LOGINShe was the daughter of a monster. He was the man who put a bullet in her father’s skull. Now, they're both trapped in a game of obsession, betrayal, and blood. When Mirabella Belluci escapes her brutal Mafia past in Chicago, she doesn't expect to be hunted by the man who freed her. Giovanni Moretti. He is cold, calculating, and a sworn enemy of her family and is meant to watch her from the shadows. Instead, he watches too closely... and wants too much. But in a world where love is weakness and loyalty is lethal, desire comes at a cost. And the closer they draw to each other, the deeper they sink into a war that could destroy them both. "Obsession is just another kind of loyalty.”
View MoreCHAPTER 66: Giovanni’s POV DOMINICI didn’t announce myself.I never did with Marco. Didn’t need to. The Belluci house still remembered my footsteps, even if he liked to pretend it didn’t.Two guards stiffened when they saw me. Hands twitching. Eyes sharp but nobody spoke.Good. They knew better.Marco stood by the window, phone in hand, city lights bleeding behind him like he owned the fucking skyline. He turned slowly, lazy about it, like he’d been expecting me all along.“Well,” he drawled. “If it isn’t my favorite brother.”The door clicked shut behind me. “You kidnapped our mother.”No greeting. No bullshit. Just the cold, hard truth. Even for him, this was going too far. Marco smiled. That easy, careless smile that always meant someone else was about to bleed for his entertainment.“She’s fine,” he said. “A little shaken. But alive. You’re welcome.”I stepped closer. “You dragged her into a war she has nothing to do with.”“She dragged herself into it the day she chose sides.
CHAPTER 65: Mirabella’s POV The moment the gunshot cracked through the room, my scream ripped straight out of my chest.“GIO!”His body slammed into mine, heavy, warm, and then terrifyingly limp.“No, no, no, Gio, baby, fuck…” My hands shook as I pressed them against his chest. Blood wasn’t pouring out. Not like I expected. But the impact had knocked him completely unconscious.His head fell to the side. His eyes stayed closed.“GIOVANNI!”Panic crashed over me in a violent wave. I grabbed his face with trembling hands, tapping him lightly, then harder.“Wake up, wake the fuck up, Giovanni!”My breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps. The room was still ringing from the explosion of gunfire, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air, glass everywhere.Footsteps stormed into the villa.Guns. Shouting. My name.“Madonna, Mirabella! Get back!” one of Giovanni’s men yelled as they rushed inside, firing toward the tree line outside.I curled over Giovanni’s body, shielding
CHAPTER 64: Giovanni’s POV The villa was quiet. I watched the maids set the table for dinner, but my gaze kept drifting back to Mirabella. My wife. My fucking undoing. Candlelight flickered across her face, shadows tracing her cheekbones, sliding down the curve of her neck. I couldn’t look away.She caught me staring. “What, you planning to eat me with your eyes?” she smirked.I didn’t answer at first. I let the words sit between us, thick and heavy.“Maybe,” I murmured, voice low, rough. “Maybe I’m thinking about how much I want to drag you into our room and…”I stopped, swallowing. She raised an eyebrow.“…never mind.”My jaw tightened.Her laugh was soft, dangerous. “Never mind? That’s new.”I leaned forward, letting the air between us thicken. “I’ve been patient, Mirabella. I swear to God, I have. But you have no idea what you do to me.”Her eyes darkened, soft around the edges in a way that punched straight into my chest. “I could say the same,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 63: Mirabella’s POV The moonlight cut through the curtains, spilling over the bed in pale silver. Tuscany was quiet in that way that made your heartbeat sound too loud. Giovanni’s arm was still draped around my waist, heavy and possessive, his breathing slow and even against my neck.Sleep wouldn’t come back to me. My body was still, but my mind wouldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, Marco’s voice echoed, that smug, taunting calm he always used before doing something cruel. Giovanni said he’d burn the world for me. And I believed him. That terrified me almost as much as Marco did.I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. The marble floor was cold beneath my bare feet as I padded toward the window. Outside, the vineyards stretched under the moon like a sea of silver leaves. The air was cool and sharp when I opened the door and stepped onto the terrace.The stables were a dark silhouette beyond the garden. I don’t know what possessed me to go






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