LOGINFor twenty years, Adriano De Santis has carried the pain of the betrayal that destroyed his family. His father, Samuel De Santis, betrayed his wife, Isabella, with Silvia and secretly conspired with her behind his wife's back. Together, they stole everything Isabella owned, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. For two decades, she carried the heartbreak and emotional devastation caused by that betrayal, and her health slowly deteriorated, eventually leading to her death. After losing his mother, Adriano returns to Milan with only one goal in mind: revenge. But this time, he returns under a fake identity: Marcello Romano, a professional bodyguard. The key to his revenge is Monica De Rossi, Silvia's daughter from a previous marriage and the CEO of the company that once belonged to his mother. By getting close to her as her new personal bodyguard, Adriano plans to deceive her by pretending to love her, gain her trust, then reclaim everything that was stolen from his mother and destroy her family. But executing his plan is not as easy as he expected. Monica is strong, independent, sharp-minded, and impossible to tame. Moreover, she is already engaged to Sam Conti, her childhood friend, which makes his plan even harder to carry out. What begins as a calculated act of revenge soon becomes a battle between the hatred that has consumed him for twenty years and an unexpected love that threatens to destroy everything he has planned. Will revenge win...or will love change everything?
View More“I mean...” He stumbled over his words, his gaze dropping to her foot. “I mean, it’s obvious your foot still hurts, so I don’t mind carrying you to your bedroom.”“To my bedroom?” she repeated, lifting her brows in disbelief.He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don't mean anything by it. I just want to help you.”“Thanks, Marcello. My foot is fine now. It only hurts a little, and I can manage.”“As you wish.” He gave a small shrug, then fell silent for a moment before his gaze drifted toward her heeled mules. “How on earth do you women walk around in heels that high? What makes you put yourselves through this?” he asked, clearly baffled.She let out a soft laugh. “They make us look better, just like accessories.”“And what matters more, beauty or safety?” he asked seriously. “You saw what happened yourself. You could have seriously hurt yourself.”“Hmm, you’re right, but I’m used to them. I don’t think I could give them up.”“But at least take them off when you’re at home.”
1:00 a.m.Monica had been tossing and turning in bed for over an hour, unable to fall asleep. She didn't know what was wrong with her lately. It was as though sleep had abandoned her.She had returned to the mansion at around eight that evening after spending the entire day with Sam.The moment she stepped through the front door, her mother launched into a lecture, sternly warning her never to stay out overnight again, even if she was with Sam.She had started to feel as though her mother no longer trusted anyone to protect her except Marcello. Him alone. The irony of it all wasn't lost on her. Silvia had never been the type to place her trust in anyone outside their small family. So what made Marcello different? It wasn't just ironic. It genuinely puzzled her.Even so, she couldn't deny how safe she felt with him too. It was a different kind of safety, one she couldn't quite explain. Perhaps there was a perfectly reasonable explanation. He was her personal bodyguard. Feeling safe w
“I’ve been calling you over and over since yesterday, Adriano. Why the hell haven’t you answered?” Lorenzo demanded, clearly irritated.“Because I already know what you’re going to say.”“Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if someone at the police station had recognized you? You’re one of Italy’s best anti-Mafia investigators. You’re well-known across the entire police force for taking down some of the country’s most dangerous Mafia networks, and you know damn well what the consequences are for using a false identity.”“Are you done?” he asked, closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples.“Are you making fun of me?”“No, I’m not. But you’ve given me this same lecture a million times. I practically know it by heart.”“I just wish you’d actually listen to me for once.” Lorenzo fell silent for a moment before his voice softened. “I’m worried about you, brother. Simone kept asking me how I knew you. I told him you were a friend of mine, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. I worke
Sam headed into the living room after a quick shower, only to find Monica setting the table for breakfast, wearing a black satin nightgown that barely covered anything.He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla radiating from her freshly washed hair. He turned her around to face him, then gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You were incredible,” he murmured.A slow smile spread across her face as she looped her arms around his neck. “I was trying to make up for how much I missed you while you were gone,” she said, her eyes locked onto his. “Promise me you won't ever be away from me like that again.”“Baby, believe me, it's out of my hands,” he pleaded softly. “You know I'm carrying the entire company on my shoulders right now.”Her expression darkened instantly, and she yanked her hands away from him. “The problem isn't just you traveling away from me, Sam. The real issue is that you barely pay any


















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