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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: Just tonight with the devil
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Alessia opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came forth.Her hands were shaking so badly she had to grip the edge of the hospital chair just to stay steady. Dante stood frozen in front of her — jaw clenched, eyes burning into hers — waiting for her to reply.And then Alessia finally spoke.It came out in pieces. In broken breaths.In the kind of voice that only exists when someone is bleeding from the inside."Fine," she whispered. “You want the truth? Then here it is.”There was silence and lots of tension in the room, as everyone was waiting for what she had to say.Alessia herself couldn’t look at him.Couldn’t bear to see the disappointment she was sure she’d find.So she stared at her hands instead… the same hands that had given her sister away.“I didn’t know, Dante… I had no idea they weren’t real hospital staff.”Her breath hitched as tears flowed freely from her eyes — it was a sharp, painful thing.“Mira was only a few hours old. She was so tiny, so warm and beautiful, I
THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION FORTY-THREE: Alessia's secret
[SOMEWHERE IN ROME]A young woman sat naked at the edge of a dimly lit room, the dull glow of a flickering lamp casting shadows across her skin. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of her. Smoke curled from her lips as she scrolled through the endless news updates, her expression unreadable.Her lips twisted into a bitter smirk as another headline flashed across the screen—Damon’s Affair Exposed. Engagement call-off confirmed.“It always comes full circle, doesn’t it?” she murmured, tapping the ash from her cigarette onto the worn wooden chair beneath her. “You found your way back to each other. Huh?”The air in the small apartment was thick—reeking of sweat, sex, and something darker. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, mingled with empty bottles, used syringes, and an assortment of firearms. On the walls, dozens of photographs were pinned like a twisted detective board, connected with red strings, newspaper clippings, and
THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: Just tonight with the devil
Alessia clung to him like she’d die if she let go—legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms locked around his neck, face buried into the crook of his neck where his scent—musk and a hint of smoke—wrapped around her like a drug.In the hands of Dante Moretti, she always felt safe.It didn’t matter that those hands had once strangled a man until he begged for breath…It didn’t matter that they’d held bloodied knives, pulled triggers without hesitation, or crushed hearts without remorse.In his arms, she didn’t care about the devil he was in the world.Because to her, he was still the man who once kissed her knuckles like she was sacred.Still the man who knew her favourite songs, who stayed up late just to draw her while she slept on his chest.Tears slipped down her cheeks as their lips crashed again—hungry, desperate, and sinful. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into her as his tongue slid across hers in a dance they knew all too well. A low groan rumbled from his
THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: I want to call off the engagement!!
[LATER THAT NIGHT]The game went on—more dares, more truths, more laughter—but Alessia’s smile was beginning to feel forced, like a fragile glass ready to shatter.Damon hadn’t looked at her in over twenty minutes. Not once. His focus was completely on Rachel—how he whispered in her ear, how she giggled like a teenage girl, how their hands brushed far too often to be innocent.Alessia couldn’t breathe. Her fingers curled into her dress beneath the table. She stood up, brushing imaginary dust off her gown. "I need to use the restroom," she said tightly to no one in particular and walked off.As she slipped past the crowd, she realized Damon had disappeared too. Her eyes scanned the room, and Rachel’s seat was now empty as well.Her heartbeat picked up.A gut feeling.Something dark. Something awful.She began walking faster, heels clicking against the marble floor, following the corridor leading to the back hallway of the grand villa where some of the guest rooms were.She paused.A so
THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION CHAPTER FORTY: Truth or Dare?
It had been 24 hours since the disappearance of Mr and Mrs Rivera —Alessia’s father and Mother —yet there was still no sign of them.The police and search teams had been alerted immediately, but despite their efforts, they remained missing.Alessia sat slumped on the hospital bench, her cheeks stained with tears, her head resting on Caro’s shoulder as her friend gently stroked her hair in silence.Dante had left shortly after the chaos.And Damon … hadn’t said a single word.But Alessia could feel his fury radiating from across the room—the way his eyes drilled holes into her, cold and calculating. She knew she was in for hell with him.Then, the door creaked open.A doctor stepped inside.Everyone rose to their feet.“We’ve found your father and mother,” the doctor said calmly. “They were found outside the hospital.”---[HOSPITAL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER]“Dad!” Alessia cried, rushing toward him.Mr. Rivera sat in a wheelchair, looking exhausted and pale, but alive. While her mother wa
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The girls turned sharply, their conversation dying on their lips, only to see Dante standing there—his broad frame leaning against the doorframe, the cold night breeze tousling his raven-black hair. His expression was blank, carved in stone, but his eyes—those stormy eyes—were locked, as always, on Alessia.There could’ve been a thousand women standing before him, each one more dazzling than the last, and yet, he would only ever see her.That’s what happened when a man’s heart was tethered to just one girl.Caro rose to her feet, rage swirling in her chest. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiles as she marched toward him, her voice rising with each step.“How could you, Dante?” she spat, eyes blazing. “How could you humiliate her like that? Make a deal—talk like that—so casually about…” her voice cracked, “about how you had her?”Her words echoed into the night.On a normal day, Dante would’ve snapped. He would’ve hurled something venomous in return. But today, he didn’t. He simp
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