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2025-05-16 21:00:04Her head rested against his chest—her savior. Her eyes flickered, trying to take in the moment. The last person she thought would risk his life for her was now holding her close. A storm of emotions swirled inside her. Should she be thankful to him? Or upset that he saved her at all?
She slowly looked up—and it was him. Her husband.
Her lips trembled as she met his eyes. They were dark and intense, scanning their surroundings, searching for the source of the chaos. Smoke and fire filled the air, making it hard to see anything clearly.
“Are you okay?” a voice called out, but it wasn’t his. It was one of his grandfather’s guards who had come to rescue them. Just as the guard reached for her hand, tiny droplets hit her face. Confused, she raised her fingers to her cheek—then she saw a flicker of pain on Roman’s face.
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Roman entered his office, shut the door behind him with a dull click, and shrugged off the robe halfway, letting it hang loose. He dropped into the leather chair and opened the laptop. The call connected.Alessio’s face filled the screen, grim as ever. Behind him, people moved in and out of frame—one of Roman’s safe houses, judging by the narrow halls and iron-barred windows. Alessio blinked, then smirked. “You’re such a bastard. Put on a damn shirt.”Roman gave a dry laugh. “You’re lucky I answered at all.”“You owe me a drink,” Roman leaned back in his chair, continued.Alessio blinked. “For what?”Roman let out a low chuckle. “Darien. I called it. He was a fucking pawn. I win the bet.” Alessio groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Dickhead.”Roman smirked. “Bleeding and still sharper than you.”“Fine,” Alessio muttered. “Evening, I’ll pour you the damn drink myself.” Roman gave a smug shrug. “Make it two.” Roman’s smirk faded as he shifted forward, resting his elbows on the des
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The morning light crept through the tall windows, soft and pale. Roman stirred in the unfamiliar bed, the ache in his wound and the soreness in his body making it hard to move. Slowly, he sat up, pulling the robe tighter around him. The mansion was cold and silent. He stepped out of his room, his footsteps echoing faintly, making the place feel even emptier.He paused at the sound of movement from the kitchen and walked inside.“Master…” the maid greeted quietly. “Bring me my breakfast,” Roman ordered, then turned on his heel and looked around the room with sharp eyes. He ate in silence, his mind elsewhere.Curious, he called out, “Where is Vera?” The maid replied softly, “Madam left early for the NGO, sir.” Roman felt a flicker of relief. He didn’t need to see her now. Something pulled Roman toward her room. He wasn’t sure why, but his feet moved before his mind could stop them.The door creaked softly as he pushed it open. The moment he stepped inside, a familiar scent wrapped aroun
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The blood oozed steadily from his wound. The bullet had grazed his arm, but it was deep enough to make it burn like fire. The bandage his men had hastily wrapped around it was now soaked and hanging loose, completely useless. Roman sat alone in his room. He felt trapped here—by the walls, the lies, away from Lilith.His breathing was shallow as he stepped into the bathroom. With one tug, he ripped the bloodied bandage off. The red-stained cloth dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He looked at himself in the mirror—sweat on his brow, blood trailing down his arm, eyes tired and distant.It was manageable. He just needed to stitch it.He opened the drawer beneath the sink, pulling out fresh bandages, antiseptic, and a needle. As he cleaned the wound, his mind wasn’t on the pain. It was elsewhere—spiraling. He was the one who’d set the trap… and still, he walked straight into it.For the first time in a long time, he felt something close to weakness. Not because of the injury. That he
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Vera’s heart pounded in her chest. The lie Roman had just thrown at her was too much to handle. But the bigger question hung in her mind—why had Grandpa summoned her? Did he find out something about them? A thought crossed her mind—should she tell him the truth about Roman? Would it even help her? Or would it only put her life in danger, along with the people she now called family?She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. Her hands were damp with fear. She could hear her heartbeat echoing in her ears as she walked into the room, Rocco following close behind.Grandpa’s eyes landed on her, sharp and searching. Their eyes met.“Vera, you didn’t tell me…” Grandpa said, raising a questioning brow.“Wh-what?” she stammered, her eyes flicking toward Roman. He didn’t give away a single emotion. His face was unreadable.“That you’re going to give me a grandchild... You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”The words hit her like a slap. She swallowed hard, licked her lips twice, trying
