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2025-08-23 12:03:45My Dearest Readers,
Where do I even begin? [Pauses to dramatically clutch chest] Firstly, thank you SO much for joining me on this wild, emotional, and (hopefully) addictive journey through the Intertwined series. Whether you've been here since Chapter 1 or just stumbled upon this story today, know that every time you open this book, my heart does a little happy dance. 🥹✨
A confession: Lorenzo is practically my fictional husband (sorry not sorry! 😂❤️), but because I love you all somuch, I'm willing to share him... sometimes.😉
You've laughed with these characters, cried with them (let's be real—yelled at them too), and now... I'm THRILLED to give you this exclusive sneak peek into Mia and Matteo's dangerous past! Think of it as a thank-you gift—a little extra dose of drama, romance, and whatever delicious chaos these two are stirring up this time. 😉---
🔥 INTERWOVEN SHADOWS 🔥
(A Forbidden Prelude to the Intertwined Series)MIA | Two Years Ago
The library door clicked shut behind me, but I already knew I wasn't alone.
"You always hide in places with no exits, *dolcezza*." Matteo's voice curled through the dark like smoke. "It's adorable."
I didn't turn. My fingers tightened around the book I'd pretended to come here for. "Go back to dinner."
The floorboards creaked as he stepped closer. "Marco's telling a story about his new muse. You're not missing anything."
"Except another hour of pretending I don't want to stab him with a salad fork."
Matteo's laugh was warm against the back of my neck. "See? This is why I followed you."
Then his hands were on the shelves on either side of me, caging me in without touching. I could feel the heat of him, the scent of his stupid cologne—bergamot and trouble.
"Tell me something true," he murmured.
I swallowed. "The security feed in here still works."
"Lie." His breath ghosted over my ear. "Uncle Antonio got rid of those years ago. Try again."
The book slipped from my fingers.
Matteo caught it one-handed without looking. "My turn. Truth: You've been watching me all night."
"Delusional."
"Truth: You're shaking." His thumb brushs my bare shoulder. "Not from fear."
The door handle rattles.
We freeze.
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💌 Your Thoughts? (I'm Dying to Know!)
1. Team Prediction: Who do you think was at the door—Marco, or someone more dangerous? 2.Truth or Dare*: What *should* Mia have confessed instead? (Best answer gets a sneak peek of Chapter 1!) 3.Ship Wars: Is Matteo's obsession romantic or red flag material? *[Whispers]* Wrong answers only... 4.Sneaky Easter Egg: Did you catch the significance of the *bergamot* scent? (Hint: It's in Book 2!)🚨 COMING SOON
- The *real* reason those security cameras were removed - What happens when Marco finds Mia's hidden sketchbook - That *one* scene where Matteo kneels (and it's NOT what you think)📢 Want It Faster?
🔹 VOTE 🔥(each vote = 1 hour of writing time stolen from my sleep) 🔹 ADD TO LIBRARY(so you never miss the explosive release!)Love you more than Matteo loves chaos.
