Chapter: CHAPTER 207: EPILOGUE 2 (LIFE'S CRUEL GAMBIT).The Narrator's POV Life is a strange, merciless thing. It moves forward with a kind of relentless, unfeeling momentum, never pausing to consider whether we are ready for what comes next. One moment, you are laughing in the sunlight, hand in hand with the person who makes your soul feel alive, and the next, you are standing in silence, clutching the shattered pieces of your heart. It happens so suddenly, so violently, that you almost cannot comprehend it. Noah’s story is one we have heard countless times before, though rarely in such vivid, heartbreaking detail. A story of love discovered, nurtured, and then ripped away by the cruel, unrelenting tide of reality. For Noah, Adrian was not just a man. He was a home, a safe harbor in a storm-tossed world, the promise of a future where joy could flourish. Adrian was his confidant, his protector, his anchor when the weight of life threatened to drag him under. Their love burned bright and fierce, the kind of love that made Noah believe
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Chapter: CHAPTER 206: AWAKENING.Noah's POV My body jerked violently as the blinding light swallowed everything. I felt myself falling, weightless and suspended in nothingness, like my entire being was unraveling thread by thread. Adrian’s voice was the last thing I heard, echoing through the void, his desperate cry tearing through me. Then, silence. When my eyes fluttered open, darkness greeted me. Heavy, suffocating darkness. My chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven breaths as I tried to understand where I was. My sheets clung to my skin, damp with sweat, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My limbs felt like they didn’t belong to me, like I’d been dropped back into a body I hadn’t worn in years. Slowly, my gaze adjusted to the dim light filtering through the curtains, and recognition struck me like a cruel blow. My room. The peeling paint on the ceiling, the faint hum of the radiator, the stack of half-read books on my nightstand, it was all painfully, achingly familiar.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 205: THE CHOICE BETWEEN DREAMS AND TRUTHS.Noah's POV My breath came in ragged gasps as Adrian’s plea echoed through the trembling air. The hallway around me wavered like smoke, the edges of the world flickering as though it were a fragile painting about to be torn apart. I clutched the doorknob, my hand trembling so violently I could barely keep hold of it. Adrian stood only a few feet away, his chest rising and falling with frantic breaths. His beautiful face, usually so calm and controlled, was raw with fear. His hands were outstretched toward me, not daring to touch, as if even that would shatter the fragile space we stood in. “Don’t,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “Please, Noah. Don’t open it.” I stared at him, my heart splitting in two. Every instinct screamed at me to run into his arms, to let him hold me, to forget this door even existed. But the questions clawed at me, relentless and unyielding. “What’s behind it?” My voice trembled. “Why won’t you tell me?” Adrian’s lips parted, but no words ca
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Chapter: CHAPTER 204: CRACKS IN THE ILLUSION.Noah's POV The days passed in a blur of perfect moments, so flawless it almost hurt to breathe. Adrian and I lived as if the world belonged only to us. Every morning, I woke to his arms around me, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered sweet words that made my heart flutter. We walked hand in hand through meadows, shared laughter over candlelit dinners, and fell asleep beneath a sky full of stars that seemed painted just for us.It should have been enough.It was everything I’d ever wanted, everything I thought I’d never have again. But as the days slipped by, a strange unease began to creep in. At first, I ignored it. I told myself I was imagining things, that my mind was playing tricks on me because I wasn’t used to peace like this.But then the little cracks began to show.One morning, as Adrian handed me a cup of coffee, he said, “For you, love,” with that soft smile I adored. I kissed him, took the cup, and sat down at the table. Moments later, he turned to me again, same exp
