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To hate me

Author: Ilma
last update publish date: 2026-02-12 15:44:30

Mateo’s POV

I had instructed the chef to prepare a feast.

Lobster bisque. Truffle risotto. Wagyu beef. The kind of meal that Galante probably couldn't even pronounce properly.

I sat at the head of the long table. The room was bathed in the warm glow of two dozen candles.

"They are ready, sir." The housekeeper said as she stepped back.

Isabella walked in first.

She had changed out of her clothes into the green silk gown I had laid out for her. It hung a little loose on her now as she was thinner
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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Standing too close

    IreneThe hum of the servers should have grounded me.It didn’t.Not with him that close.Romeo was still there… too close now for the boundary to mean anything except habit. Three feet used to feel like control. Like something I had designed and could rely on.But tonight it felt like a lie we were both politely maintaining.I could feel him before I looked at him properly. The shift in the air when he stopped pretending he would step back. The stillness in his posture that wasn’t exhaustion anymore. It was restraint.Like something in him had reached its limit and simply refused to move further away.My fingers stayed on the keyboard out of reflex.Nothing on the screens mattered.The intrusion had already been handled. The systems were stable. The world outside this room could have burned down and I would not have noticed, because all my processing capacity had narrowed into one inescapable variable: Romeo Galante standing too close to me at 3 in the morning and he had said. “I am

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   I am looking

    RomeoThe clock on my office wall read 2:45 AM.I had spent the last three hours in Delivery Room Four managing a complicated twin birth. Both babies were stable now, transferred safely to the neonatal intensive care unit, and their mother was finally resting after nearly twelve hours of labor and surgical intervention.My scrubs were damp with sweat. My shoulders ached from tension and exhaustion, and my brain felt like it was operating several seconds behind the rest of my body.All I wanted was black coffee and silence.But when I returned to the Galante estate, I did not go to the kitchen or upstairs to sleep.Instead, I walked toward the secure basement level, drawn by an entirely different kind of responsibility.The steel door to the operations room slid open.The room beyond was dark except for the glow of monitors spread across an entire wall. Live camera feeds flickered beside encrypted code streams and thermal maps tracking our properties across Europe. Blue and green light

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Heat

    Irene I was going to let him do it.I was entirely ready to let the fire consume the whole goddamn house.His face hovered inches from mine, close enough that I could feel the uneven hitch of his breathing against my skin. Close enough that the world beyond him faded into static.His eyes were dark. There was nothing cold left in them now. Nothing carefully controlled. What remained was raw enough to terrify me.My hands tightened in the lapels of his shirt, gripping the expensive black fabric like it was the only thing keeping me upright. My pulse was pounding so violently I could feel it behind my eyes.I tilted my chin upward and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable catastrophe of Romeo Galante kissing me.His hand shifted against my waist before slowly sliding upward, spanning the side of my throat and settling against my jaw. Warm fingers threaded into the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me with terrifying gentleness. Then his thumb moved, pressing against the cent

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   The dance

    Irene burst into laughter so suddenly and brightly that several people nearby turned to look at us. “Romeo.” she said between laughs, “That is shockingly petty for a man of science.”“I am observing objective data.”“You are jealous.”“I am not jealous.”“You absolutely are.”“Irene,” I said evenly, “the man paired a navy blazer with black shoes. I am experiencing a completely rational response to a preventable offense.”Her eyes danced.God help me, they danced.“Well…” she said lightly, “the fashion criminal is currently trapped behind a bachelorette party at the bar, and this song is excellent.”Before I could respond, she stood abruptly and leaned over the table toward me.The neckline of her dress shifted dangerously.Every coherent thought in my brain immediately ceased functioning.“Come on,” she said.Alarm bells detonated across my nervous system. “Come on where?”“Dance with me.”“Irene,” I began carefully, “I can’t…”“Oh my God,” she interrupted. “Stop being mean. Come.”Th

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   hot

    RomeoIn epidemiology, an environmental hazard is any outside factor that disrupts the balance of a system. You do not negotiate with a hazard. You contain it, remove it, or get as far away from it as possible before damage occurs.A crowded cocktail lounge in Trastevere on a Friday night was an environmental hazard.I was only there because my Chief of Surgery had ordered me to “act like a human being for once” after a brutal fourteen-hour craniotomy.So I compromised.I took the most isolated booth in the building, ordered a single glass of scotch, and planned to spend twenty minutes staring at melting ice before returning to my penthouse.The room was loud enough to qualify as a medical concern.Bass vibrated through the floorboards. Colored lights flashed across the walls. The air smelled like expensive perfume, alcohol, and poor decision-making.At the table beside me, two women in designer dresses had been trying to get my attention for the last ten minutes through increasingly

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Private

    ### Chapter 43: Structural Integrity**Irene**My emotional firewall hadn’t just experienced a minor glitch; it had suffered a catastrophic grid failure.For five years, that system had been flawless. It had survived family dinners, shared holiday toasts, and endless weekends of watching Romeo Rossi exist in my peripheral vision without a single breach. But apparently, all it took to trigger a complete meltdown was a plastic toy, the scent of expensive cedarwood, and a pair of hazel eyes burning a hole straight through my carefully constructed armor.*Terminal.*God, why did I say that out loud? I needed to ban myself from speaking under the influence of his proximity.Fortunately, when you are dealing with a five-year-old Galante, you don't have time to dwell on your near-fatal lapses in judgment. Elara was already demanding a secondary diagnosis."Auntie Ren," Elara protested, stamping her tiny sneaker onto the woven blanket. "If Zio Romeo is fine, why is his face so red? Is he turn

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   A courier

    Dante’s POVI had shut myself in the office of Inferno Tech’s New York headquarters.I glanced at the clock. It was ticking at 4 A.M. It was almost dawn. And I hadn't slept a bit.I saw my reflection on the table glass. I looked like a mess. My tie undone. Coat left somewhere in the office. My hair

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Bouquet

    Isabella’s POVI was having a nightmare.A nightmare of Dante leaving me. A nightmare of the world without him. A nightmare of Elara asking me questions. I felt like I was drowning until I forced my eyes to open.I breathed hard and swept my hand across the Egyptian cotton sheets, seeking warmth.

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   You are alive?

    Dante’s POVI felt her stiffen next to me. Her breathing stopped.I looked down at her. Her face had gone pale, the blood draining away so fast she looked like a statue. She was staring straight ahead. Her eyes were wide with a terror I had never seen in her before."Bella?" I whispered as I leaned

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  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   Pink peonies

    Isabella’s POVLorenzo stiffened beside me. But he didn't leave my hand, instead his grip on my hand tightened. "Did he say... Galante?"I didn't answer. I couldn't.At the front of the room, the man in the black suit turned.The applause from the crowd was polite, confused, and rippling through th

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