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A Future With Him
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Chapter 147.Rosealba lowered herself to the chair, her smile turning genuine.Drystan’s grin widened, his heart melting.“Where would you like us to celebrate our wedding and how many would you want it to be?” His voice carried so much enthusiasm.As a mafia lord, he shouldn’t be thinking of such things. He should keep it low—hidden from prying eyes, untraceable by enemies. But somehow, when it came to her, none of that seemed to matter. He didn’t want the underworld to define their life. He wanted her dreams to shape it.To him, weddings were for women to merry—ceremonies dressed in white, full of joy and dreams. But marriages… marriages were for men to uphold. For him to guard, to keep sacred, to protect with his life.However way she wanted it would work for him. Her happiness would always be his first answer.Rosealba lifted a finger to her lips, meditating.“Hmmmm… It’s quite a tough question,” she said slowly, her eyes gleaming with thought. “But I want a very simple wedding. S
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Chapter 148. Drystan stood behind the tall glass window, his hand glued to the phone pressed tightly against his ear. The city sprawled before him, alive and glittering beneath the afternoon sky—but his eyes didn’t see any of it. His stare was sharp, jaw clenched so tightly it ticked, the pressure building beneath his skin.“You didn’t tell her?” Lina’s voice snapped through the speaker. Her tone was sharp, her head dipped forward like Drystan could see her through the phone.“What is going on with you, Merikh? What is so hard about spilling such information? All you had to do was inform her that you had a company in her name.”“That company is Noble Write, Lina,” he growled lowly.“So?” she shot back, her voice rising slightly.Drystan turned from the window slowly, the shadow stretching behind him like the tension in his chest. His voice dropped deeper, rougher—warning. “Look, Lina. Rosealba would feel like she only got that job because of me. She would doubt herself. She would cra
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Chapter 149. “I am going to Sicily,” Drystan whispered, fingers grazing her thighs as he pulled her pants away.Rosealba’s breath hitched.Not in pleasure, but in the alarm his words played in her head.Her tilting head fell midway. Their body tensed as she struggled to process the news, her skin suddenly prickling, her mind freezing in mid-motion like a heart that forgot how to beat. The room dimmed around the edges as his voice echoed, again and again.Drystan watched her, moving the white panties to his nose. His gaze never left her face, even as he closed his eyes for a second, breathing her in like she was a lifeline he couldn’t leave behind.Rosealba’s head rolled forward, eyes glimmering with something untold. A blend of confusion and an ache so quiet, it screamed.“Why?” She finally found a voice, stuttering.Her heart was racing now, trembling with emotions she hadn’t sorted. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her like they could hold her together.Drystan let out a sof
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Chapter 150.The office fell silent— but only for breath. Then the soft sound of melting skin, wet and desperate filled the room. Her soft moan getting swallowed by Drystan's growl. “Auuuu… Sunshine. You are so tight.”Rosealba’s lips trembled, her thighs parted slightly to take him. “They are going to catch us, Drystan… be.. be gentle.” “Gentle?” A soft scoff tore past his lips. He moved a finger to her hair and tugged a strand away. “You think I care about who walks in?” He asked in his deep baritone voice, hissing into her ear. Rosealba shuddered at the gentle impact.“We will get caught.” Rosealba moaned in a heavy breath, panicking and trembling.His hand moved to the back of her hair and took a large grip of it, yanking it backward.“Goodness…” Rosealba gasped as pain and pleasure slit through her scalp. “That's it..” Drystan grunted, thrusting slowly. “Let them come.” He growled, keeping the same pace. “Let them come and see who you are. Who you really belong to.”Rosea
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Chapter 151. Drystan shifted, slow, deliberate—then he laid her down on the couch, not pulling out of her warmth for even a second. His hand cradled her chin. “You are so sweet, Sunshine. So sweet.”Rosealba’s body trembled under him, already wrecked, already dripping, and yet—so ready. So desperate. So his. “Look at me,” Drystan whispered, forehead pressed against hers, breath heavy and uneven. “I want to see your face when I fuck you full sunshine. Because three days without you are to me like hell and I am wondering how to live through it. Okay?Rosealba’s head fell into a nod, not completely before he started moving. Slow. Deep. Dragging. “Ohhh…” Rosealba gasped at every inch.Soft, shaky moans caught in her lips like a prayer. She tried to breathe, to stay quiet, but she couldn't. Not with the way he was filling her up. Not with the way he stayed so close. Every thrust drew her closer to his mind, body, and soul. Drystan’s jaws clamped, pleasure seeping into him. It’s been
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Chapter 151. The room was dark—eerily darker than usual. Rosealba tossed restlessly against the bed, groaning softly in her sleep. Her head spun, pulsing with something she could only describe as a deep headache.She moved a hand to her head, her palm gently caressing her temple in a faint attempt to ease the pain.It was then that she felt it—the presence of someone, the weight of piercing eyes heavy on her body. Her brows knitted in sudden fury. Drystan… Drystan… The name rang in her head, but she knew deep down it wasn’t him.Her heart raced, the sensation of being watched was too real, too intense. Immediately, her eyes sprang open, only to meet a pair of perfect, familiar eyes staring right back at her.Rosealba hurriedly sat upright, her breath uneven, the shock of awakening suddenly rushing through her like ice-cold water.“Hazel,” she called her voice still thick with sleep, brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the sudden intrusion.“My lady,” Hazel said, her tone sof
