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10- Tension in the Mansion
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His Little Ruin 10- Tension in the Mansion
“She’s not my girl. She’s…uhmm. Just a long-time best friend,” he muttered before he walked away and left her bewildered. Best friend? Was that really what he thought of her? No, it couldn’t be. “But that’s what he just said,” Milan reminded herself, her mind unconsciously trying to reconcile his words. After a long silence during which Mrs. Luigi simply smiled and nodded while giving Milan an assessing look, she finally spoke, her tone carrying a note of approval. “It’s a good thing you’re not involved with a man like Vito.” “Why would that be a good thing?” Milan asked softly. Mrs. Luigi exhaled deeply, the weight of her sigh filling the room before she caught herself and smiled again, her expression shifting into a cheerful grin. “I would like to match you with my Mateo. He is good-looking, tall, has a reasonable job, and will take care of you.” “You can go home now, Mrs. Luigi.” Vito’s cold voice cut through the quiet of the living room from wherever he was, and Milan fel
His Little Ruin 9- Entering the Salvatore’s Estate
The silence in the car was unnerving, thick, and almost suffocating.Vito had not said a single word since they left Angels Den, the place Milan now realized was both a nightclub and a secret mafia hideout. The room she had been in earlier was one of its lairs, deep underground and inaccessible to anyone outside their gang.“Anyone I don't like here cannot be here,” Vito’s earlier words replayed in her mind, and she could finally understand why.She glanced at him behind the wheel, and a wave of déjà vu washed over her. Same ambiance and position, but several years ago. Back then, Vito was taking her to their estate after she was severely bullied by one of the infamous bullies in ICS. Alessandro. I heard Alessandro admitted to Vito that he liked me and Vito made him follow me everywhere, just so Alessandro wouldn’t dare to confess his feelings to me. I didn't understand his logic and I didn't appreciate it. I had been infuriated, stressed, and ticked off that Alessandro kept on tag
His Little Ruin 8- Stubborn Decisions
Milan’s eyes flashed with shock as Vito admitted, “My uncle, Luca. Four years ago. He backstabbed me.”She looked dumbfounded, trying to process the weight of his words. It was unnerving to think that the man who had taught him to kill had been the first person he ended up killing himself.“Lu… Luca? What did he do?” she asked, covering her mouth with her hand as astonishment swam in her brown-golden eyes.Vito’s jaw tightened. The memory was dark, unthinkable, but he simply shrugged. “You don’t have to know everything,” he said quietly. Milan seemed to understand. She didn't pressure him for answers.The momentary silence between them created an awkward tension. She looked away, fisting her hands, as if afraid to meet his eyes.“I need to go home now. Do you want to come with me?” Vito asked impulsively.Milan shook her head, letting her long hair fall over her face. “No. I would rather stay here until everything is resolved, then I’ll go back to the US.”Vito sighed, already expect
His Little Ruin 7- A Bruise Beneath the Lace
Vito approached the bed, his footsteps calm and measured. “Relax, Milo. You are safe here,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. Milan wanted to speak, to explain everything she felt, but words failed her. Instead, she just nodded slightly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to control her trembling.“You are stronger than fear, and you know it,” Vito told her quietly.Milan nodded again, the pressure of her pregnancy pressing at her mind again. A small part of her recoiled at the thought of keeping the baby. Another part, unbidden, felt a spark of cautious hope, fragile but undeniable. She did not know what she would do yet, but she knew Vito’s presence meant she would not face it alone.Milan wanted to believe that she wasn't alone but the truth kept nipping at the back of her mind. Giovanni is dead. Vito killed him. If he discovered that —she was carrying Giovanni’s child. A cold wave of panic washed over her. She could not tell him, not yet. Not when his stuff is in th
His Little Ruin 6- Caged in Silk
When Milan opened her eyes for the first time after the episode, she saw a calm, pretty woman. A doctor or a nurse, she could not tell. She noticed she had stopped shivering, but the memory of Vito witnessing her breakdown pressed against her temples, making her headache pulse stronger. “Signorina, how do you feel?” the petite woman asked gently. She had long black hair that framed her face and her doe-like eyes softened her expression as a warm smile curved her lips. Milan stiffened. “It is just momentary. I do not need a doctor,” she said, turning her head to avoid what she imagined would be a look of pity. She had survived her anxiety attacks and the distortions in her brain for a year now. A single episode would not kill her. “I know it was momentary, and you would have survived,” the doctor said. “That is not my question, signorina. How are you feeling? Any complaints?” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and Milan reluctantly turned to face her. “I am fine,” she s
His Little Ruin 5- The Lie Called Love
Mateo straightened, finally continuing. “Trailing him is possible but infertile, capo. He’s a vice police superintendent.” Vito’s dry chuckle cut through the stiff tension. “A vice superintendent of the country… is a drug dealer. What a shame.” He snatched the glass and downed it in one swift gulp. Milan’s eyes widened, and she shot him a scathing glare, but he didn’t care. Her scowl might have lingered, but then the young waiter returned with bottles of Antinori and Tommasi. Happiness flared in her chest, chasing away the lingering pressure. “Tommasi!” she exclaimed, yanking herself free from Vito’s grip as her eyes sparkled at the bottles. She moved to the seat beside him to avoid him stealing her glass again. “When did you become such a lover of wine?” Vito’s voice rang with amusement, but Milan paid it no mind. Over the past several months, she hadn’t tasted a single drop of wine. What she had taken instead were drugs—hard drugs Giovanni either forgot at home or intentio
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