MasukAnd just like that… we’ve reached the end. 🥹 Thank you for staying with me through every twist, betrayal, heartbreak, and ridiculously complicated romantic decision. Writing this story was a journey, and having you read it, react to it, love the characters, and occasionally want to throw something at them made it even more special. If you enjoyed the story, please leave a review and tell me your favorite part. It genuinely means a lot to me and helps more readers find the book. Until the next dangerous love story… With love, Belle Athens NEW BOOK SNIPPETS ❤️🔥🥵 Her husband betrayed her, suddenly, a mysterious texter helped her rebuild her life? What happens when her ex-husband realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life? Will it be too late by then? 🔥 Betrayal 🔥 Divorce 🔥 Revenge 🔥 Billionaire romance 🔥 Mysterious texter 🔥 Regretful ex-husband 🔥 A second chance she may never give him AFTER DIVORCE: EX-HUSBAND’S REGRET By Belle Athens He broke her hea
“I should have never left, with him is where I belong.”–Rebecca sat cross-legged on the grass, laughing as Timothée stumbled after a bright red ball twice his size, his sneakers slapping the dirt path in a clumsy, determined sprint. It was a Saturday like any other, sunscreen still sticky on her hands, a juice box half-crushed in her bag, the smell of cut grass thick in the warm air.She didn't notice the car right away.It was the stillness that caught her eye first. A black sedan parked just past the curb, out of place among the minivans and strollers lining the lot. She glanced over, and something in her chest loosened before she'd even fully registered why.Diego.He was seated behind the wheel, sunglasses lounging on his head with his hands placed on the steering wheel. She didn't need to look twice to know it was him. She never had to. This wasn't the first time. It wasn't even the tenth. Every single day, Diego had watched over them, almost like he felt as if danger could co
“How am I to live with this reality…?”–Rebecca stood over the freshly turned earth of Chase's grave, the headstone still too new, too sharp-edged against the softened, weather-worn markers around it. It had been weeks since she took his life. Weeks since she'd last let herself be in the same room as Diego as well. She hadn't meant for it to become this. At first it was simple exhaustion, the kind that made sense after everything. She'd told herself she needed a night alone, then another, then a week and more, and somewhere in that stretch of nights the distance grew into something she no longer knew how to undo. She'd moved back into her own apartment where her aunt lived, not able to look at Diego after what she had done. Not a single day went by without her phoning Diego's nurse to make sure he was responding properly to the administered treatments. To make sure he was healing fine but never went to see him.Her excuse any time he asked was that she was busy with work or som
“A life for a life.”–The gun felt impossibly heavy in Rebecca's hands, heavier than anything she'd ever held, and she couldn't seem to make her fingers unclench from around it no matter how hard she tried.Her entire body trembled beside herself, she felt sweat drench her from head to toe. She had tracked him. That was all she'd been able to think, hours earlier, when she'd woken to a text from him telling her how much he loved her and was sorry if he couldn't keep all his promises to her, and something in her chest had known, with a cold and instant certainty, exactly what that meant. She'd called Vincenzo and as much as she could have predicted, he'd resisted telling her, loyal to Diego's instructions, until she'd threatened to go looking herself and saying whatever happened to her would be his fault. "He got a text from his brother, an address. They're probably together right now already. They have to put an end to whatever it is that's going on between them. The only way out
“A gun. A trigger. A body.” –The message came just after midnight-- a location, texted from an unknown number Diego knew instantly could only belong to one person."The old dockyard. Come alone, or you'll never get another chance to end this."Diego stared at the message for a long time, he almost laughed. "Funny how the estate is under attack at this particular time as well." He rose from his desk, checked the weight of the gun in his jacket, and told Vincenzo, in no uncertain terms, to stay behind."This is a trap," Vincenzo said flatly. "You know that.""I know," Diego said. "But just like he said, there won't be another chance at ending this madness." He met his consigliere's eyes. "On no occasion should you try to come after me, the safety of this estate and our family is in your hands. If I'm not back by dawn, I give you the blessing to take over as Don."Vincenzo's face distorted with fear mixed with shock at that moment. He wanted to argue further but the look on Diego's fa
“If only things could continue to go this well…”–Days went by without a word from Diego, the first day, she had actually tried to reach out to him but ended up cowering away. The second day, she hoped to hear from him even though she knew he was just giving her the space she actually truly needed. Day three, Rebecca felt like Diego had just forgotten about her completely. She lounged on the living room sofa constantly clicking next on the TV remote. Timothée laid on her chest, half asleep and still trying to play with his toy. "Shall I put him to bed?" Beatrice asked, noticing that the boy just needed to be laid down and he would fall asleep completely.Rebecca shook her head with a grateful smile. "No, it's fine. Let him fall asleep on my chest." She responded, her voice a soft whisper. Beatrice pouted. "Ever since I got back from the hospital, you haven't let me lift a finger to get a single thing done. I really don't like it. I'm fine and I can take care of Timothée." There
A shared sexual experience for just one to remember._Rebecca wanted to hit his hand away, she wanted to give him the lecture of his life for touching her like that! But deep down, she wished he would go further down. He caressed her waist and her hips but stopped short of her ass, like he wanted
The man who murdered fathers, even his own. _Diego's eyes squinted confusedly, why was she suddenly acting so emotional? “Will you just hear me out?” He said, trying to explain himself. “Why does everything always have to revolve around you?!” She barked, taking him by surprise. “Can't you just
“Will I ever come to terms with this truth?” – Rebecca sat in the comfort of her bedroom, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. How her life shifted from being the free woman she was to a caged rat never allowed to see the sky again in just a split second still marveled her.
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow







