Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting faint patterns on the floor.
I woke with a jolt, the emptiness beside me a stark contrast to the warmth I had grown used to.
Eleanor's side of the bed was cool and untouched, her absence a quiet void that gnawed at me.
I sat up slowly, a knot tightening in my stomach.
Eleanor had always been the first to rise, preparing coffee or planning the day ahead.
Her leaving without a word was uncharacteristic, and the unsettling quiet of the house only heightened my concern.
I threw off the covers and dragged myself out of bed, the cold floor beneath my feet a stark reminder of the chill that had settled in my chest.
I padded toward the kitchen, half-expecting to find Eleanor there, starting her morning routine.
But as I reached the kitchen, I was met with an empty space, save for Leah, our weekly maid, who was busy preparing the week's meals.
"Good morning, Leah," I said, my voice rough with sleep. "Have you seen Eleanor?"
Leah looked up, her face registering a mix of surprise and concern. "Good morning, Mr. Beauchene. I haven't seen Ms. Eleanor since I arrived. I used the spare key to get in."
My heart sank. "She didn't leave a note or anything?"
Leah shook her head. "No, sir. I haven't seen anything like that."
I felt a pang of unease.
Eleanor was meticulous about leaving notes or informing me if she planned to go out, especially if it was for something as mundane as groceries or a quick errand.
Her absence was unusual, and the lack of communication only deepened my worry.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Eleanor's number, but the ringtone echoed from the coffee table.
Her phone was still here, which meant she had left without it.
My anxiety spiked, and I tried to quell the rising panic by focusing on what I needed to do.
I decided to take a shower, hoping the hot water would help clear my mind.
But even as the steam enveloped me, my thoughts remain muddled.
The more I tried to push the unsettling thoughts away, the more they seemed to tighten their grip.
As I stood under the stream, my thoughts swirled around the uncertainty of Eleanor's whereabouts.
Had something happened to her?
Was she in trouble? The more I tried to push the thoughts away, the more they seemed to take hold.
