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051.

Author: Iamur_Light
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-14 10:00:14

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒

I know something was wrong the moment Pierre stopped joking.

That was the thing about him, even when shit was bad, even when the police dragged him into questioning rooms for hours or our lives started looking like the setup to a fucking crime scene documentary, Pierre still joked. It was how he copied. Sarcasm, bad timing, smart comments that usually made me want to punch him and laugh at the same time.

So when he walked into the apartment that night looking pale and tense inste
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  • CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}   051.

    ༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I know something was wrong the moment Pierre stopped joking. That was the thing about him, even when shit was bad, even when the police dragged him into questioning rooms for hours or our lives started looking like the setup to a fucking crime scene documentary, Pierre still joked. It was how he copied. Sarcasm, bad timing, smart comments that usually made me want to punch him and laugh at the same time. So when he walked into the apartment that night looking pale and tense instead of annoying, my stomach tightened immediately. “What happened?” I asked before he could even sit down. Pierre glanced towards the windows first, then towards the hallway behind me like he expected someone to be listening. “You alone?” The question itself already pissed me off.“Yeah.”“And Raffaele?” “Out.”Pierre exhaled quietly through his nose before dragging a hand over his face. “Okay. Good.”I stared at him harder. “Pierre.”“I found something.” That got my attention instantly. Th

  • CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM}   050.

    ༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I knew my grandfather was watching me long before he finally decided to say something. That was the thing about men like him, they didn't waste words carelessly. They watched first, they waited, they let silence do half the work for them, and when they finally spoke, it meant they had already decided something. Which was exactly why the call from him at eight in the morning felt less like a request and more like a summon. “Your grandfather wants you at the estate,” one of the house staff informed me carefully, standing near the dining area like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. “Immediately.” I looked up from the documents spread across the table, my coffee untouched beside me, irritation already settling into my chest. “Did he say why?”“No, sir.” Of course he fucking didn't. I leaned back slightly in my chair, my eyes drifting towards the large windows overlooking the city. The weather outside matched my mood perfectly, grey skies, heavy clouds, the

  • 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

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