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CHAPTER 30 : {Amendment}
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Enzo held her arm firmly, steadying her as he helped her to her feet. His touch was gentle despite the tension rolling off him in waves.

“Let’s go home,” he said softly.

For once, Eloise didn’t argue. She followed him silently, her steps unsteady as they walked toward the car.

The drive back to the estate was painfully quiet. The only sound inside the vehicle was Eloise’s uneven breathing and the occasional hum of the engine as it sped through the dim streets of Mexico. Neon lights flashed past the tinted windows in blurred streaks of red and gold, but Eloise barely noticed them. Her gaze stayed fixed ahead, distant and hollow.

Enzo sat beside her, watching carefully.

“She isn’t as weak as I thought,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her expressionless face.

Eloise didn’t respond. She simply leaned her head against the window, watching the city disappear behind them as dawn slowly crept into the sky.

By the time they arrived at the estate, the first rays of sunlight were already spilling across the massive iron gates.

The guards immediately pushed them open as the black car approached. The vehicle slowed slightly as it rolled past the entrance.

“Good morning, Don,” one of the guards greeted with a respectful bow.

Enzo didn’t reply.

His expression remained unreadable as he kept driving, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the car moved silently through the long driveway leading to the mansion.

Beside him, Eloise sat motionless, staring blankly out the window as the estate blurred past her tired eyes.

The moment the car stopped in front of the mansion, Eloise pushed the door open before Enzo could even step out.

She walked quickly toward the entrance, her heels clicking sharply against the stone driveway. The maids standing by the doors lowered their heads respectfully, but Eloise ignored them completely. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

Without sparing a glance at anyone, she stormed into the mansion and headed straight upstairs.

Enzo watched her disappear down the hallway before calmly stepping out of the car himself. His dark eyes lingered on the staircase for a moment before he followed behind at a much slower pace.

Inside the bedroom, Eloise slammed the door shut behind her and rushed into the bathroom.

Her fingers shook violently as she yanked at the zipper of her dress. The fabric clung stubbornly to her skin, but she tore it off impatiently, throwing it onto the floor alongside the rest of her clothes as though they disgusted her.

As though they burned her.

She turned on the shower, twisting the handle until steaming hot water poured down from above.

Without hesitation, she stepped beneath it.

The scorching water hit her skin instantly, turning it pink within seconds, but Eloise didn’t care. She grabbed a sponge and scrubbed harshly at her arms, then her neck, shoulders, and chest, breathing shakily as though trying to erase something invisible from her body.

Her skin reddened quickly under the brutal pressure.

Still, she scrubbed harder.

A soft sob escaped her lips.

Then another.

Her chest tightened painfully as tears mixed with the water running down her face.

Suddenly, the water stopped.

Eloise froze.

Slowly, she lifted her head, strands of wet hair sticking to her face, only to find Enzo standing just outside the shower with his arms folded across his chest.

His expression was unreadable.

“Turn my water back on,” she said hoarsely, her red eyes glaring at him through tears.

“No.”

The single word was calm, cold, and final.

Eloise’s lips trembled in frustration.

“Turn it back on!” she cried, stepping toward him and hitting his chest weakly with both hands. “Turn it back on!”

Enzo caught her wrists easily before she could hit him again.

His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm enough to stop her.

Without a word, he pulled her gently out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body before grabbing another one to dry her skin.

“Why did you take me there?” she shouted, still struggling against him. “Why would you do that to me?”

“I thought you were smarter than this,” Enzo replied quietly as he began drying her hair with slow, careful movements.

Eloise stared at him in confusion.

“What does that even mean?”

“I thought you knew better,” he continued, his jaw tightening slightly. “Especially with how stubborn you are.”

“What are you talking about?” Eloise snapped, jerking away from him. “You’re not making any sense!”

Enzo sighed softly, clearly losing patience.

“Get dressed before you catch a cold.”

He turned and walked toward the bathroom door.

Eloise immediately followed after him, uncaring that her wet hair dripped onto the floor or that the towel around her body barely stayed in place.

“I’m not getting dressed until you explain what you meant,” she said stubbornly.

Enzo stopped walking.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room.

Then he slowly turned around to face her.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” he asked.

The question caught Eloise off guard.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Enzo repeated calmly.

Eloise frowned deeply.

“Because he didn’t do anything to me,” she answered immediately. “I can’t just kill someone innocent. I’m not a murderer.”

