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Raphael's eyes were cold, “You took the one person who made me happy and made her believe loving me was something she should be ashamed of,” a bitter smile touched his mouth, “If that's what your love looks like, then I hope you never love me again.” My heart clenched at his words, but instead of f
Salvatore looked from one face to another, searching for some sign that they still understood him, but found nothing, “And I’d do it again—” Vincenzo didn't let him continue, “You saw things I never had to see. You made choices I never had to make. You knew what this life really was before I was e
Salvatore furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you saying?” She took another step toward him, “How long until you hurt Jules too? How long until you find some reason to decide what's best for Aurelia and destroy something she loves in the name of protecting her?” His face changed color, “No. No. Don'
“He made it sound like loving me would cost Raphael everything he was supposed to become.” I lowered my eyes. “I knew how I felt about Raph. I loved him, and I wanted so badly to believe I could be enough for him if I go through the treatments again. But he kept asking me why I left. Why I did it.
I couldn't finish. Raphael's jaw clenched. Alessia's eyes softened for half a second, then she nodded, “Keep going.” I forced myself to keep going, telling them the things I remembered most clearly from that night. Saying those words out loud in front of everyone was humiliating and painful, and
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I couldn't move. I stood there between them, staring at the ground while the words I'd said kept playing in my head. I don't want your family ruined because of me. But maybe I already had. The Capones had been a family long before I ever walked through their doors. They had the
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho







