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He Regretted It After I Married for His Lover Chapter 12
In the second winter after we put down roots in that seaside town, I gave birth to a son.It was a long night, and it was raining outside.As the gray dawn finally broke through the layer of fog over the sea, Dante stood rigidly outside the delivery room of the small clinic, his shirtsleeve stained with a patch of blood he hadn't even noticed.Only when the midwife placed the baby in my arms and it let out a loud, vibrant cry did the breath he was holding finally escape his chest.Only then did his legs give out, and he knelt by my bedside, pressing his damp forehead to mine.He didn't say anything grand or poetic to express his love. He just held my hand, refusing to leave my side for a second.Our son grew up in that coastal town.Before the boy could even hold a pencil properly, Dante taught him how to sail a boat; when the boy's hands were still too small to hold heavy objects, Dante handed him a hunting knife for self-defense.He never taught our son how to conquer. He only taught
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For a long half-minute, his body was rigid as stone.He looked determined to defy my will, as if in the next second he would throw me over his shoulder and fight his way out, ready to take on the entire underworld for me.But in the end, he slowly took a step back.The small distance that opened up between us again was colder than Ashpoint's harshest winter wind."I'll never forgive any of this," he growled, his voice hoarse. "Not the family that sent you here. And not myself for letting it happen.""I know," I answered calmly.Those were the last words I said to him in that abyss.He didn't leave Ashpoint.Not that night. Not for the rest of that year.Everything that happened next was done in the shadows. Not a single car with a Falcone license plate crossed into Ashpoint territory, and no treaties were ever torn up.To the ignorant foot soldiers of the underworld, it was just another internal power struggle within the "Lone Wolf's" family, a rotten core that finally imploded on a ra
He Regretted It After I Married for His Lover Chapter 10
Before I could swallow the cold air in my lungs, he moved.One second, we were separated by loyalty, by territory, by the entire code of the Five Families, by fate itself. The next, his hand was clamped around my wrist, the force of it so strong it even seemed to surprise him."Come with me," Dante said.It wasn't a request. Nor was it a well-thought-out escape plan.It was a command dragged from the marrow of his bones, crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation, like an order to break through an ambush where a half-second's delay meant a bullet to the head.The pull sent me stumbling half a step toward him.The thugs outside the warehouse immediately noticed the commotion. The sharp, metallic click of bullets being chambered was deafening in the silent basement.I looked up at him, at the undisguised madness in his eyes.The Consigliere who always buttoned his suit to the top, who had family loyalty etched into his very being, was gone.The man before me no longer weighed pros
He Regretted It After I Married for His Lover Chapter 9
He strode toward me, then stopped dead just a few feet away, as if his damned reason had finally reminded him that I was no longer the Principessa he could righteously step in front of to protect.His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists, then uselessly unclenched."I heard on the grapevine," he began, his voice low and strained, "that you were holding your own."I almost laughed.My voice was so flat it surprised me. "At least my head is still on my shoulders."His gaze swept over my face, inch by inch, as if counting every wound he hadn't been there to prevent.In that moment, I saw something utterly foreign in his usually unreadable eyes.It wasn't the relief of finally finding me, not the guilt of a consigliere to his charge, but a spiraling terror, the kind of fear that could drive a man mad.He instinctively reached for the angry burn on my sleeve.I didn't move, but his hand never made contact.His Adam's apple bobbed.Those eyes, which in Verona City were always as
He Regretted It After I Married for His Lover Chapter 8
[Alessia's POV]I had long since given up any hope of a rescuer swooping in. In this gilded cage, hope was the most lethal poison.The rules for survival in Ashpoint were simple. Keeping your mouth shut saved you more often than fighting back. Acting like you didn't care was a better defense than showing fear.On the third night, one of the Lone Wolf's maids "accidentally" burned through my silk sleeve with a hot cigarette butt while pouring my wine. There was nowhere for me to hide.The hiss of scorching fabric was followed by an overly casual apology, clearly just a test of the new mistress's limits.A blister quickly swelled, red and raw, on my pale arm. No one was punished. I hadn't expected Nikolai to execute one of his own for my sake.By the fourth night, I finally understood what Sofia had endured here in her last life.The endless probing, the torture disguised as "house rules," and the eyes of those waiting on the sidelines to see when the bride from Verona City would finally
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I slammed my foot on the gas, driving like a man possessed.At every underground checkpoint, I bluffed my way through, threatened with my gun, or threw down wads of black-market cash. Sometimes, I did all three at once.I forged border patrol orders, using family privileges I had supposedly abandoned.I shed the pretentious, custom-made suit, threw away the Falcone family crest, and changed into an unremarkable black trench coat, a revolver tucked at my hip.If the men in Ashpoint detected my presence before I could get inside the estate, she would be torn to pieces.Late at night, when exhaustion seeped into my bones, the memories became unbearably cruel.I couldn't get the image out of my head: her eyes looking at me through the car window that morning, cool and distant, as if she had already erased my existence from her life.And in that moment, I finally admitted something I had refused to admit in two lifetimes.I had never loved Sofia the way I thought I did.What I loved was a s
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