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2026-04-13 03:32:56Hello my lovies,
It’s your author. Hope you all are doing well. Because I am not. I can’t believe we are here. 197 chapters… and we are almost at the end. Thank you for being part of this journey, for loving these characters and for holding onto this story until the very end. We now have only two chapters left. The epilogue. But I don’t want you to think of this as an ending. Because it isn’t. From where it ends, another continues. Romeo and Irene. I know some of you are already curious. And as I promised Romeo and Irene is going to have their own story. The same world, the same consequences… just two different people and stories that still need to be told. So stay with me a little longer. We are just turning the page. With love, Ilma
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Irene“You do realize Dante has antique Venetian daggers displayed at exactly toddler height, right?” I asked, tossing a grape into the air before catching it between my teeth.Alessia groaned dramatically from the velvet armchair. “Do not remind me. I pointed it out yesterday, and his solution was to assign future security personnel to follow our daughter around like a presidential motorcade.”“That’s actually impressive,” I said. “Overprotective parenting before the child is even born.”“He has already lost his mind,” Alessia muttered, though the smile tugging at her mouth betrayed her completely. One hand rested over the curve of her stomach. “This little girl is going to destroy him. I am serious. She hasn’t even entered the world yet, and Dante already acts like she personally signs off on his decisions.”“As she should." I replied solemnly, lifting my glass of sparkling water in salute. “Long live the Queen.”Alessia clinked her tea mug against mine.It had been nearly two hours
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Firewell 2
RomeoIn obstetrics, there is a rare psychosomatic condition known as pseudocyesis. More commonly referred to as a phantom pregnancy.The brain becomes so profoundly convinced of a presence that it forces the body to imitate the symptoms. Hormones shift. Appetite changes. The patient feels movement in a body that is, medically speaking, empty.It is a failure of biological acceptance. The mind refuses to acknowledge absence, so it manufactures evidence instead.I had been back in Rome for exactly four hours, and my entire nervous system was behaving like a textbook case.The private elevator opened directly into Dante’s penthouse with its usual hydraulic hiss. The biometric locks sealed behind me, shutting out the city and restoring the fortress to its preferred state: silent, controlled, and clinically precise.Nothing had changed.The obsidian floors still reflected the recessed lighting with surgical perfection. The glass walls still overlooked Rome like the city belonged beneath u
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Firewell
IreneI didn’t cry when Galante security team dropped my duffel bag back into apartment 4A.And I didn’t throw anything, either.I just stood there in the middle of my tiny living room, listening to the familiar hum of the ancient refrigerator while staring at the front door like it had personally offended me. The locks had been replaced. Heavy brushed-steel deadbolts now sat on the warped wooden frame, absurdly expensive against splintering paint and twenty-year-old hinges.A final courtesy from the ghost of Geneva.I walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap, letting cold water stream over my wrists while I tried to steady the pressure building beneath my ribs.For five years, I had bent myself into impossible shapes for Adrian. I had softened my personality until it became palatable. Lowered my voice. Chosen safer clothes. Trained myself to become smaller, quieter, easier to manage inside his perfectly curated beige life.And I had only just clawed my way out of that suffocatin
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Past and fire
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IreneMy hand froze on the water bottle.Geneva.The word slammed into me harder than expected.Not just gone from the penthouse.Gone from the country.He had packed a suitcase, boarded a private jet, and vanished across international borders without saying a single word to me.“Oh,” I said carefully.I lifted the water bottle to my lips mostly so I’d have an excuse not to speak.“Right. The doctor is internationally in demand.”Alessia’s eyes narrowed immediately.Sharp.Analytical.God, living with hackers should honestly come with a warning label.“Why are you asking?” she asked slowly.I forced myself not to tense.“Am I not allowed casual curiosity?”“Irene.” Her voice softened slightly. “Did something happen yesterday?”Panic flashed instantly through my bloodstream.“No.”Too fast.I smiled immediately to cover it.“Of course not. I was just hoping to avoid another lecture about sodium intake and cardiac longevity.”Alessia continued studying me.Three seconds.Four.Five.I c
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