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Chapter 20: Caught in His Study
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2026-10-05 23:31:45
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Lorenzo threw open the rear door of the Maybach, tossed me onto the hand-stitched leather backseat, and slid in right behind me before I could even scramble toward the opposite door.“Childish,” Lorenzo rasped, catching my wrist in a loose, inescapable grip as I lunged for the handle.“I am wearing joggers and an oversized hoodie, Lorenzo!” I hissed, yanking my arm back and glaring at him with enough heat to melt steel. “You literally carried me out of the penthouse in front of your entire staff! Do you have any concept of personal boundaries?”Lorenzo didn't even blink. He adjusted the cuffs of his black dress shirt, leaning back into the leather seat as Marco pulled the Maybach out of the subterranean garage.“You were given a choice to walk down the stairs like an adult, Mrs. De Luca," Lorenzo said smoothly, his storm-gray eyes fixed on me with unbearable calm. “You chose the alternative. I simply accommodated you.”“You are infuriating," I spat, crossing my arms tightly over my ch
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“Looking for something, Mrs. De Luca?”Lorenzo’s voice rasped through the silent, dimly lit study like polished steel dragging across marble.My heart slammed violently, a spike of pure, icy adrenaline shooting through my veins. Every survival instinct screamed at me to drop the yellowed folder, but I forced my trembling fingers to hold their ground. I drew a slow, deliberate breath, relying on every shred of legal discipline I had cultivated to lock my face into a mask of pure, unbothered composure.I slowly lifted my chin, staring straight into his storm-gray eyes.“As a matter of fact, I am,” I said, my voice quiet, steady, and sharp enough to cut glass.Lorenzo didn't move fast. He walked with that slow, predatory grace that made the air in the room feel heavy, almost unbreathable. He crossed the hardwood floor until he stood directly on the opposite side of the mahogany desk, his massive frame towering over me, casting a long shadow across the papers in my hand. He looked lethal—
365 Days With the Mafia Don: His Five Million Dollar Bride Chapter 20: Caught in His Study
The ride back from my father’s apartment felt like moving through a dream underwater.By the time the Maybach pulled back into the estate’s underground garage, the clock was pushing 6:00 PM. I sat glued to the door, staring out the tinted glass at the evening shadows creeping across the city. I didn't care about Marco driving, or Lorenzo sitting beside me like a dark storm cloud. My mind was miles away, replaying six words over and over:She doesn't know about the third account.When the car stopped, I didn't wait for anyone. I stepped out, walked straight to the East Wing without looking back or touching dinner, shut my bedroom door, and collapsed onto the bed. The weight of the day crushed down on me, and exhaustion finally pulled me under.By 11:00 PM, my stomach grumbled violently, snapping me awake. I had slept for hours on an empty stomach, and the sharp pangs of hunger forced me out of bed. But as I pulled on a light sweater, my mind sharpened. Getting food was one thing—but co
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