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CHAPTER 8
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2026-05-06 14:22:12
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—Madeline—“What do you want?” I asked.Elisa. She didn’t answer.She closed the door behind her and walked further into the room.No rushing. No anger.That was worse.Her gaze drifted lazily over everything. My suitcase. The vanity. The bed—as though she were inspecting something she intended to keep.“I just came to check on you,” she spoke at last.My fingers clenched at my sides.“How thoughtful.”Her smile deepened—just a fraction.“It must have been suffocating for you in this mansion... To have no one to talk to.”“Elisa, it’s one thing to pretend to care.”“Oh, I do.” She turned around and faced me, a hand poised in the air. “It must've been a lonely night.”“What are you talking about?” I feigned ignorance.“Androa. Did you wait up for him?”“Elisa—”She touched her chest. “I'm your friend, remember?”“Are you?”She strolled to the desk. “You know I am. Or why else would I be here?” She ran her fingers on the surface. “Don't tell me you're jealous he spent your wedding nigh
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—Madeline—The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, my hands flying to his chest.His hands slipped from his pockets with lightning speed, catching me by the upper arms to steady me. I looked up, and for a second, the hallway disappeared. There was only his cologne and the dark, fathomless depth of his eyes.I felt stripped bare.“Are you okay, Little Bird?”My breath caught. I took a back step away from him. Then another. “Stop calling me that. I'm Mrs. Morvanti now.”He didn't let go. If anything, his fingers tightened around me. A knowing smile curved his mouth. He leaned closer.“So… you do remember me.”“No,” I blurted breathlessly. “I don't remember you.”He tilted his head—slowly— his eyes tracing the line of my throat. “Are you sure? Because your pulse is telling me a different story.”He was right.My heart was thudding against my ribs so hard I was certain he could feel it through the soles of his shoes.I was a 911 operator, trained to be the calm in the center of so
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—Madeline—The air in the room felt too thin to breathe.No.The stranger I shared a passionate moment with last night was my husband’s estranged son?Why was he in the club last night? Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere—far away?I closed my eyes.Reopened them. He was still seated there, dressed in all black.Androa linked his arm through mine again. A fake smile played on his lips— the same hollow expression he'd worn throughout our wedding.“Meet my lovely wife, Madeline. Now, Mrs. Morvanti.”My gaze traveled back to him.Dominic.He didn't blink. Didn't move. Just watched me with the same hooded gaze that had seared my skin last night.My heart pounded.The morning sunlight felt too bright. Too sharp in contrast to the cold, heavy silence that'd followed in the living room.“Madeline.”He stripped the title away... leaving only my name hanging in the air like a forbidden secret as he reached for a glass of whiskey on the coffee table.“Have we met before?”“No, no,” I blurted and
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—Dominic—The ride to the mansion was long—too long. I leaned back against the leather seat as the city blurred past my window. It had been months. Maybe longer.I adjusted my cufflinks and met Marco's gaze through the rear mirror. He didn't say a word. Not immediately. He waited until we started up the hill leading to the mansion before he spoke.“You’ve already decided. Haven’t you?”I stared out the window. “I just have a feeling she's in trouble.”“She married him, sir. Not under a gun. What if this is what she chose?”“I’ve seen how he operates. He doesn’t hold a weapon to their heads—he holds the world hostage.”The iron gates of the Morvanti mansion swung open before us—already expecting me. I glanced at my father’s men stationed around the estate. Most of them already on my payroll.My men didn't wait for the convoy to come to a complete stop. They jumped out of the cars and scanned the perimeter.Marco was at my side instantly, his hand hovering near his holster as he opene
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—Dominic—“There’s a message. From your father,” Marco said as he walked into my office, his footsteps heavy.I didn't look at him.I stared out the window at the waves gently lapping the cliff. The island had been my place of isolation; my sanctuary away from the noise of the city and the whims of my father.I puffed the smoke from my cigar. The evening sun filtered through the cigar smoke, turning the gray clouds into gold.Marco paused a step behind me. “It's urgent,” he added carefully.I still didn't look at him.I extended my hand and he lowered the envelope on it. Exhaling, I slid a finger beneath the flap—and stopped.A wedding invitation.Another porcelain doll for the collection. Another girl to satisfy his selfish desires.My brows creased as I saw the date.Who sends an invitation on the day of their wedding?Foul play was written all over this. I knew my father. In his world— nothing happened by chance.My jaw tightened. A dull, familiar ache that only surfaced whenever I
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The quiet of the room was shattered as the glass met the floor. Whiskey spilled. Shards flew. The room was a mess. But I was a disaster—too mortified to blink. What had I done? The question echoed again in my head... louder this time. My chest heaved. Like I’d just outrun something I couldn’t name. Heat rushed to my face. Followed quickly by something colder. Panic? Shame? I took a step away from him. Then another. “I—I” My voice failed me. Nothing came out. Not even a lie. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Apologize? Explain? Pretend it hadn’t just happened? I left home broken because Androa had betrayed our marriage. And here I stood, just as terrible as him. Maybe worse. He hadn’t hesitated to be with his mistress… and neither had I. At least Androa knew what he was risking. I—on the other hand, didn’t even stop to care. I let someone I barely knew take me to a hotel suite and give me the best orgasm of my life. He made me feel cherished. Desired. My wh
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