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Chapter 46 Flight into Hiding

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The sterile hum of the medical machines was a constant, nerve-wracking rhythm in the secure facility. Amara, a Queen in a room of hushed prayers and medical machines, was a mother, a lover, a protector. But she was also a woman who had been set free. Dante's words, a final, brutal act of love, had hung in the air, a devastating reality. "You were never mine. You were always meant to rule alone." He had given her her freedom, a freedom she had fought for, a freedom she had paid for with blood and tears, a freedom she had never truly believed she could have.

The weight of his words, a love so profound it was terrifying, was a burden she now had to carry alone. He had given her a choice: to take the throne, to rule an empire alone, to raise a child in a world of violence, deceit, and power, or to leave it all behind, to run, to hide, to find a new life, a new purpose, a new meaning. The choice was hers. And she knew, with a chilling certainty, what she had to do.

She would not take the
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    The Moretti estate had a strange stillness to it that morning.Amara woke to the muted hum of the city beyond the tall windows, the white curtains swaying faintly in the breeze. It was the kind of quiet that felt intentional, like someone had smoothed the air flat. She had almost gotten used to the background sounds—footsteps of guards outside her door, muffled conversations in the hall—but today, there was only silence.She pulled on one of Dante’s shirts—it hung loosely on her frame, smelling faintly of cedar and smoke—and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.She found him there, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand. His black shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the forearms. He looked less like a mafia king and more like a man who’d just gotten out of bed.For a moment, it felt… normal.---“Morning,” she said, voice still husky from sleep.His eyes slid over her, pausing just long enough to make her pulse pick up. “Morning.”She reached for the kettle. “

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 60 The Bargain

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  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 60 The Bargain

    The safehouse was too quiet.Amara sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest, the city lights casting pale gold patterns across the hardwood floor. She hadn’t bothered turning on the lamp. In the dark, she could almost pretend she was somewhere else—anywhere else—somewhere the air didn’t taste faintly of gun oil and the shadows didn’t seem to breathe.But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was the warehouse floor. The pool of blood spreading beneath the chair. Dante’s steady hand on the gun.The worst part wasn’t the violence—it was the certainty. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. It was the same look he’d worn at the gala when he’d caught her watching him from across the room. That same unwavering focus.On her.---She’d changed out of her dress hours ago, pulling on an oversized sweater and leggings, but she still felt like she carried the night on her skin.A floorboard creaked in the hallway, snapping her out of the memory. She sat straighter, heart

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 59 Blood on the Floor

    The clock on the mantle read 11:47 p.m.Amara sat curled in one of the leather chairs, her knees drawn to her chest, the fire dimming to embers. She told herself she wasn’t waiting for him, that she wasn’t keeping track of the time since he’d disappeared into the upstairs office with his phone pressed to his ear. But every creak of the old house, every shift of the wind outside, had her glancing toward the staircase.When he finally came down, his coat was already on, his jaw set.“Stay here,” Dante said, not breaking stride toward the door.“Where are you going?”He didn’t answer.---That should have been the end of it. She should have stayed in the safehouse, like he’d told her, and pretended she didn’t care. But the silence that followed after the door shut behind him was worse than the danger she imagined.She grabbed her coat and slipped out into the cold.---His black car was still idling in the drive. One of his men—she recognized him from the gala—was behind the wheel. She d

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