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Roman’s eyes shifted first, followed by Lilith’s and Vera’s.“Master is calling you, Roman,” said Rocco Moretti, his gaze flickering between the three of them.Rocco had been with Roman’s grandfather for nearly fifty years—taken in when he was just ten. He had served loyally ever since. Roman respected him, maybe even trusted him more than the old man himself.“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Roman replied firmly, his gun still aimed at Vera’s forehead.Rocco didn’t say a word, but the look he gave Roman said enough—he didn’t approve. Not of this. Not of her.“He just wants to check on you,” Rocco added before turning on his heel and leaving the room.The tension snapped right ba
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Her head rested against his chest—her savior. Her eyes flickered, trying to take in the moment. The last person she thought would risk his life for her was now holding her close. A storm of emotions swirled inside her. Should she be thankful to him? Or upset that he saved her at all?She slowly looked up—and it was him. Her husband.Her lips trembled as she met his eyes. They were dark and intense, scanning their surroundings, searching for the source of the chaos. Smoke and fire filled the air, making it hard to see anything clearly.“Are you okay?” a voice called out, but it wasn’t his. It was one of his grandfather’s guards who had come to rescue them. Just as the guard reached for her hand, tiny droplets hit her face. Confused, she raised her fingers to her cheek—then she saw a flicker of pain on Roman’s face.
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Roman was walking toward them—and somehow, Vera would be the one blamed as always.“Luciano,” Roman said, his voice cold as he stopped beside them. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flicked to Vera for the briefest moment. “I was just keeping your wife company,” Luciano said smoothly, fixing his cuff. “Didn’t think you’d mind. She’s a little… tense tonight.”Roman didn’t respond. His attention had already shifted back to Lillith. The change in him was clear. The cold man became something else—softer, warmer. Dangerous in a different way.“Sorry, I kept you waiting,” he said to her.“You’re here now,” Lillith smiled, sliding her fingers up his chest. “That’s all I care about.” Vera looked away, her chest tight. The heat of Luciano’s cruel words still clung to her skin, but this cut deeper.Lillith turned to her with a tilt of her head, lips curling.“You look like you’ve been crying,” she said, mock concern in her voice. “You always were so… delicate.” Vera froze. “What happened to your
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Clad in an elegant off-white gown, Vera stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes swollen from all the crying. She had taken a long, scalding shower, trying to scrub away the blood, the guilt, the memory—but nothing helped. She had cried until her voice broke.She would never forgive Roman. But more than that, she would never forgive herself—for letting another innocent come close.Her hands still trembled. She could feel the ghost of Darien’s last touch, and the memory of his blood on her lips made her stomach twist. Pulling a soft shrug over her dress, she wished the ground would open and swallow her whole.But no such mercy came. She was still alive—still caged inside the Devil’s mansion, where hope didn’t exist. A soft thud at the door broke her trance. Her reflection in the mirror mirrored the pain she was trying so hard to hide. “Come in,” she said quietly, The handmaid stepped inside, keeping her eyes lowered. “Señor is calling fo
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"You’re ignoring me," Darien said as he leaned against Vera’s cubicle wall. She looked up quickly, scanning the room, making sure there was no sign of danger."I’m not. It’s just..." Before she could finish, he stepped inside and leaned closer. She pulled back instinctively, trying to keep some space between them."Then why do I feel like you’re lying to me?" he asked with a smirk, reaching out to wipe some cupcake cream from the corner of her lips with his thumb."Stop it, Darien," she said softly, brushing his hand away. Her eyes held fear—fear of Roman finding out about Darien’s presence, or worse, how Darien was starting to behave around her."You need to control yourself," she added, stepping away. She didn’t want to give him any wrong idea. She didn’t want him to read her kindness as something more. She had only needed a friend—someone she could smile with and feel normal around. Lately, however, Darien has been acting differently. At first, she brushed off his flirting. It seem
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