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Dahlia’s POV“I did,” I said softly. “And I did. For years.”I leaned back in my chair, my hands shaking now, resting in my lap. “I put you first in everything. Always. Your needs came before mine. Your mistakes became my responsibility. When you ran, I stayed. When you fell, I picked you up. When you messed up, I cleaned it all away.”Her eyes flickered, but she said nothing.“I gave up so much for you,” I went on. “I swallowed my feelings. I kept quiet. I let you talk down to me. I let you hurt me, again and again, because I thought I owed you.”She laughed bitterly. “You do owe me.”“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t. Not anymore.”She leaned forward, her voice sharp. “So that’s it? You’re just throwing me away now that you’re living my life? Married to my husband?”“He’s not your husband,” I said, my chest tightening. “And I’m not living your life. I built my own.”Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re only there because I wasn’t.”“That’s not true,” I replied, my voice lo
Dahlia’s POVI sat there staring at her, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape my chest. The café suddenly felt too small. Too loud. Every sound around us blurred together, like I was underwater.“So,” I said slowly, my voice low and tight, “you really came all this way thinking I’d just… move aside.”Denise shrugged, like it was obvious. Like it made perfect sense.“You were never meant to be there in the first place,” she said. “That life was mine. Luca was mine.”I let out a shaky breath. “You ran away,” I reminded her. “You left. You chose to disappear.”She rolled her eyes. “Because I was scared. You know how I get.”That sentence.That excuse.It snapped something in me.“You don’t get to say that like it fixes everything,” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “You don’t get to vanish and leave me to clean up your mess, and then come back and ask me to give you my life.”She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Luca already thinks you’re me. He marrie
Dahlia’s POVWhen I went downstairs, Liam was already waiting by the door. He straightened when he saw me and gave a polite nod.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Romano,” he said.“Hi, Liam,” I replied, offering a small smile. “How are you doing?”“I’m good,” he said. “You ready to go?”“Yes,” I answered, even though my stomach twisted as I said it.He led me outside where a black SUV was parked, shining under the afternoon sun. He opened the back door for me, and I slid inside, smoothing my dress over my knees. Once he got into the driver’s seat, I gave him the address of the café I had sent to Denise earlier.The car pulled away from the mansion, and I stared out the window, barely noticing the passing streets.My thoughts were loud.I hadn’t seen Denise since the night she ran away. The night she left me behind
Dahlia’s POVI laughed quietly. “Already?”“Yes,” he said immediately, like there was no other answer.My chest warmed. “I miss you too.”I sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket around myself. “How are things going over there?”“I’m handling it,” he replied. “Everything is under control. You don’t need to worry, my beautiful wife.”I smiled at the words, feeling comforted just hearing his voice. “I know.”Then I heard someone call his name in the background. Luca turned his head slightly, listening, his attention being pulled away.“I have to go,” he said, looking back at me. “But I’ll call you later.”“I know,” I said softly. “Go take care of things. We’ll talk later.”He smiled then. That slow, private smile that always made my heart skip. “Be good,” he said.“I will.”“Goodbye, princess.”“Goodbye.”The call ended, and the room felt too quiet afterward. I stared at my phone for a long moment before placing it beside me. My hand drifted back to my stomach again, my fingers curl
Dahlia’s POVLuca left for Florida that night.I stood by the window and watched his car disappear down the long driveway, the headlights fading until there was nothing left but darkness and silence. The house felt too big after that. Too quiet. Like it was holding its breath without him in it.He called me when he landed. I was already curled up in bed, clutching my phone like it was the only thing keeping me steady. Hearing his voice helped. Just knowing he was safe, at least for now.“I’m here,” he said. “I landed safely.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Okay,” I whispered. “Call me when you can.”“I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep, princess.”I didn’t fall asleep right away. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, my mind full of thoughts I didn’t want. Warehouses. Guns. Blood. Luca in danger. Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under, and sleep came in pieces, light and restless.The next morning, it hit me out of nowhere.I woke up with my stomach twisting
Luca’s POVI was sitting at my desk, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the sound of paper shifting beneath my fingers. I had been going through documents for over an hour, signing here, rereading there, correcting numbers that didn’t sit right with me. Work usually grounded me. It gave me something solid to hold onto. Control. Focus.But that day, my mind kept drifting.I checked the time again. Dahlia had gone out earlier. She said she was visiting her parents. I trusted her, but a small part of me still felt uneasy. Old habits. Old instincts. You don’t survive my world without them.My phone rang suddenly, loud in the quiet office.I looked at the screen.Dante.I answered immediately. “Talk.”His voice came through sharp and tense. Not rushed, but tight enough that I knew this wasn’t a small issue. “We’ve got a situation.”I leaned back in my chair, already bracing myself. “Go on.”“Two of our warehouses in Florida were attacked.”My fingers stilled







