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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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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?
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Delight_xP.S. That book Mia dropped? It's the one Matteo gifts her on their wedding day. 😉
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