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13: THE WOMAN IN RED

Penulis: Nessa ojo
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-25 00:18:44
The room froze before the woman’s words could even settle.

“I said, that necklace can’t be auctioned,” she repeated, her voice slicing through the hum of chatter and the clinking of champagne flutes.

All heads turned. Even the air seemed to still.

Dante’s hand, still hovering near Amara’s throat where he had just fastened the rare gemstone necklace, dropped slowly to his side.

Across the auction hall, she stood — Elara.

Every inch of her looked crafted to command attention. Her dress,
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  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   22: THE HOUSE ABOVE THE SEA

    Amara woke up to silence.Not the uncomfortable kind.The dangerous kind.The kind that made her instantly aware that she was somewhere far away from the world she knew.For a moment, she stayed still beneath the silk sheets, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar bedroom.Large windows overlooked the Sicilian coast, moonlight spilling across marble floors and dark furniture polished to perfection. The room itself looked more like something stolen from royalty than a place meant to hold a kidnapped woman.Which somehow made it worse.Amara slowly pushed herself upright, tension tightening her shoulders.No guards.No locked chains.No visible threat.And yet—she knew she wasn’t free.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.The door opened before she could answer.A woman dressed in black stepped inside carefully, offering a polite smile.“Mr. Riccardo asked me to prepare you for dinner.”Amara frowned slightly. “Dinner?”The woman nodded.“As his guest.”Guest.Right.Because apparently kid

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   21: THE GHOST DANTE CREATED

    Amara refused to let him see fear.Even as every instinct in her body screamed at her to run.The man watched her quietly from across the room, one hand resting lazily against the arm of the chair as though kidnapping women was part of his nightly routine.Maybe it was.“You’re staring,” he murmured.Amara crossed her arms slowly. “I’m trying to decide if you’re insane.”A low chuckle escaped him.“Careful,” he said. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”“It already has.”His eyes darkened slightly at that.Interesting.He stood, and Amara immediately stiffened.Not because he moved fast—But because he moved too calmly.Like a man completely in control of everything around him.“I know Dante likes dangerous things,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “But bringing an undercover agent into his life?”His gaze flicked toward her.“That was careless.”Amara’s heartbeat faltered for half a second.Only half.But he noticed.Of course he did.“You’re bluffing,” she said c

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   20: TAKEN

    The car door slammed shut.Amara didn’t even get the chance to scream before a hand covered her mouth, dragging her back against a hard chest as the vehicle sped off.Her heart pounded violently.This wasn’t random.This was targeted.“Stay still,” a low voice murmured against her ear.Not Dante.Her body reacted instantly—she twisted, elbow driving back hard. A grunt followed, but the grip on her only tightened.“Careful,” another voice said lazily from the front seat. “He’s been waiting a long time for her.”Her stomach dropped.*He.*Amara forced herself to breathe, forcing the panic down. Think. Count. Observe.Three men. Maybe four. Dark interior. Tinted windows.No escape.Yet.---Miles away, Dante ran out of the jeweler and froze.The air felt wrong.Too quiet.Too empty.“Where is she?” he asked, voice low, controlled.No one answered.His gaze swept the ground——and landed on the necklace.The one he had just given her.Lying abandoned like it meant nothing.Something inside

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   19: MARKED

    The stranger’s fingers were still wrapped around Amara’s hand.For a moment the world seemed to narrow to the space between them.His lips had barely brushed her knuckles, yet the sting of it lingered like a brand.Slowly, he lifted his head.Their eyes met.Dark. Calculating. Amused.Amara felt the weight of Dante’s stare like a blade pressing between her shoulder blades.Behind her, chairs scraped against the marble floor.She didn’t have to turn around to know what had happened.Dante’s men had stood up.All of them.The stranger noticed too.A slow smirk curved his lips, the expression of a man who feared absolutely nothing.His thumb brushed lightly across the back of her hand before he released it.“Until we meet again, Amara.”Her breath caught.How did he know her name?He turned and walked away without another word.Several men dressed in black rose from a nearby table and silently fell in behind him.The message was clear.He had his own army.And they followed him with the

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   18: SOVEREIGN GROUND

    The convoy doesn’t head back to the estate. That’s the first thing Amara notices. They don’t return to familiar gates or guarded walls. Instead, the city thins out around them. Streetlights grow sparse. The highway opens wide and empty ahead. The car is silent. Dante sits beside her in the backseat, one arm resting along the door, gaze fixed forward like she doesn’t exist. Marco is in the passenger seat. Two black SUVs trail behind them. No one speaks. Not about the necklace. Not about the tracking signal. Not about the way his fingers had gone still when he felt the metal beneath her collarbone. The silence is deliberate. And it is suffocating. Amara folds her hands in her lap, forcing them to stay steady. Her pulse hasn’t fully settled from the interception at the building. Her mind keeps replaying the moment his eyes darkened — not with rage, but realization. He knows something. He just doesn’t know everything. The car turns through a pair of gates that slide open b

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME    17: EXPOSED

    AMARA I felt it the second his breath stalled against my skin. Not fear. Not instinct. Recognition. Dante’s fingers paused at my throat, the intimacy of the moment collapsing into something razor-sharp and lethal. His thumb brushed the pendant once, too deliberately. The pulse of green light beneath the gold casing reflected faintly in his eyes. I didn’t move. Didn’t reach for him. Didn’t lie. “Don’t,” he said quietly. Not a request. A warning. He straightened slowly, the air shifting with him. The room didn’t feel smaller, but it felt hunted. “How long,” he asked evenly, “have you been wearing surveillance on your body?” There it was. No guessing. No confusion. Straight to the throat. I exhaled, steadying myself. This was the moment every operative trained for, the exposure point. The second the mask came off. “Since before I met you,” I said calmly. His gaze snapped to mine. No shock. Only calculation. “So it’s real,” he said. “You’re

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   10: BETWEEN LIES AND SHADOWS

    The figure in the doorway stepped into the light. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me.” Her pulse slowed, barely. She lowered her weapon an inch, though her hand stayed firm on the grip. The man before her wasn’t one of Dante’s men. He wasn’t anyone she’d ever seen near Moretti’s circle. He was

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   9 : THE DOUBLE LIFE

    The ride back to the penthouse was silent, the kind of silence that was too heavy to be innocent. Dante’s penthouse was wrapped in low, amber light, the kind that made everything seem softer, slower, more dangerous. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, one hand in his pocket

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   8: RELUCTANTLY HIS

    The morning after she said yes didn’t feel real.Amara woke to sunlight bleeding through the tall glass windows, wrapping around Dante’s penthouse like a spotlight. For a moment, she forgot where she was , the soft sheets, the faint scent of cedar and whiskey, the quiet hum of the city below.Then

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   7: TRIGGER WARNING

    The city didn’t sleep, but it did whisper. From the window of the safehouse, Amara watched the streets fade into the amber haze of midnight. The rain had stopped, but its scent still clung to the air—wet concrete, smoke, and danger. Nina sat across from her, hunched over a monitor, eyes scanning e

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