로그인There he was.Alessandro. Back at home yet it was still midday. He stepped inside with his jaw clenched tight.His gaze flicked from me to Jack in a split second, taking everything in, the tension, the silence, the photo frame now slightly tilted on the table.For a moment, none of us spoke.Then I stood up quickly. “Alessandro... I—uh—Jack’s here because we needed to talk about last night.”Alessandro’s eyes locked on mine. “You okay?”I nodded once. “Yeah. Just… trying to piece things together.” His gaze shifted to Jack, then back to me. “Alright.” He retorted. No questions. No accusations. Just that calm, heavy voice of his. He walked into the room further, not bothering to take off his coat, and dropped into the armchair across from us deliberately not joining us on the couch, but close enough to watch.Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. “Mr Alessandro. Uh, sorry for barging into your place",Alessandro just nodded his head with his expression blank. “It’s fine.”I sat down again,
I stiffened and took a step back; My pulse hammered in my neck. My lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. I kept shaking my head in small, jerky movements, denying her words as if that could somehow erase them.Does she work for Alessandro now?Is this a trap?Did he know?“Running away? I’m not going anywhere…” I said slowly, my voice strained and sharp at the edges, too calm to be believable.Leah stepped closer. She didn’t look threatening, her heels clicked lightly against the tiled floor, her red lips curved in a way that should’ve seemed kind. But I didn’t trust the softness in her voice or the way she glanced over her shoulder like she was watching for someone else.“I’m not here to hurt you,” she whispered. "Don't bother lying, I know how heartless you're and what you capable of doing", I spoke and her eyes darkened, but she held my gaze steadily.“I know you know me but I’m not working for him, I have come to help you” she said, her voice low and urgent now, like s
I woke to the distant rumble of tires grinding against gravel. The truck swayed beneath me, the metallic clatter echoing like distant thunder in my skull. My eyes fluttered open, sticky with exhaustion. The dim, shifting light filtered through tiny cracks in the wooden slats above us. Dust danced in the air, and the sharp tang of fuel and rust invaded my nose.I blinked until the shape in front of me came into focus.Marko.His back was pressed against one of the crates, his hands bound behind him with thick black zip ties. Despite everything, he looked oddly calm , like he was used to this. Like he’d already made peace with whatever came next.I coughed, throat raw and dry. “Marko?” I croaked.He looked up, relief flickering through his eyes. “You’re awake...”My body screamed in protest as I tried to sit up, my arms awkwardly twisted behind me. I hadn’t realized how hard it was to move when your limbs weren’t your own anymore.“Where are we?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Pani
I took off my sunglasses as I stood within a foot of Alessandro."HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS FUCKITY FUCK!" Antonio said, loud enough that people all around us glared in our direction.Alessandro lodged the cigar between his lips and finally looked at me. He was also wearing sunglasses, but I could see the shock washing over him. Our eyes met, and I flashed him a grin.Shock transformed into a rage fit in a mere second.He took an immediate step in my direction. I don't know what he was trying to do, but I stepped back nonetheless."I wouldn't do that if I were you," I spoke quickly trying to mask my fear."You..." his voice was low and deadly.I didn’t know that a single word could hold so much hate, a single word could be this threatening. I could see how badly he wanted to kill me, irritation was leaking through the gentlemanly facade he had put on before stepping out of the house."You see, Mr. Alessandro in the eyes of the innocent New Yorker, I'm still the missing boy, whose p
Paul, Leah and I laughed at an overly lame joke the President of the Senate had uttered.Paul Salvatore had invited the man into his house for dinner, because of the divorce idea I came up with. He was one of the presidents that Paul knew would help him take down Alessandro.Alessandro was now so dangerous to approach.Apparently in New York City, I was still the missing boy and unidentified driver Marco was still on the list of most wanted criminals. My so-called parents were still looking for me and my name was stamped everywhere, the government officials were on high alert for anyone named Nikolai De Luca.The second I'll set foot in my country again, the first thing the American government will do is cage me in a cell, arrest Marco if in case they identify him and alert my so-called parents hence alerting my psycho husband.Because we all know who those so-called parents work for. The second they'll know, their next stop will be Alessandro, the tornado of darkness.I don't want hi
A hard thrust...My hand went to my rock hard dick as I touched myself, teasing the tip of it for his viewing pleasure. I could see the way his eyes darkened, how he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.He sat up on his knees, pulling me up with him, he made me sit over his cock again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving up and down. I wrapped my legs around him, taking him in deeper.We were eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips. His grip over my ass turned harder, rougher as he slammed into me and at the same time pulled me down over his length."Just so you know..." I swallowed, my throat was so dry, our noses touched with every thrust, "This won't happen again."He laughed, I squinted my eyes because his smug face was pissing me off."We'll see...""We are still getting a divorce," I said through clenched teeth.This made him even madder than he already was, his thrust was so hard that a scream bubbled up from my throat, and my nails dug into his shoulders, breaking t
EMMA’S POVI woke with a start, heart slamming against my ribs. The dream dissolved the second my eyes opened, something dark, tangled and forbidden but the heavy ache in my chest refused to leave. I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling shakily, then swung my legs over the side of the bed.The hou
The moment Marco dropped me off back at home , I didn’t bother going upstairs to my room. I walked straight through the foyer, past the stupidly grand staircase, and into the kitchen like I owned the place.The wide marble island was spotless, as always. A bowl of fruit sat in the center like some
A week.Seven days of the same suffocating routine, and somehow it felt longer than the entire month before it.Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing.The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of
EMMA'S POVThe next morning came too soon.Sunlight sliced through the heavy curtains like it had a personal grudge against me. I woke up with a dull headache, mouth dry, body heavy from crying myself to sleep. For a second I forgot where I was, then the scent of expensive linen and the faint trace


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