A dark chuckle escaped Enzo’s lips.

“You keep forgetting who you married, Eloise.” His eyes locked onto hers. “You married a mafia Don. Killing is what we do best.”

“Well, it’s not what I do,” she shot back angrily. “I made the mistake, not him. Why should he die for it? If anyone deserves punishment, it should be me.”

Enzo stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head slowly.

“You really don’t understand what you’ve done.”

His voice remained calm, but something dangerous flickered beneath it.

“I gave you my word that I wouldn’t harm him, and I won’t,” he continued. “But trust me when I say this, you’ll regret letting him live.”

Eloise folded her arms defensively.

“Men like him never stay away,” Enzo said coldly. “They always come crawling back eventually. Like cockroaches.”

A stubborn spark flashed in Eloise’s eyes despite everything.

“Then when he comes back,” she said firmly, “I’ll finally have a reason to kill him.”

For the first time since they arrived home, a faint smirk tugged at Enzo’s lips.

He admired that fire in her.

Even if it would eventually destroy her.

“I’ll be leaving town for a month,” he said suddenly. “While I’m gone, Marco will train you.”

“Train me?” Eloise repeated in disbelief.

“You’ll learn how to use weapons,” Enzo explained. “Guns, knives, basic defense techniques. But you won’t be involved in physical combat until after you deliver the baby.”

Eloise blinked.

“Why do I even need to learn all of that?”

Enzo’s expression darkened slightly again.

“Because once I return, I’ll be introducing you to the rest of the Vincezo Family.”

The weight in his voice made her stomach tighten instantly.

Eloise hesitated before asking quietly, “Should I be worried about anything?”

“Yes.”

The blunt answer sent unease crawling through her chest.

“The rites will happen that same day,” Enzo continued. “They’ll decide whether you’re strong enough to become the Donna… or not.”

Eloise’s eyes widened slightly.

“But—”

Before she could finish speaking, Enzo had already turned and disappeared back into the bathroom, leaving her standing there alone with a thousand unanswered questions.

She let out a frustrated sigh before finally getting dressed.

A few minutes later, she walked downstairs into the dining hall.

The moment she entered, the rich aroma of food filled her senses instantly.

The long dining table was already covered with different dishes, warm buttery bread, fresh fruits, roasted meat, fluffy eggs, pancakes drizzled with syrup, pastries, and steaming cups of coffee arranged neatly across the polished surface.

Eloise slowed her steps.

Her stomach growled softly.

She immediately pressed a hand against it, embarrassed even though no one seemed to notice.

Or perhaps they simply pretended not to.

The servants moved silently around the dining hall, adjusting plates and pouring coffee with practiced precision. None of them dared to look directly at her for too long.

Eloise slowly pulled out a chair and sat down at the far end of the table.

She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until now.

Her body ached from exhaustion, her eyes still burned from crying, and the baby inside her only made the emptiness in her stomach worse.

She reached for a piece of bread just as footsteps echoed through the room.

Enzo entered.

Instantly, every servant lowered their heads.

“Don.”

He ignored them as usual and walked toward the table with calm, measured steps. He looked freshly showered now, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly above his wrists. His damp hair was pushed back carelessly, making him look far too composed for someone who had threatened a man’s life only hours ago.

Eloise looked away first.

Enzo took the seat directly across from her.

The silence between them stretched heavily.

One of the maids quickly stepped forward to serve him coffee, but Enzo stopped her with a slight raise of his hand.

“Leave us.”

The servants immediately disappeared from the dining hall without question.

Now it was just the two of them.

Alone.

Eloise focused on buttering her bread, avoiding his gaze completely.

Enzo watched her quietly for a moment before speaking.

“There’s something else you should know before I leave.”

Eloise’s eyes lifted cautiously.

“After the rites, the Family leaders will begin watching you closely,” he said. “Every mistake you make will be remembered.”

“Why?”

“Because you will become their Donna and because you’re carrying my heir.”

The air in the room seemed to still.

Eloise instinctively placed a hand over her stomach.

Enzo noticed the movement immediately.

A strange look crossed his face.

Possessiveness.

Protectiveness.

“The Vincezo bloodline matters more than anything,” he continued quietly. “If they think you’re weak, they’ll try to control you through the child.”

Fear crept slowly into Eloise’s chest.

“And if they can’t control me?”

Enzo’s expression turned ice cold.

“They’ll try to remove you.”

Her breath caught.

