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作者: Ilma
last update 公開日: 2026-05-05 21:10:40

Romeo

Relief that crashed through my chest when she finally leaned into my palm defied all medical logic. My pulse began to stabilize.

She was stubborn. She was fiercely independent. But she was not foolish.

"Name your terms, Firecracker.” I murmured, gently sweeping my thumb across her cheekbone. "I will give you anything you ask for."

Irene pulled back just an inch, her dark eyes entirely serious in the flickering candlelight of the terrace.

"Alessia and Dante cannot know about this," she sai
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  • 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

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Real?

    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

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   She didn’t belong there

    RomeoThe human brain is built around the concept of object permanence. By the time a child reaches eight months old, they understand that something continues to exist even when it disappears from view.As the elevator descended from Dante’s penthouse toward the underground garage at a smooth, efficient twenty feet per second, my own understanding of that concept felt dangerously compromised.I knew Irene was still there.I knew she was exactly three hundred and forty feet above me, hidden behind reinforced steel doors, surrounded by armed security, and accompanied by the only woman in Rome stubborn enough to match her energy blow for blow.Logically, she was safe.Unfortunately, my nervous system had stopped listening to logic somewhere around the moment those elevator doors closed between us.Every instinct in my body reacted to the separation with the same violent urgency as a severed artery.The garage was cool and cavernous when I stepped out of the elevator. Rows of luxury vehic

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Inside

    IreneThe reflective glass doors of the elevator slid shut with a soft hiss, swallowing Romeo’s smug, perfectly tailored silhouette whole.For a long second, I just stood there, staring at my own reflection. Pale. Slightly disheveled. Like I had been ripped out of a low-budget indie film and dropped into the pages of a luxury design magazine.“Privileged parasite?”I jumped, my heart giving a sharp, embarrassing jolt.Alessia stood a few steps behind me, hands planted on her hips, her head tilted in that sharp, observant way that meant she was already halfway to figuring out exactly what lie I was about to tell.She looked… radiant.It was unfair, really. The kind of glowing, effortless beauty that didn’t belong to someone technically being held inside a marble fortress. The silk slip dress she wore skimmed over the soft, unmistakable curve of her stomach.There was no hiding it anymore.The pregnancy wasn’t something you could disguise with loose fabric or clever posture. It was real

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Target secured

    RomeoRelief that crashed through my chest when she finally leaned into my palm defied all medical logic. My pulse began to stabilize.She was stubborn. She was fiercely independent. But she was not foolish."Name your terms, Firecracker.” I murmured, gently sweeping my thumb across her cheekbone. "I will give you anything you ask for."Irene pulled back just an inch, her dark eyes entirely serious in the flickering candlelight of the terrace."Alessia and Dante cannot know about this," she said, gesturing vaguely between the two of us. "About us. About what just happened."I felt puzzled as my brain tried to process the absolute absurdity.“So, you want to break into a very secure penthouse that’s being watched closely, where your best friend and my very observant brother are staying and pretend we have a different relationship?” I asked slowly, taking my hand away from her face."Yes." she said, keeping her chin up defensively."Why?" I asked, genuinely baffled. "Are you ashamed of

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Move into the penthouse

    Irene“I have a request.”I blinked, slowly pulling my head back to look at him. His hands were still to my waist, his thumbs drawing slow, distracting circles against my silk blouse."A request?" I repeated in suspicion. "Usually, requests made right after a kiss like that involve a second date or maybe sharing dessert. They don't usually sound so… tactical.""I am a tactical man." Romeo murmured. “What is it?” I narrowed my eyes."I need you to pack a bag tonight. You are moving into Dante’s penthouse."I stared at him for three full seconds, waiting for the explanation. When his expression remained deadpan and deadly serious, I pushed against his chest, breaking out of his hold and taking a step back."I am sorry, what?" I asked in sheer disbelief. "Move into your brother's penthouse?""I know you care deeply about Alessia. I know you want it too but you didn't do it to avoid me." Romeo picked up his crystal flute. "And Dante's penthouse is the most structurally sound, guarded pi

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   A little introduction

    Isabella’s POV I watched Mateo walk back to the bar, leaving his son alone with the nanny again. "He is pathetic." I whispered. "I spent five years terrified of a man who is nothing but a hollow shell." "Fear is a trick of the light, cara." Dante said, his hand resting possessively on my back. "O

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-26

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   She isn’t adopted, is she?

    Isabella’s POVThe heavy doors creaked open before I could even catch my breath. Suddenly, everything narrowed. The party's music, the strong smell of lilies, the people talking – it all just disappeared.Two people stood in the doorway. It was Irene, looking confused. And holding her hand, wearin

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-26

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The little boy

    Isabella’s POVThe ballroom looked just as I remembered. The sparkly chandeliers, those huge velvet curtains that went all the way to the ceiling, the shiny marble floor where I could see my reflection on my wedding. But tonight, it felt like a place for the dead. White lilies were all over the pl

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-26

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   He sees her everywhere

    Isabella’s POVThe moment Dante disappeared into the sea of tuxedos and gowns, the invisible wire holding me upright snapped.I collapsed on the velvet stool and clenched my hands tightly in my lap, acting the part of the bored, elegant Italian heiress. But beneath the fabric of my dress, my skin w

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25
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