Novelas de Cardywrites

Elara’s pov I stood frozen. What just happened!!?My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.What have I done?Dante was lying on the floor, face pale, eyes half-closed, struggling for air.His mistress, Alicia threw herself over him hurriedly, digging into his desk drawer with desperate fingers.“Here! The epi-pen!” she hissed, pulling out a small syringe and stabbing it into his thigh.I watched, helpless. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help.Dante’s body jerked violently on the couch, his lungs fighting for air as Alicia stabbed the syringe into his thigh. His hands clawed against the cushions, veins bulging at his neck. His right hand man shouted something, but it felt like I was underwater, unable to make sense of anything except Dante’s strangled gasps.“Dante!” Alicia called him, grabbing his face. “Come on, breathe. Breathe!”He inhaled sharply, too sharply and then choked, his body convulsing again. I took a step forward instinctively, but Alicia s

DANTE’S POVSitting in my study while partially skimming through some documents I was barely interested in, I watched the cigar burning between my cousin Rico's fingers. Old me would have asked him to pass for a light puff, but my frail heart couldn't take that these days. Rico stood near the shelves, pretending to read something. He’d been doing that for ten minutes. He’s waiting for me to speak. I didn't have anything important to tell him. So I didn't.Eventually, he broke the silence.“Are you actually gonna go through with it?”I didn't look up. “I said I was.”Rico scoffed. “So, you bought a girl at an auction and your first thought is: ‘Yes. I want this one to give me a child.’ Dante, what the hell?”My jaw ticked. “She’s the best option I have right now. I felt a connection with her.”“Yeah right, more like someone to control.”I lifted my eyes to him. He didn’t flinch.“You need an heir,” he continued. “A real one, your blood. Not adopted, again your blood. Your legacy. Y

Elara’s POV The leather seat felt too soft for someone like me. I sat stiffly between two stone-faced men, my hair still wet and sticking to my skin. I couldn't breathe well. Not even a coat was given to me to make me feel warm. I sat straight up, my mind running back to him.Dante Caruso.The man who bid one million for me without blinking.I knew who Dante Caruso was. Everyone in the city did. He didn’t need an introduction. He was a feared mafia Lord in Italy. But I'd never seen him before. How could I? He was in places I could only dream of being. I'd often overhear people say, “ The Caruso's are monsters. But you see the heir, Dante Caruso…He's the demon himself. You mess with him and you’re dead before sunrise.”And here I was.Bought, Owned by him.*********When the car finally pulled up to the mansion, my breath left my body.Not because it was beautiful. But because it was terrifying too. Nothing I'd ever seen. I watched as the car in front stopped and Mr Dante Carus

Dante's POV I had just taken another heavy dose of medication that had affected my body.I sat in my office, elbows on the cold desk, trying to ignore the sharp ache burning through the left side of my chest. The pain–it comes and goes. It got unbearable day by day but I never let it affect me.My doctor calls my condition “unstable,” but I know that’s his polite way of saying you might drop dead any minute if you push too hard.As if I’ve ever lived any other way.“Boss,” Luca’s voice breaks through my thoughts. My right-hand man stood at the door, sharp-eyed, jaw locked. “They’re ready for you downstairs.”“Which they?” I asked without looking at him.“The Sandros famiglia,” he said. “They came to renegotiate territory. They also demanded that you attend tonight’s auction.”I looked up at him slowly.“Demanded?” My voice was low and quiet. I scoffed. “Or what?”“They insist you show your face… or they’ll assume you’re getting weak.” He avoided meeting my eyes. “There’s been… talk.

Elara’s POV “ELARA!” my mother’s voice sounded through the thin walls of our tiny apartment. “Get down here!” I closed my journal that was filled with neat rows of numbers and the things I wished to have. I took a breath and looked at my right side. My sister was still sleeping. Mira, She was 10 years old, and too innocent for this world. I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She didn’t even stir. She must’ve been exhausted from crying last night. “Elara!!” Mom called out my name again. I was already tired from the pre-drama that was about to happen. I wonder what she wanted from me now. I pushed open my bedroom door and froze at the top of the stairs. I saw two men standing in our living room. I immediately recognized who they were debt collectors. They always wore black jackets and gold chains. That was like their symbol of recognition. One turned when he heard the creak of my feet on the steps. His eyes slid over me slowly. I swallowed hard and made my way down.