For the first time since marrying him, Eloise truly understood something terrifying.

The danger in Enzo’s world didn’t only come from enemies outside.

It lived inside the Family itself.

She stared at him silently, trying to process everything.

Then suddenly—

“You’re scared,” Enzo observed.

Eloise looked away immediately.

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

His voice was almost amused now.

That only irritated her more.

“I’m pregnant, trapped in a mansion full of killers, and apparently your psychotic Family is waiting to judge me like I’m some sacrificial offering.” She glared at him. “Why exactly wouldn’t I be scared?”

To her surprise, Enzo smirked faintly.

“There she is.”

Eloise frowned.

“What?”

“The fire again.”

Before she could respond, Enzo’s phone rang.

The smirk disappeared instantly.

He glanced at the screen once before answering.

“Yes.”

His expression darkened almost immediately.

Eloise watched carefully as the atmosphere around him shifted.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

Whatever was being said on the other end clearly wasn’t good.

Enzo stood slowly from his chair.

“When?” he asked coldly.

A pause.

Then his jaw clenched.

“I’ll handle it.”

He ended the call without another word.

After the call he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves.

Eloise looked up briefly.

“You’re leaving already?”

Enzo glanced at her.

“There’s work to do.”

“Of course there is,” she muttered under her breath.

A faint smirk almost appeared on his lips, but it disappeared just as quickly.

Without responding, he turned and walked out of the dining hall.

Eloise watched him go for a few seconds before looking back down at her untouched dessert.

The mansion suddenly felt too large again.

Too quiet.

With a small sigh, she pushed her plate away and stood up from the table.

The maids immediately stepped forward to clean up, but Eloise ignored them as she headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, she stepped out onto the balcony connected to their bedroom.

Cool morning air brushed against her skin instantly.

The city stretched endlessly beyond the estate walls, glowing beneath the bright Mexican sky. Lights flickered in the distance while faint music and traffic echoed far below.

Eloise rested her hands against the railing silently.

She tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment as the breeze moved through her hair.

Then suddenly—

“You’re going to catch a cold standing out here.”

Eloise opened her eyes immediately.

Enzo stood near the balcony doorway with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark trousers.

She frowned slightly. “I thought you had work.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you back?”

His gaze moved over her quietly before he answered.

“You left dinner after barely eating.”

Eloise blinked once, caught off guard by the response.

“And?”

“And pregnant women are supposed to eat properly.”

She stared at him for a moment before scoffing softly.

“So you came upstairs to lecture me about vegetables?”

“To make sure you’re not being stubborn again.”

“I’m always stubborn.”

“Yes,” he said calmly. “I’ve noticed.”

Eloise rolled her eyes and turned back toward the city.

For a few seconds, silence settled between them again.

Not uncomfortable.

Just… strange.

Enzo slowly walked toward the balcony railing beside her.

Close enough that she could feel his presence.

Not close enough to touch.

“You hate this place,” he said eventually.

It wasn’t a question.

Eloise let out a quiet laugh.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes.”

She rested her chin lightly against her arm.

“I don’t understand how people live like this.”

“Like what?”

“Always watching over their shoulders. Always expecting betrayal.” She glanced sideways at him. “It is exhausting.”

Enzo leaned against the railing slightly.

“It is.”

The honesty surprised her.

Eloise studied him carefully beneath the dim balcony lights.

For someone feared by almost everyone around him, Enzo always looked strangely calm.

Controlled.

But now, standing this close, she noticed it.

The exhaustion hidden beneath his eyes.

The tension in his shoulders.

The constant alertness he never fully let go of.

“You don’t sleep much, do you?” she asked quietly.

His eyes shifted toward her.

“That’s random.”

“You didn’t answer.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“You ask too many questions.”

“And you avoid too many answers.”

For a second, his gaze lingered on her face longer than necessary.

It made her suddenly aware of how close they were standing.

Again.

Eloise looked away first.

Annoyed at herself for doing it.

Enzo noticed.

Of course he did.

“You’re nervous,” he said softly.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Liar.”

The word came quieter this time.

Almost teasing.

Eloise narrowed her eyes immediately. “You’re very irritating.”

“And yet you keep talking to me.”

“That’s because unfortunately you’re my husband.”

“Hm.”

That sound alone somehow made her more flustered.

She hated it.

To distract herself, Eloise crossed her arms and looked back toward the city.

“When exactly are you leaving?”

