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Everything is fair in love and war.
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2025-07-23 15:14:49Logan's POV
"Either your fiancé is very cheap, or he cannot afford to buy you a ring. Which means he is only after your money. I don't believe it is the other way around. I don't believe you. I don't think for one second that the two of you are engaged. You don't look very in love. Please do not play games with me, boy. Go and play with your toys. I don't have time to play around. Now keep your nose out of my business. Get lost. I'm talking to Madeline," I say.
"Who do you think you are to talk to me this way? What is between Madeline and me has nothing to do with you. Leave her alone. Can't you see that she doesn't want to talk to you? Besides, we need her in front. People want to speak to her. You know that there are many journalists and food critics here. You are keeping our CEO away from her duties. You can arrange an appointment with her if you want to see her. You're spoiling our party, Sir," The man says. I don't even know who he is. It means that he is not important in this town because I know all the important people in this town.
"It is okay, Lucas. I will be right there. Please tell everybody that I will talk to them soon," Madeline says.
"Are you sure, my love? I can always ask the guards to throw him out," Lucas says. He is pretending, but I can see that he has feelings for Madeline. He looks very possessive of her. Well, I've got news for him. He is no competition for me. Madeline's eyes are cold, and there is no warmth in them when she looks at him. However, when she looks at me, her eyes sparkle, and they are full of life. I don't know if she hates me or loves me, but they say the line between hate and love is thin. At least, I am awakening some feelings in her. I would rather take her feisty side than the neutral side she shows to Lucas.
"I am sure. Mr Rossi will be leaving soon since his date has already left," Madeline says.
Lucas walks away reluctantly. He keeps looking over his shoulder. He glares at me, and I smile. I'm not planning on leaving quickly. I know her family is going to be furious with her for starting her own restaurant, and I do not want to leave Madeline alone with that bunch of sharks. I know her father is furious. I could see it in his face, and her brother did not look happy at all. What did they think after the way they treated her? I know they wonder where she got the money from. I know where she got the money from. I know she inherited her grandfather's money, and I also know that her grandfather on her mother's side was much wealthier than anyone knew. I knew her grandfather very well, and he made me promise before he died that I would look after Maddie. I feel like I have failed him.
"Now that we are alone again, just answer my question, and I will leave you alone. Is he your fiancé? I cannot believe it. I think you need a stronger man by your side, Maddie. But I am not going to leave the party. I believe that your family is going to come after you, and I want to be here to protect you. Do you know that they are a bunch of sharks, don't you?" I say.
"What makes you think that I need your help? I can look after myself. Besides, my love life has nothing to do with you," Madeline says.
"I will find out the truth eventually. I have a lot of contacts in this town, and I can find out quickly who or what Lucas is to you. Please do not play games with me, Madeline," I say.
"Listen, before I left this town, you told me not to bother you again. I never bothered you ever. So why are you bothering me now? You accused me of sleeping with you while I was married," Madeline says.
"About that night, I am sorry. I didn't know that you were already divorced, and I was shocked. I didn't believe that I could sleep with one of my friends' wives. I said the wrong things. Even if you were still married, it takes two to tango, and I was just as guilty as you were. I know I am clumsy when it comes to apologies, but please don't get me wrong. I don't apologise to people often. I am not wrong often. I want you to know that I am truly sorry. Those words were harsh, and you did not deserve them," I say. Madeline looks at me in surprise, as if she never expected me to apologise.
"Well, thank you for the apology. I appreciate it. But that does not change anything. I do not want anything to do with you again. I am engaged and happy. Now, can you please excuse me? I have a party to run," Madeline says. I will let her go for now, but this is not over. I will see Maddie again.
"We will talk again, Madeline," I say. I walk away, and I see Madeline standing there for a moment longer. Then I see her eyes turn cold again as she pulls back her shoulders and lifts her head high. She walks away to where everybody is waiting for her. I cannot help but admire her. She is radiating strength. She's radiating the feeling that she is the boss around here. I always liked strong women. It's just a shame that you don't get many of them these days. But I have a feeling that I just found my match. I have been looking for her for a long time, and she did not disappoint me. I did not understand my obsession with her until now. I know I love her, and I will fight for her heart. Even if I have to fight dirty. After all, everything is fair in love and war.
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Game over. Spying on Michelle.
