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作者: Ilma
last update 公開日: 2026-04-01 16:55:03

Well, guys. I was planning to take a day off after writing continuously for a month, but seeing guys so worried about him, I got worried too. So I had to update as fast as I could. NOW… BOOM.

I hope you guys can relax now. Take a deep breath. How was it? Did you like it?

Also, I need you all to review the book since we are very close to the ending of Dante’s and Isabella’s story. Please rate it with a review😔. It doesn't have enough rating. Don’t stop voting, commenting and gifting. Love yaaa. Bye.

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Faith Ncube
good story. Am glad Dante is still alive.
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Bobbie
I am so glad Dante is ok, I look forward to the end and I hope Irene and Romeo find true love.
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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Yours

    IreneJulian stopped right in front of us, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked down at me, his face dead serious.“You are saying yes to this?” Julian asked, gesturing vaguely at Romeo, who was still kneeling in the dirt.My stomach dropped into my shoes.Julian. The man who had spent the last few months actively trying to win my attention. I had pushed him away, completely ditching him every single time he tried to get close because my heart had been entirely trapped by the doctor currently glaring up at him.I braced myself. He was here to blame me. He was going to make a massive scene about how I had led him on, or how I had wasted his time only to run back to the Galante family.For three agonizing seconds, Julian stared at me with a hard, unreadable gaze.Then, a completely ridiculous grin broke across his face."I mean, look at him," Julian joked, his serious facade instantly melting away. "The guy is crying in the dirt, Irene. Are you sure you don't want a do-over? I ow

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Open sky

    IreneThe silence of the garden rushed back in, but it didn’t feel suffocating anymore. It felt vast. It felt empty, like a blank canvas waiting for us to finally start writing something new.I looked down at him, this proud, complicated, beautiful man who had spent years running from his own reflection, now completely on his knees in the dirt, offering me his entire soul without a single shield left to hide behind.Adrian had been a cage that demanded my submission. Romeo’s past had been a cage that demanded my silence.But this? The way he was looking at me right now, completely stripped bare, begging me to just let him love me? This wasn’t a cage at all. This was the open sky.“Irene?” he prompted softly, a flicker of panic crossing his face when I didn’t answer right away.A choked, watery laugh broke out of my throat. The tears came fast then, hot and blinding, blurring the image of the ring and the man holding it.“Yes,” I sobbed, stepping forward and instantly dropping to my kn

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Just you and me

    IreneThe present opening lasted for another hour.I stayed near the edge of the patio, leaning against a stone pillar, tracking Romeo's every movement. He helped Elara unwrap a massive, intricate dollhouse, handling the fragile plastic pieces with the exact same focus he used in the operating room. But he was still distracted. Twice, he looked around the yard until his eyes found mine, holding my gaze for a long, heavy second before Dante intentionally bumped his shoulder to snap him out of it.Dante gave him a knowing, subtle smirk—a look so rare on my brother-in-law's face it made my internal alarms go off.Then I noticed Isabella. She was watching me from across the lawn, a soft, secret smile playing on her lips. She didn't look confused or detached anymore. She looked like someone who knew a secret I was completely blind to.They are all in on it, I realized, my chest tightening with a sudden, nervous flutter. Whatever is wrong with him, the whole family knows.As the sun final

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Something was wrong

    IreneThe Galante estate did not look like a mafia fortress today.Pink and gold balloons floated above the sprawling gardens and the usually quiet stone courtyards echoed with the loud, joyful screams of children running through the grass. Elara was at the center of it all, spinning in a sparkly tulle dress that Dante had probably paid a ridiculous amount of money for.Standing near the patio, I watched Isabella hand out slices of birthday cake. Dante stood right behind her, his hand resting gently on her waist. Isabella was laughing, her eyes bright and clear, back to the woman who held this entire family together.Everything was perfect.Except for Romeo.I took a sip of my sparkling water, my eyes scanning the crowd until I finally spotted him standing near the stone archway of the rose garden.He looked incredible, as always, wearing a crisp white button-down shirt and dark slacks. But something was completely off. The calm doctor who never cracked under pressure was currently

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Make your move

    IreneA month can do a lot to a person. Thirty days of quiet routines, of waking up without the scent of antiseptic burning the back of your throat, of learning how to breathe without waiting for the other shoe to drop.For five years, my life had been dictated by the shifting tides of the Galante estate. But tonight, the world shrank down to the size of my small kitchen table, a mismatched deck of cards on the counter, and the click of wooden chess pieces.“You are stalling…” I said, leaning my chin on my palm.Romeo didn’t look up from the board. He was sitting on one of my cheap wooden chairs, looking entirely out of place and yet completely at ease. Tonight, he was wearing a simple charcoal sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the thick veins in his forearms.“I am not stalling, firecracker.” he murmured, his thumb tracing the top of his knight. “I am analyzing. There is a difference.”“You have been analyzing that specific knight for four minutes.”“It’s

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Racing hearts

    Romeo“I want this to last. I want to remember every second of choosing you.”I kept my hand braced against the polished wood of the desk, my lungs burning as I forced myself to hold back. I wanted to bury myself inside her so deeply that the rest of the world would simply cease to exist.But I couldn't rush this. Irene stared back at me, her chest heaving beneath the unbuttoned panels of her blouse. Her eyes were wide with unshed tears and a desire so deep it made my own knees weak.I didn’t deserve the grace in her gaze, but heaven help me, I was far too selfish to turn away from it now.I brushed my knuckles down the soft, flushed curve of her cheek, my thumb catching a single tear before it could fall. With agonizing slowness, I slipped her blouse completely off her shoulders, letting the silk pool onto the floor alongside the scattered patient files and medical charts.She shivered in the cool air, entirely laid bare before me in a scrap of lace. I reached behind her back, my

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The Gallery

    Isabella’s POVDante hadn’t spoken to me since the dinner. He hadn't sent a text, hadn't checked on my plans, hadn't even hovered in the hallway when I went to tuck Elara in. He had stayed in his study, ignoring everyone.The "Machine" had reset. And it had excluded me from the system. I didn’t eve

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Galante

    Isabella’s POVThe world, which had been so slow and heavy for months, suddenly accelerated into a blur of motion.Romeo didn’t panic. He was at my side before the second wave of pain could hit. "Okay." He grabbed my shoulder gently. "Okay. Deep breaths. It’s time.""It’s too early," I gasped, clut

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21
  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   My water

    Isabella’s POVThe penthouse became my entire world for the next few months.Dante was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He never mentioned that night again. I never dared to ruin his mood again.He never spoke the words "tactical error" but he lived by them. So did I. I didn’t want to think

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21
  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   A woman

    Dante Galante’s POVInside my head, it was quiet. Absolute quietness. It felt so peaceful.I stayed buried inside the crook of her neck. My heart kept beating fast that felt entirely too human for a man like me.I could still feel her pulses, her tightness against my cock and the way she was milkin

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-20
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