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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
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation DARK ESCAPE
SIMEONSeventy-two hours. Three days or wherever stupid instructions I had been given. I scoffed. That is what I got from the Angel of Death. Must he be so stupid and brainless. He should have jumped for joy and not threaten me over something I had brought to his notice. It wasn't everyday that people get this kind of beautiful information.I actually didn't give a fuck, he can threaten and even yell for all I fucking care. I have got my father's protection and it was all that mattered and as far as I was sure no harm would come to me, just that Catalina should keep to her own end of the bargain else she might not like what would happen next.I was drinking whiskey and half-watching nude women perform on stage in a dark club trying to block out the one thing that was bothering me. She. Sarian. . Eve. Whatever it was that she was called. I should have gone after her. By now I should have pulled her in, I should have killed Don Julio and make her mine. However her face was all I coul
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Our Bodies
Sarian .He was silent. He didn't say anything else. Not even when I set down the coffee next to him. Not even when I slipped out of the room. There was now a thick, crackling tension in the room. Julio's eyes which were heated but not icy or furious followed me. It was burning and starved.“ Leave it,” he said roughly when I came back to check if he was done. I wanted to return to the solace of my studio and draw to keep my mind busy. If Julio was angry, the whole place suddenly becomes hot and boring and now I wanted to go outside and walk in the garden instead of going to the studio. It was the call thsr had made him furious.I slowly turned around. “You're against it?”I looked into his dark eyes. “The council can go to hell and there's no way I am ever going to that fucking place.”He rose from the couch in one fluid motion before I could say anything and stood inches from me.He touched my jaw with his firm but soft fingers. I felt his thumb graze my lips. “ Sarian, don't go
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