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To hate me

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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   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   Terminal

    RomeoIt happened on a Sunday afternoon in the Borghese Gardens.The kind of day that makes Rome feel deceptively harmless. Late spring sunlight filtering through the tall stone pines, scattering gold across the grass in soft, trembling patches. The air carried the smell of crushed leaves, distant espresso, and river wind.Dante and Isabella had wandered off toward the fountains with the kind of casual negligence only parents of a highly confident child could afford. That left Irene and me on a wide woven blanket with Elara.“Zio Romeo.” Elara announced, as if issuing a court summons.She dropped a plastic, aggressively colorful stethoscope onto my chest with zero regard for consent or medical ethics.“You are sick.” she declared. “Zia Ren is the doctor today. You have to lie still.”I looked up slowly.Irene was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, sunlight catching in her dark hair. She wore a thin white linen sundress that made absolutely no effort to protect my sanity and a smea

  • I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband   We were safe now

    Romeo By year two, the boundaries had not dissolved.But they had softened into something survivable.We started meeting outside the fortress of the penthouse.Never formally. Never intentionally.Just a long chain of engineered coincidences neither of us acknowledged.I would “accidentally” appear at the café near her architecture firm every Tuesday around four-thirty.She would “coincidentally” already be seated there with an espresso and a pastry she claimed she wasn’t going to finish.We always sat at separate tables.But our conversations drifted easily across the narrow aisle between us like sunlight stretching across stone.“The junior architect with the navy obsession…” I said one afternoon, leaning back in my chair with an espresso balanced between my fingers. “Is he still attempting to negotiate your caloric intake?”Irene snorted into her cappuccino. “Luca? No. Luca got promoted and moved to Florence.”“A statistically intelligent relocation.”“He realized trying to date a

  • 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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