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Chapter 9

Author: Peachy
On Christmas morning, I woke to the gentle sound of the waves.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and comforting.

It was the quietest Christmas I'd had in years.

No family politics, no fake pleasantries. Just pure peace.

I walked out onto the terrace to find a beautiful breakfast laid out on the table.

Fresh strawberries, warm croissants, and a pot of fragrant Blue Mountain coffee.

"Good morning, Miss Romano."

The housekeeper, Elena, a graceful Italian woman in her fifties, approached.

"Mr. Dante asked that we prepare breakfast for you."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Handling some urgent business," Elena smiled. "He said he didn't want to disturb you. He wanted you to sleep in."

A warmth spread through my chest.

The Marco from my past life never considered my feelings. He'd wake me in the middle of the night for so-called "family business."

Dante, on the other hand, was protecting even my sleep.

In the afternoon, a black Maserati pulled up to the estate.

Dante got out, holding seve
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    On Christmas morning, I woke to the gentle sound of the waves.Sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and comforting.It was the quietest Christmas I'd had in years.No family politics, no fake pleasantries. Just pure peace.I walked out onto the terrace to find a beautiful breakfast laid out on the table.Fresh strawberries, warm croissants, and a pot of fragrant Blue Mountain coffee."Good morning, Miss Romano."The housekeeper, Elena, a graceful Italian woman in her fifties, approached."Mr. Dante asked that we prepare breakfast for you.""Where is he?" I asked."Handling some urgent business," Elena smiled. "He said he didn't want to disturb you. He wanted you to sleep in."A warmth spread through my chest.The Marco from my past life never considered my feelings. He'd wake me in the middle of the night for so-called "family business."Dante, on the other hand, was protecting even my sleep.In the afternoon, a black Maserati pulled up to the estate.Dante got out, holding seve

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  • I Signed Her Name Instead   Chapter 4

    The second the shots rang out, I saw Marco’s true instinct.He didn’t move toward me.He threw himself over Isabella, shielding her with his body, ready to take any bullet meant for her.He didn’t hesitate. He shoved me into the heavy oak bookshelf. I slammed against the wood, and a rain of books crashed down on me. The sharp corner of one sliced my arm open. Blood bloomed across my white silk sleeve, a dark, ugly flower.Pain shot through my body, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of my heart being ripped to shreds.When the gunfire stopped, Marco didn't check on me.He checked on Isabella, who was trembling in his arms.“Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?” His voice was a raw mix of panic and devotion.“No… no,” Isabella sobbed. “Marco, I was so scared.”“Don’t be. I’m here.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”I’ll never let anyone hurt you.That was the final blow. The last shred of hope I had for him died right there.I lay on the floor, watching

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