LOGIN“Why?” Domenico leaned a little closer, his voice dropping as he bent toward her ear. “Are you afraid you’d lose control like last time?”The warmth of his breath against her skin sent a sharp wave of heat through her, and that only made the embarrassment rise faster.Renata’s face turned crimson in an instant.Her hands flew to her bare chest before she pushed him back with all the strength she could gather, glaring at him as if she wanted to hit him next.“Forget about changing the dress. I’ve decided not to go out with you,” she snapped as she got up from the bed, still giving him a death glare.Domenico took a small step back and slowly raised both hands, the corner of his lips lifting in a shameless smile that made him look even more insufferable.“Okay,” he said, as if surrendering, though the amusement in his eyes clearly said otherwise. “No more teasing.”He let that settle for a second before adding, “But don’t forget to wear the red dress. I will ask the maid to keep it in y
The mansion felt unusually quiet the next morning, the heavy tension that usually followed Domenico having vanished with him. According to the staff, he had slipped out before dawn, leaving the estate under a rare truce."It’s peaceful when he’s not here," Renata murmured to herself. She checked her phone, but it was still a paperweight without the house Wi-Fi password. She wouldn't dare ask him for it, not after their last encounter.Sighing, she leaned back against the sofa cushions and dialed a number from memory. She listened to the steady ring, her pulse ticking up with every second of silence. It had been a long time since she last talked with this friend of hers. However, the call went unanswered.'I wonder if he even uses this line anymore,' she thought, staring at the ceiling.She was about to set the phone down when a maid approached with a tray of sliced fruit. "For you, Madam."Renata gave a small nod of thanks. She picked up a piece of papaya, her mind still miles away. J
Reneta really wanted to crack open Domenico’s head and see if he was even in his right mind. The audacity of his words made her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at him, refusing to let him see even a hint of fear on her face.“No thanks,” she said firmly as she took a step back, putting distance between them. Her chin lifted slightly in defiance as she looked straight into his eyes. “I’d rather kiss a pig than kiss you.”For a brief second, Domenico went completely still.Did she just find a pig better than her?A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, his brows narrowing slightly as he stared at her, almost questioning if he had heard her correctly.“Are you sure?” he asked after a moment, his voice calm again as he slowly composed himself. The faint amusement in his eyes returned, but this time it carried something darker beneath it.He took a step closer.“But kissing a pig,” he continued softly, his gaze locking onto hers, “won’t let your friend live.”Reneta felt a flicker of fe
The phone had no signals. She couldn't even use the internet services. "So, they don't want me to use any online services," Renata murmured. She looked at the contact list and found only two numbers as Emilio mentioned."Why would I even call them?" she tsked and tossed the phone on the mattress.Suddenly, she recalled about her only friend, Alessio De Santis. However, she hesitated calling him."What if Domenico hurts him?" she murmured to herself. She looked at the food that had been placed on the table when her stomach growled. Not wanting the baby in her womb to stay hungry, she chose to eat despite it had turned cold. Once she finished, she carried the tray downstairs when one of the maids rushed toward her."Miss, why did you carry this? You should have called a maid by pressing the bell," the maid said, clearly terrified."I've been getting bored, so I thought to bring it down myself," replied Renata. She walked along with the maid to the kitchen."Is there no internet services
Renata was still seething over everything that had happened earlier. No matter what explanation Domenico might have had, the way he had treated her refused to leave her mind. The anger burned inside her chest, restless and sharp.Still, she forced herself to calm down—for the baby growing inside her.No matter how furious she felt, she refused to let her child suffer because of it.She had made sure to finish the meal the maid had brought. Each bite had been difficult to swallow, but she did it anyway. The baby inside her deserved better than her stubbornness.“Just when will we get to leave this hell…” she whispered softly.Her hand slowly moved to her still-flat belly as she caressed it gently, her expression softening for a brief moment.But the quiet didn’t last.A sudden knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Renata blinked, quickly lifting her head toward the sound.“Come in,” she said in a low, controlled voice.She walked to the couch and sat down, straightening her
The moment Renata’s hand struck his face, she realized she had made a terrible mistake. Her heart dropped instantly.For a brief second she wondered what the worst he could do to her might be. Throw her out of the mansion? That would almost be a blessing. Being cast out was the very escape she had been silently wishing for.But the look in Domenico’s eyes told her something far worse was coming.His jaw tightened as he stared at her, anger burning in his gaze. Without a word, he grabbed both of her arms firmly.“I’ll make you shoot them, Renata,” he said coldly. “That will be much better.”His grip tightened as he pulled her closer.“You’re the woman of a mafia now,” he continued. “You need to understand what kind of life we live.”'No… this isn’t what I wanted,' Renata screamed inside her mind.She struggled desperately against him, trying to pull her arms free.“Let me go!” she cried. “I’m not a murderer like you!”But she was already too late.Domenico turned her around and pressed
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