LOGIN"I raised you to be my daughter," he said. "But I raised him to be your husband." I was twelve when my biological father was murdered. I was twenty-three when my adoptive father sold me to the enemy to settle a debt. Alessandro Romano was not supposed to be my husband. He was supposed to be the monster under my bed. The cold-eyed mafia heir who watched me from the shadows for years. On our wedding night, he didn’t force me. He handed me a loaded gun. "Shoot me, Giselle. End it now. Or put the gun down and accept that you are mine." I didn't shoot. I let him touch me. I let him make me scream. I let him drag me into his dark world until I couldn't tell where the cage ended and his arms began. But secrets in the mafia don't stay buried. I thought the worst thing Alessandro could do was break my heart. I was wrong. The worst thing he did was kill the only man who ever truly loved me….my biological father….eleven years ago. Shattered by the truth, I ran. I thought I had escaped the monster. But two pink lines on a plastic stick changed everything. I am carrying his heir. And now I’m trapped in a house with a stepbrother whose love is sickness, a mother who rose from the grave to destroy me, and a husband who will burn the world to ash to find us. He thinks I ran to get away. He doesn't know I ran to save our baby from its father.
View MoreTHE SURRENDER~GISELLE POV~11:47 PM.Thirteen minutes.I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room I'd locked myself in hours ago. Staring at the clock. Watching the minutes tick by.Alessandro had given me space. For the first time in four days, he wasn't watching me. Wasn't following me.He was in our room, waiting.The choice was mine, and I had thirteen minutes to make it. I had spent the last four hours pacing. Arguing with myself. Making lists of reasons to stay away.He's controlling, posessive and Dangerous. He threatened to cut off Marcus's hand. He took my phone, my freedom, and my life.But those reasons felt hollow now. Because I kept remembering other things.The way he'd looked at me in the café. Like Marcus touching me was a personal violation.The way his heart had raced under my palm this afternoon. Proof that he wasn't as controlled as he pretended to be.The way his voice had cracked when he'd said: "I'm terrified that when I do, you will hate me for it."Alessan
THE BREAKING POINT~GISELLE POV~I didn't sleep.How could I? My body was still on fire from the bathroom. From his hands. His mouth. The way he'd touched me like he owned me and then just... walked away.Again.I lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Listening to him breathe in that damn armchair. He was torturing me. And the worst part? It was working. Every touch. Every look. Every promise whispered in my ear was breaking me down piece by piece.And I was starting to wonder if that's what I wanted.No. No, you don't want this. You want freedom. You want—But even my thoughts were lies now.By morning, I'd had enough. Four days of this. Four days of him shadowing me. Watching me. Making me want things I shouldn't want. I got dressed. Didn't bother trying to look nice. Jeans. T-shirt. Hair in a messy bun.If he wasn't going to react to seduction, maybe he'd react to indifference."I'm going to the library," I said. Didn't look at him."I will come with you."Of course, he would. I walke
THE BATHROOM~ALESSANDRO POV~I wasn't sleeping.I hadn't slept properly in three days. Not since I'd started this punishment. Not since I'd decided that the only way to make her understand was to never leave her side.It was torture, for both of us. But mostly for me.I sat in the armchair by the bed. Watching her sleep. The moonlight through the window painted silver across her skin. Her hair was spread across the pillow. One hand tucked under her cheek.She looked innocent. Peaceful.She was neither.The gym scene kept replaying in my head. The way she'd moved. The way she'd looked at me. The yoga poses designed to drive me out of my fucking mind. It had worked. I had been seconds away from throwing her down on that mat and making good on every dark promise I had whispered in her ear.Control. You need control.But control was slipping. Every day. Every hour. Every goddamn second I spent near her.She stirred. Shifted. Threw off the covers. The nightgown she wore was thin. Short. I
THE GYM~GISELLE POV~I changed into workout clothes in the bathroom, with the door locked. Alessandro stood outside the entire time. I could see his shadow under the door.When I came out, his eyes dragged over me. Slow. Deliberate. I wore a Sports bra, tiny shorts, and my Hair in a high ponytail. His jaw clenched.‘You are doing great Giselle,’ I tell myself ."Let's go." I walked past him.He followed.The home gym was on the lower level. All glass walls looking out onto the garden. State-of-the-art equipment. A treadmill. Weights. Yoga mats.It was empty except for us. I went straight to the treadmill. Started it and began running. Alessandro leaned against the wall. Arms crossed. Just watched. I ran faster. Pushed harder. Sweat started sliding down my spine. Between my breasts.His eyes followed every drop.I could feel his stare like a physical touch. Hot. Intense. Hungry. Ten minutes passed. My legs were burning. My lungs screaming.But I didn't stop.Because he was still watch
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