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2026-04-30 13:54:47
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I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband I didn’t know this man
IreneThe silence of the West Wing was different from the rest of the penthouse.The kind of silence that felt engineered instead of natural. Like the inside of an expensive watch, intricate gears spinning beneath polished steel, every movement precise enough to make my own heartbeat feel clumsy and intrusive.Even the air felt pressurized here.But this room smelled like him.Dark wood. Cool rain. Clean linen.And beneath it all, that sharp trace of antiseptic that clung to Romeo like a second skin.It hit me so suddenly my chest tightened.Because somewhere along the line, I had started associating that scent with safety. Which was probably the most psychologically concerning thing about me.Romeo wasn’t by the windows. Wasn’t at the balcony. Wasn’t anywhere.And yet somehow, the entire room still felt occupied by him. Like his presence had soaked permanently into the walls.I moved farther inside carefully. Then my eyes landed on the desk.And for the first time since meeting Romeo
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RomeoThe Porsche’s cabin was a masterpiece of engineered silence.No vibration. No engine growl. No city noise bleeding through the reinforced glass. Just the low ambient hum of a machine so expensive it could imitate peace.I stared at the illuminated screen of my phone for a long, motionless moment after the message sent.Sleep well, Irene.The dashboard glow reflected faintly against the window beside me, catching the sharp edge of my own expression. By every logical metric, I should have been reviewing surgical charts inside Saint Romano Hospital or enduring another insufferable gala with the hospital board.Instead, I was parked illegally in a narrow alleyway behind the media district, functioning as a highly lethal security system for an overworked administrative assistant with chronic insomnia and terrible taste in instant coffee.I locked the phone.The screen went black.I slipped it carefully into the inner pocket of my suit jacket.My pulse remained perfectly steady. Sixty
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RomeoMarcello physically jolted in his chair. The leather squealed violently as he spun around. “Who the hell are—”The words died instantly in his throat. Recognition hit him all at once.His face drained from flushed red to corpse gray in less than a heartbeat.“Dr. Galante.” He stammered, scrambling awkwardly to his feet. A stack of folders crashed onto the floor beside him. “I… I didn’t realize we had an appointment.”“We don’t.”I walked toward the desk slowly. My attention remained fixed on the photograph displayed across his monitor.“It’s a very clear image.” I murmured. “Though I fundamentally oppose your publication’s complete lack of journalistic ethics, I must admit your freelancer possesses excellent compositional instincts.”Marcello lifted both hands carefully in a placating gesture.“Dr. Galante, listen, the press has a legal right to document public figures. You parked a supercar in a loading zone in broad daylight. It’s public property. We haven’t even identified th
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RomeoThe Porsche’s cabin was a masterpiece of engineered silence.No vibration. No engine growl. No city noise bleeding through the reinforced glass. Just the low ambient hum of a machine so expensive it could imitate peace.I stared at the illuminated screen of my phone for a long, motionless moment after the message sent.Sleep well, Irene.The dashboard glow reflected faintly against the window beside me, catching the sharp edge of my own expression. By every logical metric, I should have been reviewing surgical charts inside Saint Romano Hospital or enduring another insufferable gala with the hospital board.Instead, I was parked illegally in a narrow alleyway behind the media district, functioning as a highly lethal security system for an overworked administrative assistant with chronic insomnia and terrible taste in instant coffee.I locked the phone.The screen went black.I slipped it carefully into the inner pocket of my suit jacket.My pulse remained perfectly steady. Sixty
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Alive
IreneI leaned back against the pillows, forcing myself into complete nonchalance.“The Metro was down this morning,” I explained. “Barnaby dragged an entire garbage bag across the staircase again, I was late for work, and Romeo happened to be leaving the building.”“You are telling me Romeo Galante gave you a ride to work.”I scoffed. “When you say it like that, it sounds weird.”“Because it is weird.” Alessia replied.I ignored that entirely. “Then later he happened to be nearby when Adrian decided to corner me in the lobby and demand emotional closure.”“And Romeo intervened.”“Yes.”Alessia stared at me with increasing suspicion.I forged ahead before she could interrupt. “You know how he is. Annoying. Always Inferring. Also… Deeply allergic to public incompetence.”She nodded. “That is unfortunately accurate.”“Exactly.” I said quickly. “He saw Adrian shouting in poorly tailored khakis and reacted like an apex predator protecting the ecosystem.”Alessia looked unconvinced.“So Ro
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Irene“I counted them, Les. There are exactly fourteen pillows on this bed.”I sat cross-legged in the center of the enormous mattress, tossing one of the absurdly expensive silk throw pillows into the air before catching it again. The bed was so soft it barely felt real, more like sinking into a cloud engineered specifically for wealthy people with stress disorders.Across from me, Alessia lounged against the mountain of cushions with her bare feet tucked beneath her silk dress, a bowl of half-eaten truffle risotto balanced precariously on the nightstand beside her.The second we shut the heavy oak doors to the East Suite behind us, the suffocating tension from the rest of the penthouse had finally loosened. Out there, every hallway felt cold and polished and watched. But in here, with the lights dimmed and our shoes abandoned somewhere near the door, Alessia looked less like the guarded queen of a criminal empire and more like my best friend again.Granted, she was still wrapped in
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[Only 18+ are allowed. Chapter contains mature content]Isabella’s POVHearing what he said, warm water pooled inside my eyes. He had wanted to touch my bump. Women would line up for this man. So, I thought he might find this ugly.“I thought…” I swallowed hard, tangling my fingers in his dark brow
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Isabella’s POVDante walked in. He had changed into a black tuxedo. He stepped into the room, keeping his hands inside his pockets. Spotting me, his eyes traveled from the hem of my dress, over my pregnancy bump, and stopped at my face."Is it... too much?" I asked. I was suddenly feeling self-con
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Isabella’s POVThe moment my lips touched his, the world disappeared around me.Dante froze for a moment. He looked at me like he had seen a ghost.I stepped back, regretting. Maybe, I made a terrible mistake. I mistaken the darkness in his eyes and pushed a man who didn't want to be pushed.Then,
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Mateo’s POVI didn't even think. I climbed over the railing, sliding and falling down the steep hill. Rocks cut me. My suit was torn. There was blood on my hands. But I did not feel pain.By the time, I reached the bottom, the car was all on fire. The air around it smelled of gas and burning leathe
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