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Autor: Abba_Rekpene
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-21 14:58:10

~NICO~

The bar smells exactly as it did the night I first walked in alone after my father’s death—cigars, expensive liquor, and men pretending decadence is the same thing as power.

Nine of them sit around the long table. Rome’s pillars. Or so they call themselves. They have women draped across their laps, whispering into their ears as though influence can be earned with perfume.

I take my seat at the head of the table and let my gaze travel.

“Gentlemen,” I say evenly, letting my gaze sweep the
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  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   70.

    ~NICO~Bianca opened the door like she had been standing there waiting for the exact second I would arrive.She didn’t ask why I was there.She didn’t need to.Her eyes went straight to my face first, then lower—taking in my clothes, the cuffs, the faint streak of blood that hadn’t fully dried yet.She paused, not in fear, but in recognition.Her lips curved slowly. “You’re angry,” she said, stepping aside to let me in. “So I’ll answer my own question.”I walked past her without acknowledging it, my gaze sweeping the penthouse out of habit.Behind me, the door shut.“You didn’t even bother to clean up,” she added, her tone softer now, more curious than concerned.“Does it matter?” I asked.“It does to the people who usually bleed around you,” she replied lightly.I said nothing.I felt her approach anyway.Her fingers came to rest on my sleeve, right where the blood had darkened the fabric. She traced it slowly, her touch deliberate.“Fresh,” she murmured. Then she looked up at me. “S

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   69 - Kill Them All

    ~NICO~By 8 a.m., I had Adriano round up every member of staff in my mansion and assemble them in the driveway. No one was left inside. Security swept the house twice to be certain.The women stood to the left. The men stood to the right.Order matters.So does fear.Cake had already left for Milan with Elianna. I called Javier aside before they drove out and gave him one instruction. Keep my wife safe. He did not need more than that.If anything happened to her, it would not be a discussion.It would be a war.Now my attention was here.I stood on the balcony overlooking the driveway, my hands resting lightly on the railing as I studied them. No rush. No wasted movement. My eyes moved from face to face, posture to posture.People reveal themselves when they think they are blending in.Enzo came to stand beside me. “Routine check?” he asked.“That’s what they think.”His gaze swept over them. “You see something?”“I see too much.”That was the problem.My eyes settled on a man in the

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   68 - Push and Pull

    ~CAKE~I was surrounded by women who looked like they had never stepped into a store without an appointment.Everything about them was polished. Their voices, their posture, even the way they held their glasses. It wasn’t forced either. It was natural. Like this world had always belonged to them.And their names?God.I was trying so hard to keep track, but they all sounded… expensive. Too elegant. Too many syllables. The kind of names you don’t just call out—you announce.Seraphina. Valentina. Alessandra. Phylorendra. Something that probably ended in -ina or -ella.I paused on that one. Phylorendra.What exactly was going through her parents’ heads when they named her that? Because who wakes up one morning and decides, yes—Phylorendra feels right?I had questions. Mostly for her parents.Meanwhile, the only ones that stuck were the normal ones.Erica. Jane. Darla—the host. Angela.The rest? Gone.I smiled anyway, nodding at the right moments like I absolutely knew who was who.Actin

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   67 - Dinner Games

    ~NICO~I had not been able to focus for the past hour.Not on the reports Adriano left on my desk. Not on the numbers. Not even on the issue of the compromised office, which should have taken priority over everything else.Instead, my attention kept drifting back to one thing.Her.Which was exactly why I found myself standing outside her door instead of where I was supposed to be.I knocked once and pushed the door open without waiting for a response.She was in the middle of her room, clothes scattered across the bed, a suitcase open, half-packed. For a second, I didn’t say anything. My eyes moved over the scene, taking it in automatically before settling on her.She was wearing pink Mickey Mouse pajamas.I leaned against the doorframe slightly, folding my arms. “What are you doing?”She didn’t look up immediately. “Packing,” she said, like it was obvious. Then she glanced at me. “I’m leaving for Milan tomorrow. I have a shoot.”I watched her for a second longer. “A shoot.”She nodd

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   66.

    ~NICO~I’ve seen enough fights to know when something is off. I didn’t sit when the fight started.I rarely did.From where I stood, the entire ring was visible without obstruction, every movement clear, every mistake easy to catch. The men in my office were talking, drinking, pretending to pay attention to both business and blood at the same time, but I wasn’t interested in either of them.My focus was on the ring.On her.The first exchange told me everything I needed to know.Not about her.About him.His stance was wrong. Not weak, not untrained, just… misplaced. His attention wasn’t where it should have been. He wasn’t reading her movement, wasn’t watching her feet or anticipating her strikes.He was watching her face.More specifically, the mask.I didn’t react immediately. I watched. Let it play out once. Then twice.The reach wasn’t disguised. Not even slightly.It wasn’t a strike that went wide. It wasn't poor aim. It was deliberate.Beside me, Enzo shifted slightly, leaning

  • A Wife For Nico Vescari   65.

    ~CAKE~The moment I stepped into the arena, I could feel it.The energy wasn’t the usual kind that came with a good fight. It was fuller, louder, like the crowd had already decided what kind of show they were about to get. I adjusted my mask as I walked toward the ring, ignoring the voices that carried from the stands. They weren’t subtle about it either.Some of them were already placing bets out loud. Others were laughing like they had just been handed front-row seats to something humiliating. I didn’t need to hear every word to understand the general idea. They thought this was going to be easy. For him.I climbed into the ring without reacting, my focus already on my opponent. He was exactly what I expected—tall, broad, built like he relied on brute strength more than anything else. The kind of fighter who thought size alone was enough to win. Big for nothing, I thought, taking in the way he carried himself. His stance was relaxed, almost careless, like he didn’t see me as a rea

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