Chapter 139. Rosealba walked into the office, dressed in a pristine white coat. Her black pants rustled silently at every step she took, eyes drinking her in with admiration. “Miss Rosealba.” A lady waved before Rosealba could think of greating. A small smile crept against her cheeks. He returned the gesture with a polite smile, striding past the hallway. A lady’s eyes lingered longer and Rosealba shifted on her step, reminding herself that her man had prepared her the best outfit, of course, it would get people talking. “You look exquisite…” The lady commended as she got closer to Rosealba, throwing a peck at her.Rosealba’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you...” she murmured, increasing the pace of her steps. She would do anything. Anything as long as it got her to her office in a minute, away from the prying eyes of these adorable figures. The moment she stepped into her office, a soft sigh escaped her lips, her palm resting lightly on her chest.She walked closer to her already arran
Chapter 140. Drystan pulled up in a space so familiar that Rosealba recognized it immediately.He stepped out of the car and immediately headed to the other door, pulling it open for Rosealba to step out.She stared up at him, eyes flickering with questions.“Why… why are we here?” she asked, her voice shaky.Drystan took her hand with a smile, helping her out of the car.“We’re here because we need to.”Rosealba blinked, letting him help her up.Her eyes lingered on the space—the space where her flower store once stood tall. The only solace she had earned with so much hard work.A feeling of nostalgia struck her nerves, and she glared at the space, her lashes blinking as she fought back the overwhelming tears.Drystan’s thumb stroked the back of her palm gently, watching the side of her face as she struggled to contain her emotions.Her fingers twitched, her heart clamping against her chest.The last time she had visited this place was a few days before their journey to Florence. Wh
Chapter 141. Rocco walked into the dimly lit room, his steps slow and measured as he approached Drystan, who sat directly beneath the low-hanging chandelier. Shadows flickered across Drystan’s face, carving his features into something far more menacing in the dim light.“My lord,” Rocco said as he bowed deeply, his voice trembling with the weight of caution as his steps drew to a halt.Drystan’s cold gaze flickered upward, locking on Rocco’s still-bowed head with razor-sharp intensity.“Rise,” he commanded, his voice low, smooth, and lethal like a dagger wrapped in velvet.Rocco obeyed instantly, straightening his posture with rigid discipline.“My lord,” he continued, swallowing hard. “The drug deal has been finalized. Your signature is all that remains.”Silence pressed down on the room, thick and unnerving. The only sound that dared to rise was the soft, steady drumming of Drystan’s fingers against the long mahogany table. His eyes remained locked on the far edge of the table, unb
Chapter 142.“Dickhead!” Rosealba groaned, slamming her bag against Drystan’s chest.A soft chuckle tore past his chest and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer to himself by the waist.“Your favorite dickhead…” He winked. “Right?”Rosealba rolled her eyes at him, feigning anger.“You look cute when you make faces like that, Sunshine.”“Like what?”“Like you taking my cock and not getting enough.”Her nose scrunched and she feigned a disgusting expression, pulling away from him. “Ewee, Drystan. This is a company.”“I never said it’s a house.”“You are not allowed to speak dirty around these premises! Understood?”Drystan’s lips curled into a low smirk. His arms curled possessively around her and he dragged her closer to himself again. “But we are allowed to moan here, yeah? ‘Cause you will be taking my cock right here, at these premises.”Rosealba’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him.“You are crazy, Drystan.”“I know.” He winked, sparing her a shrug.“That’s what you get
Chapter 143. “Ahhhh!” Rosealba moaned—cracking the silence in the car. Her scream, was sharp, high, and desperate as she arched into him. Her eyes glistened, raw and unfiltered as he began to move himself between her thighs, stroking her cunt with each gentle pass. “Fuck!!!” Rosealba whimpered, fingers digging into his arms as she struggled to breathe through the overwhelming stretch of pleasure. A low grin curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips as she trembled beneath him. His jaws clenched and his muscles trembled from how tight and warm she felt around him. A groan rattled deep down in his chest as he pressed his forehead against hers voice barely hanging into control. “You feel so… so good.” He mumbled, licking gently on his lower lips. Rosealba's walls throbbed at the compliment, pleasure coiling low against her belly. Drystan drew back slowly, his both palms holding her cheeks as he stared deep into her eyes then slid back slowly, letting her feel ev
Chapter 144. The all-glass door to the restaurant opened, and Drystan stretched a hand forward with a polite smile.“Ladies first,” he murmured, voice smooth like velvet over steel.Rosealba’s cheeks stretched into a gentle smile, her lashes lowering for a beat as she took a step forward, gliding into the restaurant with a grace that made his chest tighten. She didn’t even try—she just was. Perfect. Elegant. For him only. The moment Rosealba stepped inside, the aroma of freshly made meals hit her first—rich and smoky, like aged wine and slow-cooked spices tangled in the air. Her breath caught slightly at the indulgent scent. It was warm, decadent, and just a little sinful. Like temptation laid bare in the form of food.Her heels clicked softly against the matte black tiles as her eyes adjusted to the low lighting. Everything was bathed in shadows and the dim, amber glow of chandelier light, wrapping around her like a secret.Her gaze swept across the dark walls, the deep mahogany wo
Chapter 145.Somewhere far away, hidden in the shadows of a nearby rooftop, a figure stood still, watching them through the soft glow of the restaurant window.Lowel.His lips curled into a quiet, bitter smile as he took a slow drag from the cigarette between his fingers.“Rosealba. Rosealba…” he whispered, the name curling off his tongue like a curse.“You’ll get married. Of course,” he said, chuckling darkly.But then, his smile vanished and the light in his eyes turned to fire.“But that would be over my dead body,” he growled under his breath. “Because if I can’t have you… then no one in the world will. Not under my watch.”*******Rosealba sat on the chair with squinted shoulders. Her eyes lingered on the food that laid out on the tray. Staring back at her.She sucked in some breath, inhaling the aroma of the well-cooked Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe. A handmade pasta with Pecorino Romano and black pepper. Creamy and simply magical.Drystan gripped the cutleries from the stand.“Here,”
Chapter 146.Rosealba glared at Drystan, her curiosity sharpening into a sneer in her eyes.She moved her hand to his, fingers wrapping around the hard muscles of his palm.“You could tell me anything.” She whispered, her voice soft but insistent, pulling him closer to the truth.Drystan held her gaze, a fire flickering in her eyes, the calmness of her tone unsettling him.Her words reverberated in his mind, urging him to take that step. But what if he did? What if, the moment he spoke, the spark in her eyes flickered out? What if the love she held for him turned to hatred, disgust even, at his audacity? No. He couldn’t say it. Not now.Rosealba raised a brow, urging him forward, but he shut down the thought instantly. No. Not tonight. Not yet. He would tell her. But it had to be when the time was right.A smile tugged at his lips—gentle, yet it couldn’t quite hide the misery lurking just beneath.“I… I was going to give you something.” He stuttered, forcing the words out, reminding h
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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