Marco’s POVMichelle Morris. The thought of her coils in my mind like smoke, rising and curling with potential, with danger, with opportunity. She moves through this city, fragile but ambitious, a woman used to being seen, to being admired, to bending people with a glance, and yet I know she has weaknesses, small cracks that can be widened, gaps that can be exploited. She wants to matter, she wants attention, she wants power, even if she doesn’t realize it. And Logan Rossi… he has been careful to surround himself with loyalty, with walls, with impenetrable defences, but every fortress has a gate, and every gate has a lock. Michelle might just be the key.I have my men watch her movements, track her habits, whisper through the streets, the bars, the high-end restaurants she frequents. They know to stay invisible, to blend, to note everything without alerting her. Every smile she offers, every question she asks, every shadow she passes through, all of it is intelligence. Intelligence, w
Game over. He knows.
Marco’s POVI stride into the back room of the bar, the low whispers of conversation and clinking glasses fading behind me as the door shuts, leaving only the faint smell of cigarette smoke and spilled whiskey. My men glance at me, heads lowered, because they know what my expression means, and I don’t have to say a word for them to understand the tension coiling like a snake in the room. Every movement, every measured step I take carries authority, the weight of the Castello name pressing into the walls, reminding anyone who dares look that I am no man to be trifled with. I have spent my life building empires from the shadows, carving my place from blood and fire, and yet there is a pulse of anticipation thrumming beneath my skin tonight, a restless energy that refuses to be contained.One of my men approaches, careful, too careful, but I see the hesitation in his eyes, the tiny tremor that betrays the weight of the information he carries. He hesitates, and I do not allow the pause to
Game over. Getting ready for the new challenge.
Logan’s POVI stand behind Maddie as she studies the floor plan of the estate, the map spread across the large oak table like a battlefield waiting to be defended, and I watch her fingers trace every hallway, every entrance, every window, because she sees it all, not just the physical layout, but the vulnerabilities, the places someone like Marco Castello could exploit, the shadows where danger could hide. She leans forward, elbows pressed to the table, jaw tight, eyes sharp and calculating, and I feel that familiar rush of pride mixed with possessiveness, because this woman is not just beautiful and fierce. She is brilliant, unflinching, the perfect partner in a world built on power and betrayal. She also knows, like I do, we have to make our home safe first.“We need more cameras,” she says, finally looking up at me, her voice steady even as her eyes flash with determination. “At every gate, every entry, and every blind spot. Marco may already know all the weak points. What if he ha
Game over. A new enemy in town.
Logan’s POVThe office is quiet, the noise of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls that have heard more secrets than most people could imagine, and I stand by the window for a moment, letting my gaze drift across the skyline, before turning back to Maddie, who sits in the chair across from my desk, hands clasped tightly in her lap, the tension in her shoulders impossible to miss. I take a deep breath, steadying the words I am about to say, because there is no easing the truth, no softening it, and she deserves nothing less than the full weight of it.“Maddie,” I begin, my voice low but firm, carrying the authority that comes not just from being a Don, but from being a man who has seen what betrayal and power can do, who has walked through fire and come out unburned, “Sean, Roman, and his family, they’re gone. They will never return to America. The arrangements are in place, and the consequences are final. You won’t have to worry about them threatening our children, our fam
Game over. Dangerous men.
Michelle’s POVThe night air is cool when I step outside the bar, but it does little to settle the storm inside me, and as the flash of camera bulbs blinds me for a moment, I almost forget the swarm of paparazzi I left waiting, their questions loud and sharp, each one stabbing into the quiet I need. I ignore them, sliding into the back of my car, and as the driver pulls away, the noise fades, but the silence that replaces it is heavier, thick with the weight of Marco Castello’s words.I lean my head back against the leather seat, closing my eyes for just a moment, and I can still see him sitting there across from me, his dark gaze steady, his smile cold, every word chosen like a knife meant to slip beneath the skin. He was not asking for anything, not really. He was planting, hinting, weaving threads he expects me to follow, and the worst part is that I felt the pull of it, the quiet tug of his suggestions wrapping themselves around thoughts I do not want to admit I still have. Logan
Game over. Playing Michelle.
Marco’s POVI sit back in the chair opposite her, the glass of whiskey in my hand catching the faint glow of the bar’s low-hanging light, and I watch Michelle Morris with the kind of patience most men mistake for disinterest, but it is not disinterest, it is calculation, because everything about her, the set of her jaw, the way her eyes follow me without flinching, the deliberate calmness she wears like an expensive dress, is a test, and I already know that if I want her, if I want to bend her to my purpose, I will need to play the long game, the careful game, the game where every word is a step closer to making her believe she is in control when in truth she is already caught in my web.Michelle is beautiful, of course, but not in the way that makes me reckless or stupid, her beauty is sharp, the kind that slices if you are foolish enough to reach without thought, and I understand why Logan Rossi once looked at her with something more than passing interest, because she is not the kin
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