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I Want Her Dead

Author: Kim Moon
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-22 22:07:39

CATALINA

I jumped out of the car and then the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me, reverberating throughout my estate's vast hall. The sound of my heels echoed against the vast empty room showing how lonely the mansion was. A week ago, I had sent all the staff away and needed privacy.

With its lofty ceilings, priceless artwork and grand staircases this house used to represent my victory. My father's victory before his death. We claimed the property after killing a mafia lord and his whole family. My father had given it to me as a birthday present but now the house didn't feel welcoming. I walked slowly to my study, my head was hammering and I took the decanters. I poured myself some small amounts of brandy and threw some ice at it. I hadn't needed a smoke but that would be later.

I put the cold glass straight onto my desk's shiny mahogany, skipping the coaster altogether. My head was pounding after the discussion with Simeon. I should have stayed back and ordered a home service s
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  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    The Waiting Game

    Don JulioThe first few hours after that damn call felt like a lifetime crammed into a handful of heartbeats. My best men, guys I trusted with my life, were out there, turning over every stone in the city. Every connection, every rumor that slithered through the back alleys and dimly lit bars – they were on it. But the silence was deafening. No solid leads. It was like Sarian and the ghosts who snatched her had simply evaporated, leaving no trace.I was a caged animal in my own study. The expensive Persian rug under my feet did little to absorb the restless energy that coursed through me. Back and forth, back and forth, the silence of the house pressing down, thick and suffocating. Only the sharp, insistent ring of my phone dared to break it, and each call was a jab, either another dead end or a fresh wave of agonizing questions.I reached for the crystal decanter on the mahogany bar, the amber liquid inside looking like liquid courage. I poured a generous shot of my finest whiskey, t

  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    The Phone Call

    DON JULIO My jaw was set so tight, I could feel the muscles in my temples throbbing. It had been a long, brutal day. Every hour that ticked by without Sarian felt like a lifetime. I’d been driving, yes, but it was more than that. I'd been tearing through the city with my voice, my phone welded to my ear, each word a demand, a threat, a desperate plea for any scrap of information. My guys were out there, the best I had, but the reports coming back were always the same: nothing. She was just… gone. Vanished. Like a puff of smoke caught in a strong wind.I’d trusted them. My own men, the ones who swore loyalty to me. I’d believed her safe within those walls, a haven from the storm that was my life. Now, a cold, hard knot of fear was twisting in my gut, a sensation I hadn't experienced with this intensity in years. It was a primal thing, a father’s fear mixed with something else, something possessive and fierce.The shrill ring of the phone cut through the tense silence of the car, makin

  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    Kidnapped And Scared

    SARIAN I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. Just a tightness. A pressure, like something unseen was sitting on me. I couldn’t name it. I couldn’t shake it. It sat heavy,like something was waiting for me, just outside the door. Something that didn’t knock. Something that didn’t ask permission.Rosa knocked gently around ten. She was always soft with me, like she was afraid I might break if she raised her voice. “Señorita Sarian?” she called.“I’m okay,” I said, not moving from the edge of the bed.“Do you want breakfast?”I paused, then shook my head. “No. Thank you.”I wasn’t hungry. I needed something else,something bigger than food.Air.I needed air more than anything. Fresh, messy, chaotic air. The kind that didn’t smell like expensive furniture polish or freshly arranged roses. I needed space. Space from the quiet perfection of this mansion. From Julio’s eyes always watching, always reading me like a book he wasn’t sure he shoul

  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    I knew

    CATALINAThey thought I wouldn’t find out.They thought Catalina was just another jealous ex-fiancée with too much perfume and no brains. A pretty face who wore heels and smiled for cameras, nothing more. But they forgot one thing.I don’t lose.Not when I’ve suffered this much. Not when I’ve bled in silence and smiled through betrayal. Not when I’ve watched Don Julio slip through my fingers—because of her.Sarian.Or should I say, Moretti’s daughter?I smiled to myself as I crossed my legs, the hem of my red silk robe brushing my thigh. I looked like royalty, and I felt like it too. That smile on my lips? It wasn’t fake. It was real. It was dangerous.Let them all clap for her now. Let the housemaids whisper, let the guards change their loyalties like cheap shirts. Let Don Julio play hero and whisper sweet words into her ear.Let them all celebrate.Because they have no idea what is coming.The day I found out was quiet.No thunder. No lighting. Just a simple knock on the door and on

  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    My Happiness

    DON JULIO I came home soaking in more than just rain. My coat was soaked. My sneakers carried muck into the hallway. But my chest—the stuff beating behind my ribs—felt the heaviest. Not because of what I did. But now I have something to say. I should have felt stronger, walking away from Abraham Moretti's table without a knife in my back. But all I felt was the gradual disintegration of something I'd spent years attempting to keep hidden. Not just in the dirt—in blood, fire, and quiet. I opened the door to the garden room. There she was. Sarian sat on the velvet couch, coiled up like a calm storm.She wore my black sweater again, with the sleeves swallowing her hands and her legs pulled up as if she was terrified of falling through the floor. The book on her lap was open. The page hadn't been turned in a while. She either didn't notice me or saw me but didn't say anything. I could not blame her. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Can I sit?" She looke

  • Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation    Old Rivals, New Truths

    DON JULIO I didn't want to be here at all. I nebdr thought that a day like this would come and I would be sitting across from Abraham Moretti, staring at him and not pointing guns at each other.This man didn't have my trust. This meeting seem trustworthy. But I had come here, to this stupid meeting because of Sarian. She didn't know that I had come here to see her father and if she knew she could have begged to come, I wanted to keep her safe. Three nights ago, one of Abraham Morettis men had delivered the message. One of my men had seen the envelope, tied with a red string and kept close to the flowerpot. I had initially disregarded it. For years I had been at odds with Moretti. My family never interacted with the Vultures. It was even a death sentence to be close to a Vulture. But then I remembered Sarian, all she had lost, all she had learned and grown through. She needed to have a very perfect and happy life, this kind of world wasn't met for her. Her past was haunted by the

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