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Acting It Out
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2025-06-09 15:40:43Chapter 4:
Alina's pov
That night I slept very little. I was having trouble processing the contract I had just signed and my thoughts were racing. One part of me wanted to laugh, another to scream and a tiny silent part to cry. But nothing would change if I cried. It was precisely at 6:00 a. m when my phone buzzed.
Dante: The car is downstairs. Get ready.
He said as if he already owned me, I gazed at the message and the audacious assurance in his words. I got dressed quickly wearing dark jeans, a white silk blouse and not much makeup. I had to appear gentle without being frail.
Untouchable but beautiful. A woman who wouldn't recoil when she married a billionaire. It was a sleek, black spy-movie-type car.
With a nod, a silent driver opened the door. Nothing to say, just a luxury.
“Miss Alina,” he said courteously.
I slid in after nodding back.
Yes,now my name is Alina Thompson, the wife who was forgotten. This sister who was betrayed. But that is no longer the case.
As we pulled up, we saw a sophisticated rooftop garden with glass walls all around. Like bees, cameras, stylists, makeup artists and public relations managers were all over the place. Dante Blake wearing a sharp charcoal suit that gave him the appearance of danger
wrapped in luxury, he stood in the middle of it all. As soon as I got out of the car his gaze fell on me.
“ You're late,” he said as he approached.
I raised my chin in response.
“ You're early.”
He smiled and I could swear that I had really made a terrible mistake years ago when I refused to marry this hot tycoon.
Immediately the photo shoot started. A haze of poses and flashes.
I glued myself to Dante, playing t he ideal portrayal of a woman in love. I believed I was a puppet but I did a good job in my role.
“Closer,” called the photographer. “We need intimacy and passion. Act as if you are infatuated with one another.”
Dante pressed his forehead against mine as he leaned in.
“You smell like war,” he muttered.
“You also have a sharp scent. Too much cologne.”
Just before the last flash a grin twitched across his lips
The PR manager then gave us a phone containing the draft engagement announcement.
Power couple alert: Dante Blake, a multimillionaire , is no longer available for purchase. He and Alina Hart, a business consultant and heiress, are getting married.
Sparks flew when the two met at a private charity gala. In six weeks the wedding is planned and they would say I do to each other. The pair's close friends and family claim their true love.
I laughed.
“True love?”
“People believe what they want to believe.” Dante said breezily
“What if this doesn't change Barry's perspective?
What if he doesn't care?”
He raised an eyebrow and he looked like he wanted to laugh or something.
“Oh, he'll be interested. Even though Barry is arrogant he plays the cool card. Alina you were his prize. Right now you're going to be mine.”
It was a word I detested. Prize.
As if I were a prize that men spread among themselves but then I smiled.
I had to. It was a game.
“Tonight we have an event,” he stated.
A dinner for charity. Be prepared. I want the ring to be seen by everyone.”
I glanced down at my fingers sparkling diamond. It seemed heavy as if it understood the gravity of the lies it stood for.
“I have nothing to put on.”
“Now you do.”
He gestured for a black-clad woman to bring over a bag of clothes.
“A high-end dress made to your exact measurements. Greetings from the world of luxury.”
“Where everyone wears a mask.” I said quietly.
He took a moment to observe me. “Wearing a mask you're good at won't hurt.”
I didn't say anything.
By 7:00 p. m. I was wearing a deep emerald gown that accentuated my curves and glistened in the chandelier lights as I stood outside the Rosewood Hotels grand ballroom.
I now have crimson lips and smoky eyes thanks to the makeup artist's skill.
I was a far cry from the woman who had sobbed in a hotel room only a few days before. Dante showed up next to me, reaching out.
“Are you ready to ruin him?”
“I was born ready.”
As we went inside, the crowd dispersed, flashing cameras, and whispered exclamations.
I remained upright, my fingers interlaced with Dante's. We appeared to be powerful and also deeply in love
Until I caught sight of him.
Barry. He and Camille stood close to the bar, her hand snagging his arm as if she were supposed to.
Despite being made of cream silk, her dress seemed cheap to me. When she saw me her smile wavered. I smiled more broadly. Barry's gaze shifted from my face to the diamond in my hand narrowing and then to Dante.
His lips clenched. Slowly we passed them and I stopped as soon as I got close enough.
“Oh Barry,” I said kindly. Did I send you an invitation?
Then Camille moved forward. “You've already gotten married?”
“ Six weeks from now,” I stated while displaying the ring. “I suppose it happens quickly when it's real.”
Dante wrapped my waist with his arm.
“We just can't wait.”
Barry treated me like a complete stranger. As if he was no longer able to touch the woman he had deceived.
“You signed the papers then?” He said coldly, the blood in my body stopped moving.
“I hadn't.” I feigned a smile. “I was joking. I did, of course, long ago. You should have checked your drawer.”
He snorted. “The inheritance clause won't be effective unless I agree as we both know. You'll need my signature.”
“She doesn't need anything from you,” Dante stated in a stern voice. “Especially not with your consent.”
The tension was like lightning between them . I looked up at Barry.
“You don't think that I can inherit it do you”
His voice was low as he leaned closer.
“I think you are bluffing.
You lack the necessary qualities.”
I grinned quietly. “Then watch me.”