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Chapter: CHAPTER 203: THE LIFE WE COULD HAVE HAD.Noah's POV When I woke, sunlight poured through the window, warm and golden, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my eyes closed, listening to the rhythmic sound of Adrian’s breathing beside me. His arm was draped over my waist, his fingers lightly tracing lazy patterns on my skin. My heart swelled at the simple intimacy of it, my lips curving into a soft smile as the realization settled in: he was here, alive, with me.This was what I had always wanted. No alarms blaring in the middle of the night, no weapons stashed under the bed, no shadow of danger waiting just beyond our door. There was no need to constantly watch our backs or wonder who might be lurking in the dark. Just Adrian and me, safe and together.I turned in his arms, drinking in the sight of his face. His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a sleepy grin spreading across his lips when he saw me watching.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He presse
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Chapter: CHAPTER 202: A WORD WITHOUT PAIN.This is a spin off of the book, showcasing what grief does to us and how it can change and affect our lives, and mental stability. > Noah's POV I woke to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through sheer curtains, its glow spreading across my face like a gentle touch. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my mind blank and heavy, as if waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. The air was sweet, carrying the scent of wildflowers and salt, and somewhere nearby I could hear the low, rhythmic murmur of waves. It was unlike any morning I had ever known, too perfect, too still. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and my breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t in my apartment. I wasn’t in the safe house or in any place I recognized. I lay on a bed far larger than mine, covered in pale linen sheets that shimmered like water under sunlight. The room itself looked like it had been carved out of a dream. Pale stone walls glowed warmly, sunlight reflecting off them like liquid gold. Beyond the open win
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Chapter: CHAPTER 200: THE FOREVER CODE.Gloss POV “Then stop me. Make me believe you’re mine.” His words lingered in the quiet room long after he said them. I did not answer immediately. Not because I did not want to. But because I knew belief was not something I could hand to him like a receipt, stamped and verified. Belief is something you build. Something you breathe into existence, over and over, until it becomes the only language you know. I kissed him instead. Not urgent, not frantic. Certain. And in that certainty, I hoped he felt it. Hours later, the city hums beneath us. We stand on the balcony of our apartment, the doors open behind us, curtains shifting gently with the warm evening breeze. The sky is painted in soft shades of amber and rose, fading slowly into deepening blue. The air feels different tonight. Not charged. Not watched. Just open. I rest my hands on the railing and look out over the city lights flickering on one by one. Cars move like distant streams of gold. Somewhere below, someo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 199: THE MORNING AFTER.Dream's POV Sunlight spills through the curtains, soft and golden, tracing the curve of his face as he sleeps beside me. I wake before him. I do not know why. Maybe my body is still running on ceremony nerves, maybe my mind refuses to accept that there is nothing left to prepare for. No vows to rehearse, no guests to greet, no system prompts waiting to interrupt the moment. Just morning. Just him. He lies on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting loosely across my waist as if even in sleep he needs proof that I am still here. His hair falls across his forehead, slightly messy, softer than it looked under wedding lights. The faintest crease sits between his brows, like he is dreaming too hard. I reach out before I can stop myself and brush it away. He exhales, shifting slightly but not waking. For years, I lived like a machine. Cold, logical, ruthless. I measured outcomes, calculated risks, eliminated inefficiencies. Emotions were variables to be manage
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Chapter: CHAPTER 198: THE KISS.Gloss POV Laughter fills the room. It rolls outward in warm waves, light and bright, dissolving the last of the tension that had been coiled in my chest. I am still holding his hands, our rings catching the sunlight as if they are small anchors binding us to this exact second. For a moment, the world feels quiet for the first time. Not silent, not empty, just calm. The laughter softens, fades into soft murmurs and affectionate sniffles. The wind drifts through the garden, brushing against my suit, carrying the scent of flowers and sun warmed grass. I blink slowly, and the edges of everything sharpen. Dream is still in front of me. His fingers are still intertwined with mine. His eyes are still focused entirely on me, like I am the only horizon he recognizes. And beneath all of it, something else stirs. A familiar hum. Faint. Almost gone. I inhale. There it is again, softer than memory, like a whisper caught between breaths. The system. It does not appear in glowing pan
