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The road was so quiet. I pulled over and looked into Alessandro's eyes. His gaze was locked onto mine, his hands slowly moving around my body.He leaned into a kiss. It wasn't rough—it was slow, deep, and passionate. We kissed for a long moment, his hands still roaming over my body, making me shiver under his touch.Then he started kissing my neck, leaving plenty of marks along my skin. I could feel his hands on my thighs, and a soft moan escaped my lips."You like it, do you?" he said to me, his voice low.I leaned closer to his ear and whispered with a small smile,"Keep going.""That's my girl," he said.I could feel his hands moving over me, touching me in ways that made my breath grow heavier as he inserted his finger inside of me. His lips continued exploring my body, sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn't hold back the feeling, and I didn't want him to stop.It was late, and we were in the middle of the road. I didn't mind, and neithe

The grand dining hall smelled of polished wood and fresh flowers, but the air felt heavy. Every footstep echoed across the marble floors, and every movement under the chandelier's glow seemed magnified. I could feel Alessandro's hand tighten around mine as we walked in. My pulse quickened—not just from the grandeur of the room, but from the unspoken tension swirling around us.Alessandro's father sat at the head of the table, an imposing figure whose sharp eyes could cut through stone. "Sit," he said without preamble, his voice low and commanding. We obeyed.The first few minutes were polite—light conversation, greetings exchanged. But then Alessandro's father leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers. His gaze didn't leave Alessandro."I've been thinking," he said, his voice measured, "Adrian will officially join the family business. He's ready, and the position is yours to oversee—but you'll work alongside him."I felt my stomach tighten. Adrian. My ex. The man whose betrayal stil

From the large bedroom window, I could see the city already awake.Cars moved along the streets below. People hurried along the sidewalks, some rushing to work, others guiding their children toward school. The distant sound of horns and chatter floated up into the morning air.The world was busy.Alive.But inside the villa, everything felt strangely quiet.I slowly turned away from the window and walked back toward the bed. My body still felt warm from sleep, but my mind was already racing.Because all I had dreamed about the entire night… was Alessandro.His face.His voice.And the moment he had looked at me inside the car when that man walked past us.Alive.I sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face softly.I still couldn't believe it.He had let the man go.The same Alessandro who terrified an entire room full of grown men had chosen not to kill someone.And somehow… I knew it was because of me.I stood

Morning light slipped through the curtains, gently warming the room.I stirred slowly beneath the soft sheets, my body still heavy with sleep. For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. The quiet room, the faint scent of lavender, the warmth of the blanket—it all felt strangely peaceful.Then the memories of yesterday returned.The ocean.The laughter.The way Alessandro had carried me onto the yacht despite my protests.A small smile touched my lips before I even realized it.But the smile faded just as quickly.Why had he been so… different?The cold, distant man I married had suddenly turned into someone almost gentle.And I didn't know what to do with that.A soft knock sounded on the door.Before I could answer, the door opened slightly and one of the maids stepped inside."Good morning, madam," she said politely.I sat up slowly, pushing my hair away from my face."Good morning."She stepped closer with a warm s

Alessandro leaned back in the chair beside the bed, watching me like I was a puzzle he had already solved."You don't remember?" he asked again, his voice calm but dangerous.I pulled the sheets closer around my body as the dull ache in my muscles reminded me that something had definitely happened."Remember what?" I asked slowly.A slow smile appeared on his face."Last night," he said. "You begged me not to leave."The moment I tried to sit up, pain shot through my body.My head pounded.My throat was dry.And the way Alessandro was watching me from the chair beside the bed made my stomach twist.Something had happened last night.Something I couldn't remember."Interesting," Alessandro said quietly.I frowned, confused. "What?"He stood up slowly from the chair, his eyes never leaving mine. Every movement was calm, controlled… almost predatory."Last night," he said, his voice low, "you couldn't keep your hands off me. Y

The moment Alessandro mentioned his brother was coming for dinner, the air in the kitchen felt heavier.Adrian.Just hearing his name twisted something painful in my chest. No matter how hard I tried to avoid thinking about him, he kept finding a way to haunt me. I hadn't even recovered from the humiliation at the party, and now I was expected to sit at the same table as the man who had shattered my heart.I clenched my fists, anger and frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior. Was this another one of Alessandro's cruel games? Or was fate simply refusing to let me escape the past?I forced myself to breathe, reminding myself that I had no choice but to play along. I couldn't show weakness—not now. Not ever. I looked in the mirror and whispered a promise to myself: Stay strong. Do not break.By evening, everything was set. The villa had been transformed into a scene of perfection: gleaming silverware, crystal glasses, and the kind of understated elegance that