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38. CLEOPATRA
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HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 39. PARANOID AND JEALOUS
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTPARANOID & JEALOUSSometimes I think the universe finally decided to throw me a bone after months of watching my life collapse in the most humiliating way possible. Because watching my husband slowly lose his mind over the mystery surrounding the pendant has been nothing short of entertaining. The past two weeks have been… fascinating. Every single evening, Mark comes home in a worse mood than the day before, his temper hanging by a thread so thin that even the staff have started walking around him carefully, like one wrong word might trigger an explosion. Half the time, I overhear him raging in his office late at night, barking into his phone at private investigators, security teams, and whoever else he has hired to figure out the identity of the anonymous buyer.So far, they have found nothing and it is driving him insane. The best part is that he refuses to ask me directly and I know exactly why. He is afraid of the answer. Because if someone can casually spen
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 38. CLEOPATRA
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTCLEOPATRAThere has never been a truer statement than hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. As I sit back in my chair, a glass of champagne resting between my fingers, I cannot stop the satisfaction slowly unfurling inside my chest as I watch the bidding war escalate into complete madness. In my entire time dating and getting married to Mark Washington, I have interacted with enough of his caliber to know that they always have a certain ego whenever they are around each other. It’s like they become silent competitors, intent on making their money and status in the society speak for themselves.The object causing all this chaos is the ancient scarab beetle pendant displayed beneath the spotlight at the center of the stage. It is undeniably beautiful, crafted from gold and adorned with emeralds that seem to glow beneath the ballroom lights. Earlier in the evening, several wealthy husbands had entered the bidding, eager to win the piece for their wives.Now, howeve
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 37. ALL FUN AND GAMES
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENALL FUN AND GAMESI’ve spent almost my entire existence, orbiting around Mark, believing I was the center of his world. I molded myself to be everything he wants. Maybe that was my first mistake. You know, living my life for someone else. In truth he was first everything. My first crush, my first love and now my first heartbreak and yes, it still hurts like a bitch. But it’s much easier now that I’m past the denial stage.“You threw the flowers in the trash can,” Mark, says, taking a sip from the champagne flute in his hand. Around us, there is every elite family you can think of, mingling and being pretentious as usual. Not that I’m any better. For a brief moment I wonder if there is a single person in here that is being truly themselves. I wonder what skeletons all these people carry. How many marriages in here are actually what they appear?I grab a flute from a passing waitress, muttering a thank you, “And?”“What do you think the house helps are going to say
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 36. MINE
CHAPTER THIRTY SIXMINE“Yes! Fuck yes! Dante!” I can barely hear what I’m saying above the screams of pleasure as Dante’s dick punished my walls with every unforgiving thrust until I can’t even feel my legs anymore.I’m bended over in the guest bedroom which has honestly become my very sanctuary, Dante behind me and we are both sleek with sweat. He is fucking relentless in his quest to make sure I don’t walk properly and I’m definitely grateful for that. Like i said, he is the perfect dick-straction. Mark has already landed at the airport and he should be here in the next twenty minutes or so. But who gives a fuck? I’m so damn close to climax that he is the last thing in my head. It’s risky and Dante could get fired. But the idea of Mark’s face when he finally realizes that something he always considered only his is being touched in all the naughtiest ways he could never, makes something inside me twist with happiness.Maybe it’s because I fucking hate him with all my heart and soul.
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 35. PLAN
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEPLAN “And he said that?” Diane practically screeches through the three-way video call, her eyes widening so dramatically that I nearly laugh. “What the actual hell is wrong with that douchebag husband of yours? No, seriously, I need a diagnosis because there is no way a sane human being hears the words 'the woman I cheated with is pregnant and just tried to kill my wife' and then somehow concludes that marriage counseling will magically fix everything.”I take a slow sip of my wine, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun against my skin, “Believe me, if I knew, I'd tell you.”“You know what?” she continues, pointing at the camera as though she can reach through the screen and shake me. “The second you divorce that son of a bitch, I am dragging your ass out for the biggest celebration Vegas has ever seen.”“Unless either of you knows where I can find fifty million dollars lying around, I'm afraid that particular fantasy remains out of reach,” I point out. Fucking
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 34. A LITTLE RELAXATION
CHAPTER THIRTY FOURA LITTLE RELAXATIONDante doesn’t take me home right away and honestly I’m quite grateful for that. That place is suffocating and no longer feels like home. Instead, he parks somewhere quiet, away from the rush of the city, and we end up sitting on the hood of the car, the night air cool against my skin as the distant glow of New York flickers around us. There is something oddly peaceful about it, a kind of stillness I have not allowed myself to feel in a long time. Mark is attending an overnight conference in Atlanta. He won’t be back until tomorrow, preferably in the evening. Not that I can stand him anyway. Trapping me in a marriage using a fucking prenup? I might have been a valedictorian in high school, but I was sure as hell not smart enough to see through the fucking prenup when I agreed to it. It’s quite pathetic of me if you think about it. Idiotic even.He pulls out a cigarette, tapping it lightly against the pack before placing it between his lips, then
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 32. DINNER
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWODINNERMy in-laws have reserved a table at one of those impossibly luxurious, Japanese-styled restaurants that prides itself on elegance and exclusivity. I don’t mind if we are being honest. I have missed some good Wagyu. By the time we arrive, they are already seated inside, no
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 31. TESORO MIO
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONETESORO MIOMaybe I am drunk enough not to care. Or maybe I have simply reached a point where I no longer give a single damn about Mark and what any of this means for him.Either way, the moment Dante’s hand comes up to cover my mouth, silencing the sound that escapes me as his li
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 30. A SINFUL NIGHT
CHAPTER-THIRTYA SINFUL NIGHTMark is sprawled across the couch when we walk in, his tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone, a glass of whiskey hanging loosely in his hand as music videos play across the large television screen in front of him. He looks… undone in a way that should no
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 29. I WANT TO KISS YOU
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEI WANT TO KISS YOUI have no idea how many times I caught myself stealing glances at Dante throughout the night, or how many times something sharp and unfamiliar twisted inside me whenever another woman so much as attempted to flirt with him. None of it makes sense, and yet it k
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