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At a safe distance

Author: Ilma
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 21:23:11

Dante’s POV

Through the glass, I watched Irene gently stroke Isabella’s hair until her breathing finally evened out. I watched my wife slowly relax into the mattress.

“He is just a bodyguard.” The words echoed in my mind.

She believed I was a hired gun. She believed the monster who had abused her, the man who had left physical and mental scars I had spent years kissing away, was a good man waiting for her at the altar. She was twenty-one again, trapped in the darkest chapter of her life, compl
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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   A little message

    Hello, dear readers of IFMDTDMH. It’s your author here.I hope you are enjoying the book. We have already come so far of this journey from Isabella escaping Mateo, faking her death (would not recommend in real life), finding Dante, getting blessed with Elara, destroying the monsters of her past to here. This story is very close to my heart. I am trying my best to not to leave any flaws but I am human. So yes, mistakes happen. (And sometimes my characters refuse to behave, which is clearly not my fault.) I apologize.We have a few things to solve before her story concludes. A few more answers, a little more chaos and maybe a little emotional damage (I apologize in advance). I hope you will stay with me till the very end.And if you have any questions, puzzles or emotional damage you would like to report, let me know here in the comment section. I am always watching… I mean, reading.For other inquiries, find me on Insta author_ilma or my fb page Author I.R.

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Flash

    Isabella’s POVRomeo gently turned me away from the sunlit lounge, away from the giant liar and away from the brunette who had just claimed to be his wife.My vision was completely blurred with hot, angry tears. Every single step felt like walking through wet cement. My chest was entirely consumed by a crushing, humiliating grief that I had no right to feel.I was Isabella Santiago. I belonged to Mateo.So why did leaving this room feel like I was leaving my entire world behind?"It’s alright, Isabella." Romeo murmured softly. "Walk slowly and carefully. We are going straight back to bed. I am going to get your vitals checked and…""Mama!"The single word that rose from behind froze my entire body.It wasn't a doctor's voice. It wasn't Irene's. It was a incredibly sweet, and overwhelmingly joyful shout of a little girl.My bare feet stopped moving, and my grip on the IV pole tightened.I heard Romeo curse under his breath, his arm tightening around me as he tried to keep me moving for

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Manipulative monster

    Dante’s POVHearing Chiara’s words, my blood ran completely cold. I turned my head around to stare at my sister-in-law. I had no idea if I had heard it right.Chiara held her chin high. Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides. She wouldn't look at me. Her dark eyes were locked entirely on my actual wife, feeding her a lie so poisonous, so utterly destructive, that it took every ounce of my restraint not to shatter the room with a roar.Why was she doing this? Was this her twisted, panicked way of protecting Isabella’s fragile brain? Giving her a neat, tidy explanation for the embrace so Isabella wouldn't try to dig for the missing eight years? Or was it something darker… a desperate manifestation of whatever the hell had just happened when she fell against my chest?It didn't matter. I wasn't going to let her break my wife's heart."Chiara." I growled, warning her. "Do not do this. Stop talking right now."I turned back to Isabella, lifting my hands in a desperate, pleading g

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Yes…

    Isabella’s POVI gripped the cold metal of the IV pole so tightly my fingers cramped, but it was the only thing keeping my knees from completely buckling.My chest felt painfully tight, as if invisible claws were wrapping around my ribs, slowly suffocating me.I stared at the giant man standing in the center of the room. The man who had spent the last few days standing like a stone in the darkest corner of my bedroom. The man who had wrapped his arms around me when my brain felt like it was tearing itself apart, whispering that I was safe. The man who had looked me dead in the eyes and sworn he worshipped the ground his missing wife walked on.Yet here he was.The same hands I had clung to during my panic attack were wrapped around the waist of a beautiful brunette. He was holding her against his chest, absorbing her weight effortlessly. And she looked completely captivated. Her fingers were curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt. Her cheeks were painted with a deep flush as sh

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The fall

    Dante’s POVThree days had passed since Isabella’s mind had nearly torn itself apart trying to bridge the eight-year gap in her memory.Three agonizing, suffocating days.Under Romeo's strict orders, we had kept her environment completely stress-free. No more questions. No more puzzles.I had gone back to playing the shadow, playing the distant bodyguard whenever I was in her room, speaking only when spoken to. It was a torture unlike any other to be mere feet away from the woman I loved more than oxygen, and be entirely unable to touch her. To keep myself from losing my mind, I spent the afternoons in the private, sunlit lounge at the end of the south wing, watching the only other things that kept my heart beating."No, Zia Chiara! The blue pillow goes on the very top! It's the roof!" Elara’s bright giggle echoed off the high ceilings of the lounge.I sat in a leather armchair in the corner of the room with a cup of cold, black coffee resting on my knee. I was currently watching my

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Real thing

    Isabella’s POVThe pain felt as if my brain were physically tearing itself apart, desperately trying to bridge a gap I couldn't even see.I curled in on myself, gasping for air that wouldn't come, pressing my hands against my temples to keep my head from shattering. The high-pitched beeping added to the nightmare of noise in my head.Then, suddenly, the world went silent.Dante who had stood like a stone wall in the corner completely encircled me.His arms wrapped around my shaking shoulders, effortlessly lifting my collapsing body and pulling me closely against his chest. One of his large hands cradled the back of my head, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, while his other arm banded around my waist.I should have fought him. I should have shoved him away, terrified of this lethal stranger touching me so intimately.But I didn't.The moment my cheek hit his solid chest, every single muscle in my body recognized him. My mind was screaming that he was a bodyguard, a hired

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The threat

    Isabella’s POV“What's wrong?” Serena said with concern as she stepped closer, reaching for my arm. "You are shaking. Is it the baby?"I jerked back. "No.. I… I am not feeling well." I stammered, my voice barely recognizable. "I feel... Like I will faint.""I’ll call Romeo." Serena said, turning to

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Transactional

    Isabella’s POV My heart skipped. I knew that voice. Dante’s hand moved toward the small of his back. Romeo, on the other hand, looked toward the door with an amused grin. "Ah, that must be the firecracker I was going to inform you about just now." The double doors were shoved open. Two of Dante

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Was I a test?

    Isabella’s POV After taking shower, I wore one of the few clean dresses I owned. It was a simple dark green wrap dress. Exactly at 8:00 PM, a knock sounded at the door. It was an older woman in maid uniform. She came in and smiled. "Signorina Moretti? I am Maria. Dinner is served in the forma

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The devil’s offer

    Isabella’s POV I could feel his gaze on my pale skin, the dark circles under my eyes, and the way my hands were still shaking near my midsection. I tried to summon my pride. I tried to stand tall, but my legs felt like water. "What are you doing here, Signore Galante? Did you drive two hours to

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
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