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CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 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
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 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
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 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
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 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
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 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
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 044.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The first thing I noticed after the kidnapping was the silence. Not the silence around me, because this house was never really quiet. There were always footsteps somewhere, low conversations behind closed doors, phones vibrating, men moving through halls like ghosts carrying weapons under expensive jackets. No, it was the silence inside my own head that changed. Before all that, I reacted to everything. Fear, anger, confusion, panic, every fucking emotion hit me immediately, hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. I used to feel like I was constantly drowning in Raffaele's world, trying to survive one day at a time without getting dragged deeper into it. Now? Now I watched. I listened. I paid attention. And that scared me more than anything else. The kidnapping should have broken me. Honestly, part of me thought it would. Being tied up in that fucking room, listening to strangers discuss whether I was more useful alive or dead, hearing my father's name tos
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