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Chapter Thirty-two : Husband, I'm not giving up.
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2025-08-12 22:04:04
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The letter took forty minutes to read. Not because it was long , two pages, front and back, the handwriting small and unhurried , but because certain things needed to be set down and picked back up again. Certain sentences required the particular attention that you gave to things written by people who knew they were running out of time and had chosen to spend what remained of it on you specifically. When they finished Lorenzo had taken the letter and folded it back exactly as Irina had folded it and placed it inside the notebook and closed the cover. He had done it with a care that struck Natalie as one of the most quietly reverent things she had ever watched another person do. Neither of them spoke for a while after. The morning had moved on around them, the light in the kitchen shifting from early grey into something warmer, the sounds of the house staff beginning their day filtering through from other rooms. Ordinary life, proceeding as it did. "She named names," Lorenzo said
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The notebooks arrived at seven in the morning. Four of them. Bound in dark cloth, the kind of plain, practical notebooks you bought without caring how they looked because what went inside them was never meant to be seen. Anita had arranged the courier overnight , some chain of hands and locations that Natalie didn't ask about and Anita didn't offer , and they sat now on the kitchen table in a row, slightly worn at the corners, the handwriting on the covers small and precise and entirely ordinary. Irina Roman's name was on none of them. Just numbers. One through four. The discretion of a woman who had learned to keep her most important things unmarked. Natalie made coffee. She made enough for two, which meant she was expecting Lorenzo, which meant she knew without having checked that he had been awake since before she was. She poured both cups and sat at the table and looked at the notebooks for a moment before opening the first one. She had read the transcription last night. Th
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Ninety-One: The woman who hid Matteo
By eleven that night, the house had gone quiet. Lorenzo was still upstairs, buried in calls. Natalie sat alone at the kitchen table with Anita's file open in front of her and a cup of tea she had forgotten to drink. The first thing she found was her name. Not hers. Irina. Irina Volkov before she became Irina Roman. Natalie read slowly. Forty-one when she died. Breast cancer. Officially. A clean death. Almost too clean. She went back to the page. The diagnosis had come six weeks after Irina found Matteo. Natalie stopped. Six weeks. She circled the date. Then she kept reading. --- Irina had been a teacher when she met Viktor. No money. No powerful family. No reason to belong anywhere near the Roman empire. She was twenty-eight. They met at a gallery opening. Viktor had been there for reasons she never knew. He charmed her, married her within a year, and slowly changed the shape of her life. She stopped teaching six years into the marriage. But she never gave up the
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Ninety: Matteo Is Alive.
The two men were being held in the basement. It wasn't a dungeon or anything dramatic. Just a secure room with a table, two chairs, and a large observation window. It had been built for moments like this. Lorenzo's men had captured them in the office building before they ever reached Natalie. By the time she finished her supplier meeting, both men were already in custody. Marco was waiting outside the room. Lorenzo walked in alone. Natalie and Anita watched from the observation room. Over the past few months, Natalie had seen many sides of Lorenzo. She had seen him kind, patient, protective, and dangerously calm. This version was different. This was the man who had spent years leading people through impossible situations. He sat across from one of the captives. Neither of them spoke at first. The silence stretched. Finally, the man broke it. "We're not talking." His Russian accent was thick, his confidence obvious. Lorenzo didn't react. "You will." His voice was calm
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Thursday arrived the way life changing days often do. Looking completely ordinary. The sky outside was the same pale grey it had been all week. The coffee maker hummed in the kitchen. The house followed its usual morning routine. Shower. Clothes. Breakfast. Nothing hinted that this day would split their lives into before and after. Natalie had learned not to trust ordinary mornings. She was dressed by seven in a dark jacket and comfortable flats. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection for a moment. It wasn't vanity. It was a quiet check to make sure she was ready. She was. Downstairs, Lorenzo was already waiting in the kitchen. He handed her a cup of coffee without speaking. They stood side by side in comfortable silence, the kind shared by two people who had already said everything that mattered the night before. "My team is already in position," he said at last. "How many?" "Enough. Every exit is covered. Two men inside, three outside. Anita wil
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Eighty-Eight : Re-strategize
The file Anita sent was forty three pages long. By the time Lorenzo came downstairs, Natalie had already spread every page across the dining table. His hair was still damp from his shower, but the moment he saw the documents, something changed in him. The grief he had carried over the past few days quietly disappeared behind calm focus. He stepped closer. "What did Anita find?" he asked. Natalie handed him the first page. "Three important things. First, Fiona's communication records with the unknown contact. Second, a report tracking my aunt's movements over the last three days." She paused. "The third one is what really matters." Lorenzo lowered his eyes to the page. He read silently for a few moments before looking back at her. "She made a mistake." Natalie nodded. "Yes." For months, Fiona had been incredibly careful. She rarely made mistakes. Every message was coded. Every meeting was planned. Every move was calculated. But no one could stay perfect forever. Eventu
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-Two : Little to Imagine
His gaze sharpened, a shadow passing over his face. “That’s irrelevant now. It was a mistake to even consider it.” “Tell me,” she urged, stepping closer, her hand finally reaching out, her fingers brushing his arm. The contact was electric, a jolt of raw sensation. “Please, Lorenzo. Tell me the t
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Sixty-One : Begging for mercy
The next morning, the mansion felt different. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken words and an oppressive silence. Lorenzo was gone. His usual early morning presence, the faint scent of his coffee, the distant sound of his voice on the phone—all absent. Anita, her eyes downcast, brought her a
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Fifty-Four: Devilish Temptation
He carried her, not towards the door, but deeper into the room, towards the opulent, king-sized bed that dominated the far wall. Each step was a deliberate, powerful declaration, her body swaying with his rhythm, her face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating musk of his skin,
The Devil Who Bought Me Chapter Forty-Nine : Commentary
Natalie didn't know why she turned on the entertainment gossip channel that morning. She had woken up quite late, had her bath and was settling into her carefully laid out breakfast. She opened her phone and decided to scroll through some industry gossip. What she didn't expect to see was her name
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