LOGINAurelia Rodriguez and Dante Salvatore had been married for three years. In these years of marriage, he had treated her coldly and never acknowledged her but she always bore everything with a smile on her face because she loved him unconditionally. She has given everything to this marriage but all she received was the news of his first love returning to the country, the woman he still loves. He had provided her with everything, all his care and love that Aurella wanted but she stood strong. Finally, making a decision for herself, she decides to give up on him. She knew love can’t be forced so she decided to love herself. She no longer feels hurt. As Aurelia arranges the divorce papers, she finds out … she is going to be a mother. Second thought crossed her mind to tell Dante, maybe his heart would melt for her but she doesn’t want sympathy or … love out of pity. Finally she gives up on her family and signs the divorce paper and leaves. Months later, he finds her but … he doesn’t look happy. She asks him to leave since they have divorced but he pins her to the wall and growls. “ Divorce? “ he scoffed and watched her with a hardened gaze. “ that is never fucking happening. “
View MoreDante’s PovGone.Three days.Three fucking days since Aurelia vanished like smoke, and every second felt like a blade twisting deeper into my chest. I still couldn’t believe it. She’d disappeared- she had walked out of our penthouse, out of my life, taking my soul with her. I’d burned every contact, every favor, every dark corner of this city to find her. Private investigators, hackers, men who owed me blood debts. Nothing. Not a single trace. She was like a ghost, and the silence was killing me slower than any bullet ever could.I sat slumped in my office chair at 2:17 a.m., the city lights were mocking me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bottle of whiskey on the desk was almost empty. My head throbbed and my vision blurred at the edges, but the alcohol did nothing to dull the ache. Only made it sharper. I kept seeing her. The paleness that morning, eyes avoiding mine, the way her lips had trembled under my kiss before she left. I’d been so fucking blind. I thought she wa
Dante’s PovGone.The word echoed in my skull like a gunshot, drowning out everything else. My mind seemed to forget everything or things that surrounded me. The beeps from Grandfather’s monitor, Jessica’s hesitant breathing, Father’s unyielding stare. My hand gripped the phone so tight I felt the case creak under my fingers. Vlad’s voice was still spilling out, frantic, but I couldn’t process it. Not yet.Aurelia. Gone.“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?” I snarled into the receiver, already shoving past Father and towards the door. The VIP suite room felt too small and the air felt too thick, like it was choking me. I burst out into the hallway and immediately nurses scattered as I stormed toward the exit, my tie flapping loose like a noose I’d escaped.“Dante- ” Father’s voice called after me, but I didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. The hospital doors whooshed open, spitting me out into the cold evening air. My car was waiting at the curb, engine idling. I needed to move, to ru
Author’s PovDante burst through the hospital’s private entrance like a storm. His polished shoes squeaked against the sterile marble. His hair, which was usually meticulously styled, was a wreck now. A few strands fell into his eyes. His tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he’d forgotten to tighten. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the air-conditioned chill. His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he could feel it in his throat.The security guard recognized him instantly and waved him through without a word. A nurse in crisp navy scrubs hurried forward.“Mr. Salvatore, this way. VIP wing, room 1402.”He didn’t thank her nor did he slow down.The corridor smelled of antiseptic and money. Muted voices drifted from behind closed doors as he shoved past a cluster of family retainers until he reached the glass-walled waiting area outside the suite.His father was standing there. Example of what he called ‘ perfection’ ; tall, silver-haired, impeccably suited, speaking in l
Dante’s PovThe city skyline stretched out behind the tinted glass like a gray, indifferent wall. I sat behind the wide desk, files spread open in front of me … mostly contracts, projections, numbers that should have demanded every ounce of my focus. But my mind refused to stay anchored. It kept drifting back to her.Aurelia.I leaned back in the leather chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood. She looked so pale this morning. Fragile in a way that didn’t suit the woman who had smiled through three years of my cold silence. The faint shadows under her dark brown eyes, the slight tremble in her hand when she adjusted the strap of her bag… I’d noticed every damn detail. I always noticed her, even when I pretended I didn’t.Why the hell can’t I stop thinking about her?A low growl escaped my throat. I ran my fingers through my perfectly styled hair, messing it up, but I didn’t care. I should have insisted on driving her to Mia myself. Mia was good- excellent, even but she wasn’






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
reviews