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Chapter 152.The gates creaked open.Drystan’s black Maserati pulled into the secluded Sicily villa — a home away from home, but it felt nothing like one because his woman. The light that brightened his part was not so close to him. The car door shoved open with a sharp pull by a guard on stand-by. Drystan brought a leg down stepping out into the thick, humid evening. His shirt clung to his body, half unbuttoned from the hours of drive. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.Rocco who was already waiting at the entrance hurriedly stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully.“My lord.”Drystan didn’t spare him a glance.“Prepare the car. I want to be out of here in twenty.”“Yes, my lord,” Rocco answered instantly.He stepped ahead and pushed open the heavy door for Drystan, standing aside.Drystan entered, each step heavy, his mind elsewhere.Rome.Rosealba.The image of her face clogged his mind. Her grip against his body, her body curling into his side at night.He should be in bed wi
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Chapter 153. The engine growled low as Drystan drove alone through the winding path that led to the estate. His hands gripped the steering wheel, the weight of old memories pressing against his chest with every mile. Back then, when the weight of expectation and unspoken words were becoming heavy, he would run here to meet his uncle. Stay there days without saying a word to anyone about what exactly was up. Then over time, he realized his father had reason for putting all of that weight on him. The mansion came into view, sitting in the cradle of misty trees, cloaked in the kind of silence that made the past feel alive again. Drystan slowed the car, his sharp eyes sweeping the grounds. The fountains were still running. The garden is still meticulously trimmed. It all looked the same, yet somehow different. Nostalgia rolled over him in a quiet, heavy wave. His uncle made great choice of running off to come stay here in Sicily, but he? He was born Rome. In fact the Italian Mafia
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Chapter 160.Rosealba’s breath hitched and she obeyed, sliding her fingers back into her warm trembling heat. “Oh… god.” she cries softly, lips partying. Drystan’s made lose of his zippers, his cock bouncing forward. Hard and erect. His head tipped backward.“That's it. That's it, Sunshine.”His voice came out strangled, now wrecked by her moans and the way his fingers moved up and down his cock. “You like being overstimulated, don't you? You like it when it starts to ache. You love being ruined for me. By me?”Rosealba’s eyes rolled backward, her fingers rubbing gently on her clit. “Yes.” She gasped, voice turning breathless. “Its too much—but I — I love it— I need it—”Drystan’s muscles pinched, his hand moving faster against his cock. “Fuck! You are going to make me cum, Sunshine. “Argh!!!” he snarled. “You sound so fucking desperate, sunshine. Like you’d let me fuck you through tears if I was there.” She bit on her lower lips, nodding her head as though he could see her. “I
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Chapter 159. Rosealba sat on the bed, draped in Drystan’s white t-shirt, a symbol of how badly she had missed him. Her hands clutched onto the phone, nails curling tightly around the edge. She glared at the piece of paper on her left hand, jaws clamping at the thought of what tomorrow would be like if she didn't go to see Lowel. Her chest tightened, curiosity swelling at the core of her heart. What if she didn't go? Would Lowel show up on her wedding day to cause a scene? Her heart tightened, anger raging through her veins. After every freaking thing he had done, he still had the guts to show his freaking face to her? Her jaws tightened, veins twitching along her fingers. Dispeakable! She spat, squeezing the paper against her grip. The sudden beep of her phone thrummed through the air and Rosealba blinked, jolting out of her trance. Her muscles tightened, her head tilting to the side of her bed. The moment her eyes met with the face on her screen, her chest loosened and all
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Chapter 158.Sicily, midnight.The moon sat low, a pale white coin above the hills of Sicily. The air was thick with the scent of sea salt and silence. Somewhere beyond the rusted gates of the villa, crickets chirped like a warning.A black convoy rolled through the dirt path, headlights slicing through the mist. The first car halted at the grand iron gates. It didn’t honk. It didn’t wait.It simply paused.And from the backseat, he stepped out.Drystan.Tall. Composed. Death dressed in black.His long coat moved with the wind, the leather brushing against his thighs like a second skin. His gloves were still stained from the earlier kill, but he hadn’t bothered to wipe them. The blood had dried, dark like his silence.The night seemed to bow to him. Even the wind went still.The guards at the gate shifted. One reached for his gun.Drystan didn’t blink.He raised his eyes slowly, gaze flat, cold, and distant. That was all it took. The guard’s hand dropped. His fingers trembled. He buzz