Delight_xP.S. That book Mia dropped? It's the one Matteo gifts her on their wedding day. 😉
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Intertwined Chapter Forty-Five
Violette2:36 a.m.I stared at the digital clock on my bedside table. The neon-red numbers were the only thing cutting through the oppressive darkness of my room. I had given up trying to sleep hours ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I just saw the cold, closed-off look on Renzo’s face in the car, heard the finality in his voice when he shut me out.No calls. No texts. Just silence.I guessed he wasn’t coming either.Tears stung my eyes, hot and shameful. I bit my lip, hard, to keep them at bay. God, I was so pathetic. Wanting to cry because we had our first real argument. Was it even an argument? It felt more like a door slamming in my face.I closed my eyes, trying to force my body to relax, but I was hyper-aware of everything. The silky, expensive feel of the burgundy La Perla nightgown he bought me—a stupid, hopeful choice when I got ready for bed. The cool weight of the sapphire drop necklace resting in the hollow of my throat, another gift. I felt like a traitor to my own anger,
Intertwined Chapter Forty-Four
Renzo The address Alessandro sent was a studio apartment in the West Loop. Tenant: a Mike Floyd. The building was a bland, modern thing. I took the stairs, my footsteps silent on the concrete. Apartment 4B. I stood in front of the brown door and knocked twice. The re-screwed the silencer into the gun, the metal threads catching with a soft, final click. I flexed my hand. It had been a long time since I’d held one like this, not that I was out of practice. I made sure to stay sharp. But I usually let other people take care of my business for me. Not today. Not this business. This was mine and mine alone. I raised my fist to knock for the second time, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Whoever was behind this door had five seconds to open it before I— The door swung open to reveal a shirtless, lanky guy with wet hair and an annoyed expression on his face. "Yeah, what?" he grunted. We stared at each other. Him, annoyed that I was staring without saying what I wanted. Me,
Intertwined Chapter Forty-Three
Renzo Papa always said one thing whenever Marco questioned him about how he met Mama. My brother was a hopeless romantic even with his knuckles perpetually scraped from fights, already obsessed with the idea of a soulmate at eleven years old. And Papa would always reply with the same words. You don't find her. You recognize her. It's like coming home. No noise. No questions. Just a quiet certainty. I thought it was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. I didn't think that anymore. The hum of the jet was a low, steady sound, but it was nothing compared to the silence inside me. A good silence. The kind of silence you find in the eye of a storm, a perfect, peaceful center where everything just stops. That was what her weight against my shoulder did. It stopped the noise. For most of my life, my head had been a loud place. A constant, grinding calculation of business, of strategy, of threats, of power. It was how I was raised. It was how I built what I had. It was a relentless engine
Intertwined Chapter Forty-Two
RenzoThe penthouse is unsettlingly quiet when I walk in, the kind of quiet that makes me briefly wonder if I’ve stepped into the wrong place. All the lights are off, not even the soft glow of the hallway sconces greeting me. New York hums beneath us, horns, a siren in the distance, the muted chaos of the city that never goes to bed, but up here, on the top floor, it feels like I’ve entered another world.I loosen the noose around my neck—otherwise known as my tie, and sling it over the arm of a chair by the foyer. It's been one hell of a day at work, finalizing details for the Manhattan project before we head back to Chicago tomorrow. The kind of day where numbers blur into each other and my phone never stops buzzing. And truth? I barely registered any of it. Because all I could think about, obsess over, really was getting back here, to her. Back to Violette.If I hadn’t forced myself to go handle this last bit of business, I already know what I’d be doing: booking a return flight he
Intertwined Chapter Forty-One
VioletteThe night smelled like saltwater and champagne before we were even close to the docks. New York had that way of pressing itself against your senses all at once: the hum of the West Side Highway, the glittering skyline carved against obsidian, and the restless tug of the Hudson, black but alive with reflections of light.Renzo’s hand rested at the small of my back, steady and warm. People’s eyes followed him as we walked—of course they did. Tall, sharp in his all-white suit, he looked like he’d been conjured straight out of some legend about beautiful men who owned entire cities.But this time, for once, I didn’t feel like the interloper.I wasn’t shrinking in his shadow. Not anymore.Yes, the dress I wore was simple, a white satin slip that grazed just above my ankles, matched with strappy heels I had to consciously survive with every step, but tonight, as the city’s glow washed over us, I wasn’t comparing myself to him. I was thinking about last night. About the way he’d loo
Intertwined Chapter Forty
RenzoThe sound of the FaceTime ringtone sliced through the lazy, honey-colored quiet of the afternoon.That obnoxious iPhone trill didn’t belong here, didn’t belong to us, not when I had Violette exactly where I wanted her.She tastes like chocolate and stubbornness, both my favorite addictions. She tries to pull her lips free, probably to answer the phone, but come on—like I’m going to let that happen. I capture her laughter with another kiss, diving deeper, slipping my tongue past her lips just to hear that muffled little squeal she gives when she pretends to resist.She bites my tongue with absolutely zero force. I grin into her mouth; she’s laughing, I’m definitely winning.The damn ringtone keeps chiming like an unwelcome referee. My hand anchors against the small of her back, dragging her closer even as she wriggles, half-annoyed, half-amused. I have no shame; sue me for being obsessed.We’d been in bed all day. Literally. Bed. Day. Done. Kissing, laughing, half-heartedly watch
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