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A Bite of Trouble

Autor: Orinabhankz
last update Fecha de publicación: 2025-12-15 16:50:57

The mansion was so quiet my footsteps echoed off the marble like gunshots. But the faint smell of coffee drifting from downstairs? That was the only thing keeping me from turning around and crawling back into bed.

"I hope this walk ends with caffeine," I said, following him. "If not, I might start screaming. Fair warning, I'm very loud when I scream."

Enzo threw me a look over his shoulder, half-amused. "Relax. Kitchen's this way. I told them to make something decent for you."

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  • Marked By Him   Hard Decisions

    ARYA'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and all morning, I kept replaying it in my head.I couldn't forget the feel of his hands on my face or the desperation in every touch.In the kitchen, I was supposed to be making breakfast, but I burned the toast twice."Arya, are you alright?" Mom asked, rescuing the smoking bread from the toaster. "You seem distracted."I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just tired."But I wasn't fine. I was a mess.Later, I tried to play with Dante in the nursery, but I couldn't focus. He kept showing me his toys and laughing, and I kept drifting off, thinking about Giovanni's face when I pulled away from him on the balcony."Mama, more!" Dante demanded, shoving a block at me.I blinked, snapping out of it. "Right, yes. More blocks."Christabel noticed too when she came to visit. "Are you sick? You seem weird.""I'm not sick." I forced a tight smile.She didn't look like she believed. "You're acting weird. Your eyes are all dreamy.""They are not." I sh

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  • Marked By Him   To Forgive or Not

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  • Marked By Him   The plan

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  • Marked By Him   To be falsely accused

    ARYA’S POVI staggered backward, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Giovanni advanced on me like a predator, controlled fury radiating from every line of his body."I asked you a question." His voice was so quiet, it was worse than shouting. "Where. The fuck. Have you been?""I-

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  • Marked By Him   MISSING

    GIOVANNI’S POVI stared at the inventory manifest, the numbers blurring together as I tried to focus on anything other than the memory of Arya sleeping in my arms.The warehouse was cold and empty, and it was exactly what I needed to clear my head."The shipment from Napoli arrives Thursday," Enzo

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