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Chapter 157. The celebration was going smoothly.Rosealba and Emilia ate happily, both discussing work. This was supposed to be a moment away from work, but somehow they found themselves drifting back into it, talking about the beauty of it as though it were stitched into their souls.“You know… when I just started working in this firm, I used to be quite uptight. Because my mum said the key to a successful human is observation.” Emilia dug her fork into her food and laughed heartily while tearing a piece apart.She was the complete opposite of Rosealba. Loud. Cheerful. A force that commanded the room without even trying. But for some reason, Rosealba loved her vibe a little more than she had ever thought she would. It was chaotic, yet oddly comforting.“I was not a person to observe…” Emilia continued, shoving a forkful of pasta into her mouth, darting her tongue out to lick the fragment that tugged low beside her lips, careless and free.Rosealba ate quietly. Observing. She wasn’t
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Chapter 156.Rosealba and Emilia arrived at the restaurant.The moment they stepped in, Rosealba shimmered under the dim glow of the restaurant, her blond hair cascading down her back in a loose wave. Soft golden hues from low-hanging chandeliers kissed her skin, making her look like something ethereal — delicate and radiant. The restaurant bathed in a decadent mystery; its walls were painted in a rich, shadowy black that gave off an aura of secrecy and intimacy, like the world outside had vanished the moment they walked in.Her eyes wandered around the dark wall of the all-black restaurant, and the image immediately rang a bell, reminding her of that other black-themed restaurant where she last went on a date with Drystan. The day he proposed to her.Her heart clamped. Not in pain. But in the slight ache of missing the one dearest to your heart. A hollow tenderness thudded against her chest, slow and aching.They moved closer to the black chairs wrapped in opulence, upholstered in lu
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Chapter 155.Rosealba stepped into the company, eyes heavy on her.She didn’t need to question their gaze. Her man had barged in here yesterday. Fucked her to oblivion and even in her subconscious she knew he had carried her out from here in bridal style. That was enough to cause a scandal in a place she had barely only started working in, for two months.The shame of it weighed like a stone against her chest. Every step felt heavier than the last, her heels clicking against the marble floor while the silent whispers burned into her skin.Her head spun as she walked up to the elevator amidst their burning gaze. This headache had been persistent and it didn’t come from lack of sleep. They came from waking up to an empty bed, and of course, Zero warmth. Just a day into this journey of ‘No Drystan around.’ and she was already losing her mind.Her chest tightened at the thought. Was it normal to miss someone so much it hurt to breathe?The elevator door opened and swallowed her whole.A s
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Chapter 153. The engine growled low as Drystan drove alone through the winding path that led to the estate. His hands gripped the steering wheel, the weight of old memories pressing against his chest with every mile. Back then, when the weight of expectation and unspoken words were becoming heavy, he would run here to meet his uncle. Stay there days without saying a word to anyone about what exactly was up. Then over time, he realized his father had reason for putting all of that weight on him. The mansion came into view, sitting in the cradle of misty trees, cloaked in the kind of silence that made the past feel alive again. Drystan slowed the car, his sharp eyes sweeping the grounds. The fountains were still running. The garden is still meticulously trimmed. It all looked the same, yet somehow different. Nostalgia rolled over him in a quiet, heavy wave. His uncle made great choice of running off to come stay here in Sicily, but he? He was born Rome. In fact the Italian Mafia
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Chapter 152.The gates creaked open.Drystan’s black Maserati pulled into the secluded Sicily villa — a home away from home, but it felt nothing like one because his woman. The light that brightened his part was not so close to him. The car door shoved open with a sharp pull by a guard on stand-by. Drystan brought a leg down stepping out into the thick, humid evening. His shirt clung to his body, half unbuttoned from the hours of drive. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.Rocco who was already waiting at the entrance hurriedly stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully.“My lord.”Drystan didn’t spare him a glance.“Prepare the car. I want to be out of here in twenty.”“Yes, my lord,” Rocco answered instantly.He stepped ahead and pushed open the heavy door for Drystan, standing aside.Drystan entered, each step heavy, his mind elsewhere.Rome.Rosealba.The image of her face clogged his mind. Her grip against his body, her body curling into his side at night.He should be in bed wi
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Chapter 151. The room was dark—eerily darker than usual. Rosealba tossed restlessly against the bed, groaning softly in her sleep. Her head spun, pulsing with something she could only describe as a deep headache.She moved a hand to her head, her palm gently caressing her temple in a faint attempt to ease the pain.It was then that she felt it—the presence of someone, the weight of piercing eyes heavy on her body. Her brows knitted in sudden fury. Drystan… Drystan… The name rang in her head, but she knew deep down it wasn’t him.Her heart raced, the sensation of being watched was too real, too intense. Immediately, her eyes sprang open, only to meet a pair of perfect, familiar eyes staring right back at her.Rosealba hurriedly sat upright, her breath uneven, the shock of awakening suddenly rushing through her like ice-cold water.“Hazel,” she called her voice still thick with sleep, brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the sudden intrusion.“My lady,” Hazel said, her tone sof