“Right now.”

Something in her chest tightened unexpectedly.

Before she could stop herself, she asked—

“How dangerous is this trip?”

Enzo went silent beside her.

Too silent.

Eloise slowly looked at him again.

“That dangerous?”

His jaw tightened slightly before he answered.

“There’s tension at the northern border. One of the allied Families broke an agreement.”

“And you have to handle it personally?”

“Yes.”

She frowned faintly. “Can’t someone else go?”

“No.”

The response came immediately.

Firm.

Certain.

Eloise looked down at the city lights below them.

For some reason, unease slowly crept into her chest.

“You make it sound like you’re going to war.”

Enzo’s gaze stayed fixed ahead.

“In my world,” he said quietly, “there’s not much difference.”

The words settled heavily between them.

A cold breeze swept across the balcony again.

Without thinking, Eloise rubbed lightly at her arms.

Enzo noticed instantly.

He stepped closer before removing his suit jacket and draping it over her shoulders.

The warmth of it surrounded her immediately.

Eloise froze slightly.

“You don’t have to—”

“You’re cold.”

His voice remained calm.

Simple.

But the gesture itself felt far too intimate.

Eloise looked up at him slowly.

Enzo was already watching her.

And for one dangerous second, neither of them looked away.

“You’ll listen to Marco while I’m gone,” he said calmly.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“How annoying he decides to be.”

Enzo gave a quiet hum of amusement before fastening his watch around his wrist.

“He’ll train you properly.”

“I still think this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“You won’t think that forever.”

Something in his tone made her look at him again.

There was no mockery there this time.

Eloise held the edges of the jacket lightly, her eyes fixed on Enzo’s face as the silence between them stretched again.

The kind that made her heart feel strangely unsteady.

Enzo’s gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes.

Slowly, he exhaled.

“Once I come back from this trip,” he said quietly, “we’ll make this work.”

Eloise’s breath caught slightly.

“This marriage,” Enzo continued, his voice low and steady. “For real this time.”

The morning breeze swept between them, but neither moved.

“No more betrayal,” he said.

His eyes held hers intensely now.

“No more hatred.”

Something softened inside Eloise’s chest at the words.

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Today’s chapter will come late, it’s been a very long day

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𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂🎭
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CHAPTER 29 : {The Test ii}
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Eloise sat quietly in the passenger seat, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap as she stared out the tinted window. The city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white, but her mind was too restless to focus on them. Since the moment Enzo had ordered her into the car, not a single explanation had left his lips, and the silence between them felt heavier than chains.

Her chest tightened.

What was he planning?

More importantly… what did she have to do to earn his forgiveness?

She glanced sideways at him. Enzo’s expression remained unreadable, sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard. One hand rested lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh to the rhythm of the music playing softly through the stereo.

“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked, her voice cautious, almost afraid of the answer.

Enzo didn’t look at her.

“Relax,” he murmured calmly. “You’ll find out soon.”

The casualness in his tone unsettled her even more.

Eloise exhaled shakily and leaned back against the seat.

The drive stretched on endlessly.

Neither of them spoke again.

Only the low music from the stereo and the roar of the engine filled the suffocating silence as the car sped through the dark night.

Hours later, the car finally slowed to a stop.

Eloise looked up and instantly recognized the glowing building ahead.

The casino.

Relief flooded through her so suddenly she almost laughed.

“Oh…” she breathed. “It’s the casino.”

At least it wasn’t somewhere worse.

Before she could think further, Marco hurried toward them the moment they stepped out of the car.

“Greetings, Don,” he said respectfully, bowing his head toward Enzo before turning to her. “Greetings, Ma’am.”

Eloise gave a small nod.

“This way.”

Marco led them through the casino, past the loud music, clinking glasses, and flashing lights. But instead of entering the main gambling hall, he guided them toward a hidden hallway tucked behind a restricted door.

The deeper they walked, the quieter it became.

The warmth and noise of the casino disappeared completely, replaced by cold air and eerie silence.

Eloise frowned.

She had been here before, yet she had never seen this part of the building.

“What is this place?” she asked uneasily, glancing at Enzo.

A low chuckle escaped him, but he offered no answer.

That only made her anxiety worse.

They continued walking until they reached a massive bunker door made of thick steel.

Marco stepped forward and pushed it open.

The second the door creaked apart, a horrifying smell rushed out.