Dante's hold tightened and before I could say another word he yanked me away. Barry's eyes were staring into my back as we left.
“Very well done,” Dante murmured. “He's upset now.Well done. That's the strategy.”
I knew in my heart though that this was just the beginning. The war was on. And I was prepared to destroy everything by fire
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The glow of my phone lit the dark room, pale blue against trembling hands. My breath stuck somewhere between my chest and throat as I stared at the words.You can hide behind him all you want, Alina. But in the end, you’ll crawl back. You always do.And beneath it, the second message, colder, sharper.Check the window.The air left my lungs in a rush. My fingers almost dropped the phone, the weight of those words heavier than the device itself. He was here. Watching. Maybe close enough to see my every twitch.My body locked. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. It felt like if I so much as breathed too loudly, I’d give him the satisfaction of my panic.“Alina?” Dante’s voice sliced through the silence. Low. Alert. Awake in an instant, like he’d never really been asleep.I turned slowly, the phone still clutched in my hand, glowing like a secret I didn’t want to hold. He was already on his feet, eyes sharp, body coiled in that way he had when danger brushed the edges of the room.“What is it?”I c
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The pounding on the door wasn’t Barry’s. I knew that much the second I heard it—too hurried, too frantic, too… desperate. Still, my body reacted the same way it always did: knees pulling tight to my chest, breath caught in my throat, waiting for the worst. Dante moved before I could process anything, stepping toward the door, shoulders tense like a coiled spring.“Stay here,” he repeated, voice low, sharp with command.I wanted to argue, but the words tangled. My tongue felt thick, heavy, like speaking would betray the fragile stillness holding me together. So I nodded, pressing myself into the corner of the couch.The knock came again, louder. “Dante! Please—it’s urgent. It’s about Barry!”The name hit me like a whip. I flinched. Whoever it was, they knew him. That meant danger, no matter what words they wrapped it in.Dante unlocked the door with careful precision, opening it only a crack. His body filled the gap, blocking my view.“What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped.The
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The sound of my name through the door hollowed me out. My body went rigid, my skin buzzing with cold. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I could only hear him—Barry—his voice thick with possession, curling around me like chains I thought I’d broken.Dante’s shoulders squared. His hand gripped the edge of the doorframe, knuckles white. He didn’t open it. “You’re not welcome here,” he called, voice steady as stone.A chuckle slid through the wood. “Funny. I don’t remember asking your permission.”My stomach lurched. It was him. No doubt, no mistake. The years I’d spent memorizing that sound—a serpent wearing human skin—came roaring back. I gripped the edge of the table, nails biting into the wood.“Alina.” His voice softened now, coaxing, dangerous in its familiarity. “Sweetheart, I know you can hear me. You’re scared, aren’t you? Don’t be. Just open the door and come home.”My throat closed. The old reflex flared—I almost rose, almost obeyed, almost went back to the role he’d carved
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The silence after his phone buzzed felt like a scream. I sat frozen on the couch, staring at Dante as if I could pull the truth from his eyes. He avoided my gaze, thumb tracing the seam of his jeans. The man who always met me head-on was suddenly looking anywhere but me.“It was him,” I said again, softer this time, as if whispering might make it less true. My chest squeezed, breath shallow. I hated how quickly my body remembered the old fear.Dante’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t confirm. He didn’t have to. The way his shoulders tensed was answer enough. The air between us shifted, sharp and heavy. I wanted to demand answers, to claw the phone from his hand, but part of me was too afraid to hear the words. If Barry knew where we were, if he was already circling…My stomach turned.“Alina.” Dante’s voice was low, careful. “Don’t spiral. Not yet.”I shot him a look. “Not yet? That sounds like a warning, Dante.”“It’s a precaution,” he corrected, finally meeting my eyes. His were steady
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The sunlight had already found us by the time I rolled out of bed. It streamed through Dante’s thin curtains in wide golden slants, spilling across the floor and warming my bare feet as I padded toward the small kitchen. The townhouse was quiet - for someone like me, who was used to noise being a threat. But here, silence didn’t feel like a cage. I found Dante half-awake at the counter, fussing with the coffee maker like it had offended him. His dark hair was still mussed, his T-shirt wrinkled, and yet somehow he looked unfairly good.“Morning, menace,” he said when he noticed me, voice low with sleep. “Coffee’s taking its sweet time.”I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “That’s because you’re glaring at it. Machines don’t like intimidation.”“Good thing you do,” he shot back, smirking.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips. These little exchanges felt like air after being underwater. The kettle clicked, and he poured water into two mismatched m
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Alina’s POVThe morning light spilled through the curtains like liquid gold, brushing against my skin as though it wanted to wake me gently. I blinked, stretching out beneath the covers, and found Dante watching me.That man.My heart still tripped over itself every time I caught him looking at me like that—like I was something rare, something worth holding onto. His hair was a little messy, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his eyes carrying that mix of danger and devotion that made me weak in places I’d never admit out loud.“You’re staring,” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep.“Am I not allowed to?” he asked, his mouth curving into that half-smile that ruined me. “I woke up next to the most beautiful woman alive. What else should I do—check my emails?”I groaned and shoved at his chest. “Smooth, Dante. Very smooth. You do realize flattery this early in the morning is suspicious?”He caught my hand before it landed and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, slow and deliberate. “Suspicious
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