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Chapter: CHAPTER 197: THE RINGS.Dream's POV “And I’ll never let you go.” The words settle into my chest like something permanent. For a moment I cannot breathe. His forehead rests against mine, his hand still cupping my face, his voice trembling with the kind of honesty that strips everything else away. The garden is silent, not awkward, not tense, just reverent. Even the wind seems to pause. I open my eyes slowly. He looks wrecked, tears bright on his lashes, lips curved in the smallest, bravest smile. I lift my hand to his wrist, holding it there against my cheek. “You won’t have to,” I whisper, though the microphone catches it and carries it softly outward. A faint murmur moves through the guests, a collective exhale. The officiant clears their throat gently, grounding us back into the ceremony without breaking the spell. “It is time,” they say. Time. The word feels different today. Not a countdown, not a deadline. A beginning. I nod once. My best man steps forward quietly, placing the small velv
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Chapter: CHAPTER 196: GLOSS'S VOW.Gloss POV “And I’ll spend my life saving you back.” His words settle into me like sunlight through glass. For a second, I forget there are people around us. I forget the flowers, the aisle, the soft murmur of wind weaving through the open garden. I forget the chairs filled with friends, the distant sniffles, the way someone in the third row coughs quietly and tries to disguise it as a laugh. All I see is him. His hand still holds mine. His eyes are steady now, but there is a vulnerability in them I recognize, because I have seen it in quiet rooms, in long nights, in moments where the world felt too sharp and he let himself soften only with me. He finished speaking. Now it is my turn. My pulse thunders in my ears. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry despite the champagne I barely touched earlier. The officiant smiles gently, nodding toward me. I do not look at them. I look at him. This is not about the audience. This is not about the ceremony. It is about the space betwe
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Chapter: CHAPTER 195: DREAM'S VOW.Dream's POV The sun rises softly through the curtains. I wake before him. For a moment I forget what day it is. The light feels gentle, ordinary, the room quiet except for the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me. Then it settles. Today. I turn my head slightly to look at him. Gloss is still asleep, one hand resting loosely near my shoulder, hair falling across his forehead in a way he will pretend not to care about later. The early light touches his face first, warms the curve of his cheek, the line of his jaw. He looks peaceful. Unburdened. I stay still, not wanting to disturb the stillness. My chest feels full, not anxious like yesterday, not restless, just heavy with meaning. This is the day I stand in front of everyone and say what I have been living quietly for months. I slide carefully out of bed, moving slowly so I do not wake him. He stirs faintly but does not open his eyes. In the living room, the apartment is hushed. The city outside has not
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CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}
Imran Khan’s life falls apart the day his father disappears, leaving him drowning in debt and hunted by dangerous men.
With no way out, he makes a desperate choice, selling one night of his life to a stranger.
But that stranger turns out to be Rafaelle Moretti, a powerful and dangerous man who doesn’t just want one night… he wants control.
What starts as a deal quickly turns into something darker. Possession. Power. Desire.
Imran wants freedom. Rafaelle doesn’t let go.
“Say my name, Gattino.”
His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress.
I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding, hovering just enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it.
I swallowed, my throat dry, my chest rising and falling too fast. Even thinking his name felt like stepping into something I couldn’t come back from.
His hand pinned my wrist above my head, not rough, not painful, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The other slid slowly along my side, fingers dragging in a way that made my skin heat up against my will. Every touch was deliberate, like he was studying me, learning how I reacted without me saying a word.
“Say it,” he murmured again, his face closer now, his breath warm against my lips.
