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Chapter Ninety Three: The Price of Loyalty Louis woke up tied to a wooden chair, his head pounding from whatever they had injected him with. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. Across from him sat Giuseppe, calm and composed, a glass of wine in his hand like he was hosting a dinner party. Behind Louis, a man whistled softly….a cheerful, almost jaunty tune that felt entirely out of place. Giuseppe sighed. "Theo, would you please stop hovering?" Theo…the head guard….grinned, stepping into Louis's line of sight. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a face that looked like it had been carved from stone. But his eyes sparkled with mischief, and his grin was infectious. "Sorry, boss," Theo said, twirling a knife between his fingers. "I just want to see how this plays out. He's got a reputation, this one. The model who stood up to the board. The husband who told you to go to hell. I'm a fan." Giuseppe's jaw tightened. "Theo." "Righ
Chapter Ninety Three: I’m Just Selfish The safe house was modest compared to the Volterra estates….plain walls, simple furniture, the kind of place that was meant to be invisible. Giuseppe sat across from Isabella, a glass of wine in his hand, studying her like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "Are you faring well?" Giuseppe asked, his voice soft. Isabella was quiet for a moment. She stared at her hands, her fingers thin and pale. "I don't know. Sometimes I don't remember where I am. Sometimes I think I'm still in that room." She looked up, her eyes hollow. "He kept me there for so long. I forgot what the sky looked like." Giuseppe's expression softened. He leaned forward, his voice gentle. "I've missed you so much, sister. You have no idea. What could I have done without you?or your love?” Isabella's lips curved. "You would have survived. You always have." He smiled. "I suppose." Then his tone shifted. The warmth faded. His eyes grew sharp, calculating. "But do
Chapter Ninety One: Not Blood The entrance was hidden behind a false wall in a laundromat that had definitely been a front for something since the 1980s. Matt pulled open the dryers, revealing a narrow staircase that descended into dim light. The air smelled like damp concrete and secrets. William followed close behind, his heart pounding. "This is where you get your information?" Matt glanced back at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is where I get everything. Information. Contacts. The kind of people who don't exist on paper." "Right." William swallowed. "And you brought me because…" "Because you're the only person I trust." Matt's voice was quiet, sincere. "And because I wanted to show you who I really am." William's chest tightened. He followed Matt down the stairs. The underground was a labyrinth of narrow hallways, flickering lights, and doors that led to rooms William didn't want to know about. Men in dark suits stood against the walls, their eyes scanning ever
CHAPTER NINETY: I CHOOSE HIM The study was silent. Louis stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale, his voice barely a whisper. "Isabella is alive?" Lorenzo's jaw tightened. His eyes met Louis's, and something in them shifted…guilt, maybe, or fear. "Close the door," Lorenzo said quietly. Louis stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He didn't sit. He stood there, arms crossed, waiting. "Explain," Louis said. "Now." Lorenzo exhaled slowly. "After everything she did…after she tried to have you killed, after she manipulated everything, after she nearly destroyed us….I couldn't just let her walk away. I couldn't let her go free, she would continue to be a threat to our peace” Louis stared at him. "So you locked her in a mental hospital." "She's not in a hospital," Lorenzo said. "She's in a facility. A private one. She's alive, but she's contained. She can't hurt anyone anymore." Louis's voice was hollow. "Did you ever plan to tell me?" Lorenzo looked away. "I was going
CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE: THE SECRET Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the tangled sheets. William shifted closer to Matt's body, his hand resting on Matt's chest, his cheek pressed against his shoulder. The steady rhythm of Matt's heartbeat was the most soothing sound he had heard in weeks. He wished he could do this every morning. Forever. Matt groaned, his voice rough with sleep. "William dear, you can stop pretending to be asleep. I have to go." William moved closer, his lips brushing Matt's jaw. "Why don't you spoil me a little longer?" He tilted his head up to see Matt's face. "Good morning." Matt's eyes softened. He brushed the hair from William's forehead. "Good morning. How are you feeling?" William smiled. "Better. Much better." Matt kissed his forehead, his lips lingering. "I'm glad." William pulled him closer, his voice low. "I hope I didn't push too much last night." Matt leaned in, his lips brushing William's ear. His voic
CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT: CANDLE WISH The door burst open. "WILLIAM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Chloe launched herself onto William's bed before he could even open his eyes. He grunted as her small body landed on his chest, knocking the air out of him. "Chloe…" He groaned, half-asleep. "What time is it?" "Time to celebrate!" Chloe beamed. "Get up, get up, get up!" William rubbed his eyes, blinking at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. "It's too early for…” "It's your birthday!" Chloe grabbed his arm, tugging. "You can't stay in bed all day. Louis made breakfast….and there's cake…and presents. …and…” "Chloe, let the young man breathe." Louis appeared in the doorway, smiling softly. He was holding a tray with a small cake on it, a single candle flickering in the center. "Happy birthday, William." William stared at the cake. He didn't feel like celebrating. He didn't feel like doing anything. Chloe bounced beside him. "Come on, come on! You have to blow out the candles!" William
CHAPTER FORTY: EXCEPT YOU. Louis dragged himself out of the pool with water dripping down his body and cameras clicking from every angle. Assistants rushed toward him with towels and robes, their hands fussing over his hair and his skin and his makeup. Matt appeared from behind a light reflect
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: BREAK AND THE DARK The yacht swayed gently beneath him with the Mediterranean sun warm on his skin, and Louis was trying very hard to focus on his book. But the sea was making him drowsy…the rhythm of the waves, the salt in the air, the weight of the past few days catching up
CHAPTER TWO: THE CONTRACT AT THE DOORSTEP Louis’s eyes snapped open to the same cracked ceiling and for one blissful second, his mind was quiet. Then yesterday crashed back in like a wave of cold water…the weirdo at the door, the bodyguards, those crazy words. ‘My husband.’, “who the hell says
CHAPTER ONE: INTEREST ON MY LIFE “Uncle Vinnie ain’t a charity, Louis. The vig don’t sleep. You’re two weeks light.” The voice was a low growl in the dark, right against his ear. Marco’s forearm pressed into Louis’s throat, pinning him to the damp brick wall of the alley behind his apartment.







