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SITTING AT THE DEVIL'S TABLE
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2026-05-14 20:47:10
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His Arranged Protection SITTING AT THE DEVIL'S TABLE
~~LENA~~The car ride was suffocating.I sat stiffly beside Niccolò, the burgundy dress suddenly feeling too tight and exposing. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the compound. He was on his phone, speaking in Russian and completely in his own world.My eyes kept drifting to him. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his long dark hair fell slightly over his ears. The calm, dangerous way he commanded even a simple phone call.Was he anxious too?I almost laughed at the thought. The great Niccolò Santoro? Anxious? Not possible.My mind wandered further. What was this dinner really going to be like? Was I just a trophy to show off? “Lena!”His sharp voice made me jump. I turned to him, startled.“We’ve arrived,” he said, tilting his head with a faint smirk. “Or were you too anxious to notice?”“That’s not how you start a conversation,” I shot back.“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last minute. Seems like you were too busy panicking.”“I’m not panicking.”“Of course
His Arranged Protection THE BURGUNDY DRESS
Sleep wouldn't come. Every time I closed my eyes I saw blood on the gravel, Niccolò's hand catching me and Alessia's calm face telling me my cage had been built years before I stepped into it.I gave up somewhere around eight in the morning.The window was where I ended up sitting instead, knees pulled to my chest, watching the grounds below.How long? A year? Two? My whole life?Come on Lena, you're overthinking it. Maybe she just said it… as a joke.Before I could settle on an answer, someone knocked at the door.I didn't even get to respond.The door opened and six maids filed in carrying armfuls of gownsㅡ floor length, structured and dresses that didn't even look like dresses.I stared at the pile growing across my bed.Who were these for? Definitely not me.One maid stepped forward with a small bow. "You have been invited to the family dinner this evening, ma'am. Professional manicurists and stylists will be arriving shortly, the best available. Mr. Santoro asks that you present
His Arranged Protection EIGHT DAYS
~~LENA~~“What the hell is wrong with you?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.The words came out louder than I expected. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly anymore.Was this really normal to him?The way he ordered a man’s fingers broken without even blinking. The calm in his voice. The blood. All of it.I hadn’t even realized the traitor was gone until the room felt too empty. And now Niccolò was looking straight at me.He closed the distance between us. His long dark hair fell slightly forward, just long enough to brush over his ears. The movement made him look both dangerously beautiful and terrifying. My mouth went dry. “I… I said—”“No, Lena,” he cut me off quietly. “I heard you the first time.”He moved even closer, caging me against the desk without actually touching me. I could smell gunpowder, cologne, and something darker. My hands gripped the edge of the wood behind me until my knuckles hurt.“Since you’ve signed,” he said, eyes fixed on mine, “
His Arranged Protection THE DEVIL YOU KNOW
~~NICCOLÒ~~The compound was already in chaos when we moved.Matteo drove like the devil was behind us. I sat in the passenger seat, jaw locked, eyes scanning every shadow beyond the headlights.My phone was clenched in my hand, the distorted voice still ringing in my head.~“We already have someone inside.”~I should have locked her down tighter. One fucking night and they already had her. The thought burned like acid. Control was everything in my world, and tonight it had slipped through my fingers.“East service road,” Matteo spoke in a tight voice without looking at me. He flicked two fingers toward the tree line. I nodded once. We understood each other without words. Years of this shit made that easy.The black van came into view just as it started moving. Gravel sprayed under its tires. Lena’s face was visible for half a second through the side window — wide eyes, mouth open in a silent scream, her hands pressed desperately against the glass.Too late. I was too fucking late.“
His Arranged Protection THE LEAK
~~ NICCOLÒ~~My fingers tightened around the folder until the edges bit into my palm. The paper creased under the pressure, but I barely felt it.For a moment I just stood there, staring at the closed door.“I’d rather die than marry you.”She had no idea how dangerous those words were in my world. Most people who spoke to me like that didn't live long enough to regret it. Yet something about her defiance stuck to me.Before I could shove the thoughts aside, the door opened again with a soft click.“Boss.”Matteo stepped in, his expression grim as he closed the door with a quiet click I felt more than heard.I tossed the folder onto the table. The sharp slap cut through the room. “How the fuck did they find out about her?”Matteo shut the door fully. “There’s no way they should’ve known this fast. Not unless someone inside talked.”“Within,” I finished for him.He nodded once.I leaned back in the leather chair, forcing a slow breath through my nose. Control. Always control.Panic was
His Arranged Protection "BE MY WIFE"
~~LENA~~My body moved before I could fully think it through. I pushed myself up from the bed, heart racing, every instinct screaming at me to stay put.But I didn’t.My hand hovered over the handle for a moment. This is a bad idea.Still, I turned it.The door opened just enough for me to slip into the hallway. The mansion felt different now—colder, heavier.I followed the sound, pulse quickening with every step.Then I saw it.A man was tied to a wooden chair in the center of the wide room, his head hanging limp, face a mess of bruises and dried blood. His breathing came in wet, ragged gasps.Niccolò stood in front of him, sleeves rolled up, expression calm in a way that didn’t match the violence.“Run again,” he said quietly. “Let’s see how far you get next time.”The man tried to speak, but the words came out broken.Niccolò tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing like he was listening—or trying to.The man slowly raised his head. It was the second guy from the alley.Everything
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