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Fifty Seven

Author: B . A Lumina
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 01:06:57

ELENA POV

The next evening, I continue with my original plan..

So When I push open the door to the lounge, the first thing I see is Daemon already watching me.

He’s sitting back on the low leather sofa, one arm draped across the backrest like he’s waited all day just to see me. His shirt is open at the collar, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Elena,” he drawls, standing up as I walk in. “You look… different tonight.”

“Different how?” I ask, forcing a soft laugh, head tilted, pretending to be shy.

“Like you’re finally letting yourself breathe,” he says, his gaze running over me in a way that should make my skin crawl but tonight, I let it. I need him to think I like it.

I sit down across from him, legs crossed, and meet his eyes.

“You’re late,” he teases.

“You’re impatient,” I counter, smiling faintly.

He chuckles, that smooth, practiced sound. “I missed you.”

My stomach tightens at the lie, but I let my lips curve. “That’s dangerous to say to a married woman.”

“And ye
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    ELENA POV The next morning, Alex leave for an urgent meeting in another state, he will be traveling for a few hours and he leaves a kiss on my forehead as I pretend to sleep before he closes the door behind him quietly I wake up sluggishly and Sophia bursts into my room without knocking, hair in a messy braid, sunglasses perched on her head. “Get dressed,” she orders, tossing a linen dress onto my bed. “For what?” I mumble, still half asleep. “An antique market,” she says. “You need sunlight before you start looking like a haunted painting.” “Rude,” I mutter with a smile, but I drag myself out of bed anyway. By noon, we’re wandering narrow aisles between cluttered stalls downtown. The city smells like coffee and exhaust, and everything feels alive in a way the mansion never quite does. Sophia picks up a chipped porcelain teacup. “This looks like your resting face,” she teases. I roll my eyes, but I’m laughing. “You’re impossible.” “Yet here you are,” she grins.

  • The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart   Sixty Six

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  • The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart   Sixty Five

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    ELENA POV I should’ve known Samantha wouldn’t stay quiet for long. After everything that’s happened, I almost convince myself the worst has already happened. But the worst always has a way of finding me. The day starts normally enough. If you can call wearing designer silk around a mansion guarded by men with guns normal. Alex leaves early for meetings. He’s quiet, distracted, but kisses my forehead before he goes. The gesture is small, but it stays with me all morning. I sip coffee on the terrace, letting the sun warm my skin, trying not to replay the look in Rachel’s eyes yesterday outside Daemon’s office. Her Suspicion, possessiveness, fear because she knows she has something that doesn't belong to her.She knows something, or at least she suspects, But she doesn’t know everything and that’s my advantage. Sophia texts around noon, asking to go dress shopping again, but I decline. My mind is too restless, I decide instead to do something stupid.A drive.Marco insists on co

  • The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart   Sixty Two

    ELENA POV I should feel nothing after all this is a mission. A lie. A carefully spun game. But walking into Daemon’s office again, knowing what I’m about to do, still makes my pulse race. The receptionist watches me for the second time like I’ve grown two heads. Of course she does. I’m Alexander Bianchi’s wife. What business do I have coming here, especially after the last time I was here and bumping into Rachel in the elevator.The rumor mill must be spinning out of control, good I smirk at that thought Daemon stands by the window, back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone to his ear. The view of Manhattan sprawls behind him, but his gaze snaps to me the second I step inside. “Elena.” His voice drops an octave. Warm. Too warm. “Am I early?” I ask, feigning innocence. He hangs up. “Never too early for you.” I walk closer, careful, each step calculated. My dress clings to my hips, chosen for this moment. His gaze drags over me openly. “Interesting choice,” he murmurs, nodding at

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