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Chapter: 050.༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I knew my grandfather was watching me long before he finally decided to say something. That was the thing about men like him, they didn't waste words carelessly. They watched first, they waited, they let silence do half the work for them, and when they finally spoke, it meant they had already decided something. Which was exactly why the call from him at eight in the morning felt less like a request and more like a summon. “Your grandfather wants you at the estate,” one of the house staff informed me carefully, standing near the dining area like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. “Immediately.” I looked up from the documents spread across the table, my coffee untouched beside me, irritation already settling into my chest. “Did he say why?”“No, sir.” Of course he fucking didn't. I leaned back slightly in my chair, my eyes drifting towards the large windows overlooking the city. The weather outside matched my mood perfectly, grey skies, heavy clouds, the
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Chapter: 049.༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I didn't realize when things started changing between us.Maybe that was the problem.There was no clear moment, no dramatic shift, no fucking revelation where everything suddenly became softer or easier. If anything, it happened slowly, quietly, in ways that were harder to notice until I looked back and realized we weren't standing in the same place anymore.The fighting never completely disappeared.Raffaele was still controlling as hell, still calm in ways that got under my skin, still the kind of man who walked into a room and expected the world to move around him. And I still hated being told what to do, still pushed back when I felt cornered, still carried enough anger to burn through every fragile thing between us if I let it.But something had changed anyway.The tension wasn't sharp all the time anymore. It didn't constantly feel like we were waiting for the next explosion. Sometimes we just… existed around each other. And somehow, that felt more dangerous than
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Chapter: 048.༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I didn't really sleep that night.Even after Raffaele got me out of the penthouse and moved me somewhere “safe,” my body stayed tense, my mind too alert to fully shut down. Every sound felt louder than it should have, every movement outside the room enough to drag my attention towards the door.His grandfather had sent people. Not to his rival or enemies, but to his own fucking family. That changed something inside me in a way I couldn't explain properly.Before, there was still a part of me that thought this world had lines, rules, limits. Family meant loyalty. Blood meant protection.Bullshit.I understood it now, power came first. Always.I was lying on the couch in the temporary apartment Raffaele had moved us to when the bedroom door opened quietly. My head turned immediately, instincts kicking in before thought could catch up.Raffaele stepped out already dressed, black shirt rolled to his forearms, expression calm in that way that usually meant something ugly was
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Chapter: 047.༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I knew something had changed the second I walked into the study and found Imran sitting in my chair.Not literally my chair, but close enough.He was leaning against the edge of the desk with one of the files open in front of him, sleeves rolled up, eyes focused in that quiet way he got when he was thinking too hard. The lamp beside him cast a soft glow across his face, sharp enough to catch the faint scar near his jaw from the kidnapping.A scar that shouldn't fucking exist.For a second, I just stood there and watched him.Weeks ago, he would have avoided this room completely. He hated anything connected to my business, hated the meetings, the tension, the blood underneath the expensive suits and polished floors. Every time he looked at my world, it was with distrust, like he was trying not to drown in it.Now?Now he was studying it.Learning it.That should have concerned me more than it did.Instead, all I felt was certainty.Keeping him ignorant wasn't protect
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Chapter: 046.༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I stopped being in confidence a long fucking time ago.Maybe it started when my father disappeared and left me drowning in debt that didn't make sense, or maybe it started the first time someone tried to beat information out of me while acting like I was supposed to understand why. Either way, one thing had become painfully clear over the last few months.Nothing around me was random.Every threat meant something.Every fucking lie connected to a bigger one.And my father was sitting right at the center of all of it.The rain outside Pierre's apartment came down hard enough to blur the city lights through the windows, turning everything beyond the glass into streaks of gold and gray. The place smelled like coffee, cigarettes, and old paper, the kind of smell that settled into furniture permanently. Files were spread across the small dining table between us, papers layered over papers until it looked less like research and more like obsession.Maybe it was both.Pierre sat
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Chapter: 045.༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒My grandfather never called meetings without purpose.Every conversation with him meant something, every silence carried weight, every word was calculated before it left his mouth. That was how he survived long enough to build the Morretti empire into what it was now. Men feared violence, feared bloodshed, feared guns pressed against skulls in dark alleys, but those things were temporary. Fear faded.Power didn't. And my grandfather understood power better than anyone I had ever met.Which was exactly why, the second I walked into his office and saw him sitting behind that massive wooden desk with two glasses of whiskey already poured, I knew this conversation wasn't going to be simple.The room smelled like old leather and cigar smoke, heavy enough to climb to the walls permanently. Rain hammered softly against the windows behind him, casting the entire office in shadows broken only by the dim hold light hanging overhead.He didn't look up immediately when I enter
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