The stench of blood, sweat, and decay hit Eloise so violently that her stomach twisted.

She gagged immediately, covering her mouth as nausea crawled up her throat.

“We can go back if you want,” Enzo said casually.

Eloise forced herself to straighten despite the dizziness overwhelming her.

“No,” she whispered firmly. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t fine.

But she needed him to forgive her.

Enzo studied her for a moment before nodding.

Together, they stepped inside.

The room was pitch black.

Eloise froze.

“I can’t see,” she said anxiously, stretching her hands into the darkness in search of Enzo.

Her fingers brushed against his arm, and instantly his hand closed around her wrist.

“Easy,” he muttered.

Marco searched around for the light.

The lights flickered on.

And Eloise’s breath caught in her throat.

A man was tied to a chair in the center of the room.

Bruised.

Bloodied.

Barely conscious.

Kelvin.

Her heartbeat stopped.

Enzo kept hold of her hand as he slowly guided her closer to him.

“Why did you bring me here?” she whispered, her voice trembling violently now.

“To prove yourself to me.”

The words were cold. Emotionless.

Enzo turned toward Marco.

“Wake him up.”

Marco grabbed a bucket nearby and poured freezing water over Kelvin.

Kelvin je**ed awake instantly, gasping for air as panic flashed across his battered face. But the moment his eyes landed on Eloise, his expression softened into something else.

“He’s a monster, Eloise!” Kelvin shouted hoarsely. “You can’t stay with him!”

Eloise’s chest tightened painfully.

Then Enzo spoke.

“Kill him,” he said calmly. “And earn my forgiveness.”

For a second, Eloise genuinely thought she had misheard him.

Slowly, she turned around as though searching for someone else behind her.

When she found no one, she pointed weakly to herself.

“You can’t be serious…”

“Oh, I am,” Enzo replied.

Her breathing became uneven.

“But he didn’t do anything!”

Enzo’s eyes darkened instantly.

“He knew who my wife was,” he growled. “And he still slept with her. Then he stood in front of me and confessed it proudly.” His jaw clenched. “So yes… he did a lot.”

He stepped closer.

“You have five minutes to kill him.”

“Please, Enzo…” Eloise grabbed his hand desperately. “I’ll do anything else.”

“Time is ticking.”

Marco silently flipped over an hourglass sitting on the table nearby.

The grains of sand began to fall.

Eloise stared at it in horror before her eyes moved toward the table beside her.

Weapons.

Knives.

Guns.

Chains.

Her entire body shook as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Slowly, she reached for a gun.

Kelvin watched her in disbelief as she approached him with trembling steps.

She raised the gun.

Pointed it directly at him.

“Don’t do this, Eloise,” Kelvin begged softly. “Please.”

Her hands trembled so violently she could barely hold the weapon steady.

Then—

BANG!

The bullet tore through Kelvin’s right shoulder.

His scream echoed brutally through the room.

Another shot followed immediately after.

BANG!

His left shoulder exploded with blood.

Kelvin cried out in agony, his body jerking against the chair.

Eloise sobbed uncontrollably.

Then suddenly, before anyone could react, she turned the gun toward herself.

The barrel pressed against her head.

“Let him go,” she choked out, tears streaming down her face, “or I swear I’ll kill myself.”

For the first time that night, Enzo looked surprised.

Only for a second.

“Why would you kill yourself for him?” he asked slowly, staring at her carefully. “Do you love him?”

“I don’t love him!” Eloise screamed. “It was attraction! A stupid mistake!”

Her breathing became ragged.

“But I can’t murder an innocent man because of it!” she cried. “I’ll do anything you want… anything… just let him live.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Dangerous.

Then suddenly, Enzo smiled.

A slow, unreadable smile.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said quietly. “Now lower the gun.”

“No.”

Her grip tightened.

“Let him go first.”

Enzo sighed softly before glancing at Marco.

“Untie him.”

Marco immediately obeyed, cutting the ropes around Kelvin’s wrists.

Kelvin groaned painfully as he stumbled out of the chair, clutching his bleeding shoulders.

Before leaving, he looked directly at Enzo.

“You’ll regret this.”

Then his eyes shifted to Eloise.

For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something more.

But he swallowed the words.

And walked away.

The second the door shut behind him, Eloise collapsed onto the floor.

The gun slipped from her fingers.

She struggled to breathe as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body, tears crashing endlessly down her cheeks while the cold darkness of the room swallowed her whole.

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