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CHAPTER 20:When Silence Hurts Louder

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-15 13:40:48

ISABELLA

Don’t cry, Isa.

Not in front of her.

Not in front of him.

You’ve already given them too much.

Their lips finally parted, the kiss broken with a soft, slick sound that made bile rise in my throat. Valentina turned to me slowly, eyes gleaming like polished obsidian, a smirk painted on her crimson lips like war paint.

She looked like sin. And she knew it.

That smug curl of her mouth it wasn’t just confidence. It was cruelty.

“Well, well,” she purred, voice syrupy and poisonous, “the little pet’s still breathing.”

My jaw clenched.

Valentina Greco.

A name that dripped with legacy and cruelty. Daughter of New York's most feared mafia clan, a woman born with blood on her hands and diamonds at her throat. Our families had once shared power like gods. Until Damian razed mine to ash.

She hated me. Not because I wronged her, but because I existed where she wanted to be—near him.

And maybe, just maybe, once… he’d wanted me too.

But none of that mattered now.

Her heels echoed like gunshot
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