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Dimly lit devastation

Author: Ilma
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 16:00:02

Isabella’s POV

Viktor spun around fast with his rifle raised and leveled directly at my chest before I could even take another breath.

But the moment his ice-cold eyes focused in the dim light and registered my face, he completely froze. He lowered the weapon instantly and blinked.

Viktor was covered in a horrifying amount of blood, ash, and dirt, but as I closed the distance between us, a relief washed over me.

He was completely uninjured.

"Mrs. Galante?" Viktor breathed, stepping over the
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    RomeoMy medical training gave me the tools to diagnose a thousand different traumas in a matter of seconds. I could look at a monitor and instantly understand the exact failing mechanism of a human heart.But standing in my brother's estate, Irene's words failed every logical defense I possessed.Stand-in for your memories.It felt as though she had reached into my chest and stopped my pulse. "Irene…” I searched her eyes, looking for the lie. But all I saw was a raw, devastating honesty. "Who exactly do you think I am looking for?"She shook her head quickly, her gaze dropping to the knot of my tie. She was shutting down, pulling the walls right back up to protect herself."It doesn't matter." She whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest. "It's just how I feel.""Feelings are symptoms, Firecracker.” I said softly, lowering my head to try and catch her eye. "They have a root cause. Something happened. Something gave you this idea. Tell me the cause.""No." She planted h

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Like I am something

    IreneI stared at the empty doorway where Romeo had just been standing for a long moment before I turned to my best friend."I cannot believe you." I hissed.She was blissfully chewing on a sour plum, looking like the picture of innocence. "What?”“Why would you tell him about Adrian?”She narrowed her gaze. “I am helping! Romeo and you are close. You could ask him for help.”"You didn’t have to tell him." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Now he thinks... God knows what he thinks. He is already arrogant enough to fill this entire estate.”"He is a doctor, Ire. He hears people’s problems all day. Besides…" Alessia shrugged. "he seemed genuinely interested. I have never seen him look that... entertained.""Entertained is exactly the word." I muttered.I stayed for another twenty minutes, mostly to let my heart rate return to a survivable level and to make sure the coast was clear. I talked Alessia through a few more pregnancy cravings and promised to come back on Sunday but my

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Nail in coffin

    Irene"Good evening to you too, Irene."Hearing Romeo’s voice, my foot, which had been suspended in the air mid-retreat, dropped onto the hardwood floor. My blood ran completely cold, and for a terrifying second, I genuinely considered dropping the bag of sour plum candies and runnibg for the front gates of the estate.He wasn't supposed to be here.Alessia had not told me about him visiting her today. That’s the only reason I was here."Irene!" Alessia chirped happily from the sofa, completely oblivious to the fact that I was currently experiencing a minor cardiac event. "You found them!"I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. Then I took a deep breath and forced my facial muscles into what I hoped looked like a friendly smile."I did." I stepped into the living room as if I hadn't just been caught trying to ghost my way out of it. "You owe me big time."I walked over to the coffee table and kept my gaze locked entirely on my best friend. I refused to look to my right. I refused to a

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Hilariously pathetic

    RomeoFor seven straight days, I existed purely as Dr. Romeo.The human body is a machine and as an obstetrician and gynecologist, my entire life revolves around managing the most chaotic, and unpredictable process that machine can endure. When I stepped into my clinic, I threw myself entirely into the demanding world of medicine.I didn’t allow myself to breathe without working for a week. On Tuesday, I performed an emergency C-section on a high-risk patient whose blood pressure had dangerously spiked.On Wednesday, I spent three hours calming down an expectant mother who had convinced herself through internet research that her baby was growing backward.On Thursday, I caught a healthy, screaming baby girl, all while physically holding up the fainting father by his shirt collar so he didn't crack his head on the delivery room floor.On Friday, back-to-back consultations, ultrasounds, and checking fetal heart rates until the numbers blurred together.I kept my hands busy and my mind

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   A puzzle

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Far from gone

    Irene Every instinct in my body screamed to smack his hand away.Beneath my tired exterior, I was burning with frustration and rage. I hated his soft tone. I hated the implication that I was a broken little bird that needed his arms to survive. I wanted to scream at him to get out of my apartment and never come back.But the explosion died in my throat for two very specific reasons. The guilt. It had always been a reason. Adrian had been there when my life was falling apart. He had paid my rent when I was a struggling student. He had held my hand through my worst panic attacks.And then Romeo.He was standing less than ten feet away, listening to every single pathetic word.He was a chaotic, destructive force that I couldn't control. He was messing with my head, invading my home and demanding answers I was entirely too humiliated to give him.It had to stop. The addictive pull I felt toward Dante Galante's arrogant brother needed to be severed before it completely destroyed me. And

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   32 Files Found

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Another man.. I need to forget

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Most beautiful thing

    [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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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The Galante Estate

    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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