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58- The Demon She Couldn’t Fully Escape.

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-21 16:55:00

Vito couldn’t sleep. 

He lay flat on his bed, one arm behind his head, his eyes fixed on the high dark ceiling above him.

But all he could see was Milan. 

The way she had looked at him. 

The way she kissed him back.

And worst of all—The certainty in her voice when she said she had forgotten him once before and could do it again.

Every time the words replayed in his mind, something inside his chest tightened painfully.

He wanted a

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  • His Little Ruin   60- Broken Chains

    Vito forced himself to stop thinking about Milan.He had already made his decision.He was letting her go.No matter how badly he wanted to hold on to her, he knew keeping her near him would only drag her deeper into violence, bloodshed, and endless retaliation.So he buried the thoughts the only way he knew how.Work.War.Planning.By the time he reached Jay’s territory in one of the semi-rural neighborhoods outside Milan, his expression had returned to its usual cold composure.Jay’s hideout sat behind an abandoned mechanic shop that no one paid attention to anymore. Rusted cars filled the front lot while armed men guarded the hidden entrance further inside.The moment Vito arrived, the atmosphere shifted.Every man stood straighter.Fear and respect moved together whenever Vito Salvatore entered a room.The discussion lasted for hours.Maps spread across tables. Security

  • His Little Ruin   59- Maybe In Another Life

    Vito’s violet eyes narrowed. He could sense the underlying fear in Vincenzo’s voice.Not fear for himself, but fear for someone else.He scrutinized him closely.Vincenzo had indeed mastered the art of concealment over the years, just like him.“I’m going to infiltrate Antonio’s estate and eliminate everyone of value to him,” Vito stated matter-of-factly.“Capo, this is a reckless move.”“It’s supposed to be. When Antonio had the guts to walk into Angel’s Den, slaughter my men, and torture Milan like that…” Rage flickered visibly across his face now. “He should’ve expected retaliation.” The fury inside him wasn’t reckless.That was what made it terrifying.This wasn’t revenge born from blind emotion.It was a duty.To Mateo.To the men who died protecting Angels Den.To the blood A

  • His Little Ruin   58- The Demon She Couldn’t Fully Escape.

    Vito couldn’t sleep.He lay flat on his bed, one arm behind his head, his eyes fixed on the high dark ceiling above him.But all he could see was Milan.The way she had looked at him.The way she kissed him back.And worst of all—The certainty in her voice when she said she had forgotten him once before and could do it again.Every time the words replayed in his mind, something inside his chest tightened painfully.He wanted a drink.He wanted her.But he couldn’t seek either out.He had promised her to stop drinking alcohol. It never helped anyway. It would only sharpen the emptiness clawing through him, and Milan… Milan had already made her choice clear.For the first time in his entire life, he felt completely out of control, and he hated it.How could he, the Godfather, not have the woman he wanted?The thought alone bruised his ego.A voice emerged in his mind, sh

  • His Little Ruin   57- Drawing Boundaries

    “I tried to stay away from you,” Milan continued weakly. “I tried so hard after Giovanni died. After everything fell apart. But every time you touched me—” She broke down again. “And then Mateo died too.”The room fell silent except for her crying.Vito rested his forehead lightly against hers, his voice rough with restrained emotion.“I have nothing to do with Mateo’s death.”“I know.”Milan’s tears soaked into his shirt as she whispered the thought that had been haunting her most.“Sometimes I think God is punishing us for killing Giovanni.”Vito’s hand moved slowly through her long hair.“No,” he told her firmly. “If there’s punishment here… it should fall on me alone.”But Milan shook her head instantly.“That’s the problem,” she whispered. “Even now, I still can’t hate you the way I should.”“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “For everything.”His hand mov

  • His Little Ruin   56- Confession

    Vito stood in the hallway, his back against the cold wall as his memory drifted backward. To the days after Luca’s death.Back then, shock and bloodshed had consumed his life completely. The moment he killed his uncle and stepped into the role of future Godfather, his world became survival, power, and war. His mind began discarding everything it deemed unnecessary. He forgot faces, memories, and feelings—even Milan. The realization terrified him more than any enemy ever had.He remembered waking one morning and struggling to picture her face clearly.Remembering the sound of her laughter but not the exact curve of her smile. It had angered him in a way nothing else could.So he clung to what he could.Her old Blackberry password.A stupid six digits number she once accused him of memorizing because he was “annoyingly obsessed with invading her privacy.”He changed his home password to it because

  • His Little Ruin   55- The Godfather’s Woman

    The question settled between them like a loaded weapon.Vito wanted to answer, but she already stepped away from him and into the dimly lit entrance. Milan felt cold and frightened. “So you knew?” She asked, tears gathering in her eyes. “You’ve endured a lot today. Go upstairs and rest.” Vito said, shunning her questions. She held his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, she saw traces of the boy she once knew beneath the ruthless man standing before her now. The boy who used to pull her braids just to annoy her. The boy who fought anyone who made her cry. The boy who turned every ordinary school day into chaos and excitement. How time flies… The thought ached inside her chest. Milan nodded faintly. “Goodnight,” she said. Vito’s gaze lingered on her face. “I’ll still see you tonight.” The certainty in his voice unsettled her, but she didn’t respond.

  • His Little Ruin   15-Morning of Reckoning

    Vito woke to a soft, insistent tapping on his bedroom door. For a brief second he let himself believe it was Aurora following their morning routine. He glanced at the small clock on his bedside table and froze. It was still too early for the little girl to be up. The wine from the night before and t

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  • His Little Ruin   12- Forbidden Current

    Milan could hardly breathe. Having Vito’s powerful presence standing before her was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. His eyes looked darker than ever, smoldering with an intensity that gave her a fleeting, dangerous thought: that he wanted to kiss her.Damn it if that didn’t send heat flooding betwe

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  • His Little Ruin   16- The Night That Made Her Lose Hope

    The house felt strangely hollow that evening. Milan stood by the dressing table, slipping on a pale blue dress that fit as if it had been made for her. Every piece of clothing Vito had brought her seemed to match her size perfectly, except the shoes and watches, which were slightly large but sti

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  • His Little Ruin   21 - A Taste of Defiance

    “You need to stop drinking,” Vito finally spoke to Milan, his voice low, controlled, but with a touch of rage. “You’re hurting yourself.”She scoffed, grabbing her glass from him. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forbid me from drinking too.” Before she could take another sip, Vito reached out, t

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