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Chapter 15: You Didn’t Fuck Her, Did You?

Author: Marie Jessette

Last Updated: 2025-06-15 17:00:26

Vittorio’s POV, At Vittorio’s Mansion

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

My voice split through the marble hall like a whip. Ghost had already stepped forward, fingers twitching at the sight of her lunging at me like a wild animal.

But I didn’t flinch.

Katarina's teeth sank into my shoulder like she wanted to rip the flesh from my bones. She was sobbing, clawing at my chest, screaming something about Mateo.

Her Lover

She thought I killed him but She didn't know shit.

"You bastard! YOU KILLED HIM!" she screamed, pounding her fists into my chest, her nails leaving angry red lines. Her voice cracked. Raw and Broken. That sound dug into places I didn’t like to remember existed in me.

I let her.

Let her swing. Let her curse. Let her crumble.

One punch. Two. She was weak. That hoodie barely clung to her body, soaked in sweat, blood, and dirt. Her hair stuck to her face in clumps. Her legs wobbled like a newborn fawn.

But for a second, just one, when our eyes met, she froze. Her breath hitched. She

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tom andre

oooh I love this

Shy Corella

Katarina is my alter ego..she's strong and sharp mouthed

sasao

hope aunt malva takes care of hee

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