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Chapter 8: Haunting thoughts.
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The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 11: Up close
Chapter 11:SierraI swallowed hard and forced my shoulders to straighten as soon as our eyes met.Whatever had threatened to rise within me, shock, memories of us together, or something else that threatened to blow my carefully crafted cover, I pushed it down immediately. There was no time for that, I should only focus on what I came here to do.I inhaled slowly, steadying myself and forcing my expression back into place.The composed Sierra De Luca who was obviously in charge of her life.Across the room, Dante remained standing in the doorway, watching me intently.There was something in his gaze—something I recognized too well. Not recognition, no. That would have been impossible. But there was a pause, maybe a flicker. Something close to surprise… or confusion.I held his gaze without flinching, even as my pulse beat unevenly against my ribs.His appearance had barely changed, yet everything about him felt sharper now, making him look more dangerous.His hair was neatly arranged,
The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 10: Are you ready to face him again?
Chapter 10: Are you ready to face him again?SierraI woke up to the morning sunlight filtering softly through the tall windows of my bedroom, Sierra’s bedroom that was now mine, well, apparently because I was in her body. The light from the window stretched across the floor until it reached the edge of my bed. The warmth brushed against my face causing me to squint as I forced my eyes fully open.I had barely slept. The heaviness behind my eyes made that painfully obvious. Every time I tried to drift off during the night, my mind dragged me back to the same thought.The thought of Dante, the thought of what I was about to do today.I slowly pushed the covers aside and sat up. The silk sheets rustled softly as my feet touched the floor. For a moment I simply sat there, at the edge of my bed, collecting myself, forcing my breathing into something steady.My hair had completely escaped the bonnet I wore to bed. The dark strands had spilled messily across my shoulders and down my back.
The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 9: "Don't let your mask slip."
Chapter 9: "Don't let your mask slip."The night air felt cool against my skin as I stood on the balcony, staring out into the darkness the way someone might stare into a mirror, quiet, uncertain, and full of questions I didn’t want answers to.The wind brushed past me in soft, restless waves, teasing the loose strands of my hair and carrying the scent of the garden below. It danced around me gently, as if trying to calm the storm brewing in my chest. I lifted the glass of wine to my lips, Dante’s favourite wine, the same I had ordered at the party, and let the taste linger there longer than necessary.I shouldn’t have been thinking about him.But I was. Or maybe I should, and it should be how to destroy him.I hadn’t expected the effect he would have on me at the party. One look from him and the carefully built walls I had spent the past six months constructing had trembled—just a little, but enough for me to notice. His eyes had locked with mine, and for a heartbeat, I had forgotte
The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 8: Haunting thoughts.
Chapter 8: Haunting thoughts.Dante's POV I stood by the window again.It had become a habit I never consciously formed, yet one I never broke. The city stretched beneath me, endless streets, fading headlights, the slow pulse of the night. But none of it settled the restlessness twisting inside my chest. I lifted the glass of wine to my lips, the same vintage Sierra had been drinking at the party. My favourite. For a split second, just for a fleeting one, I had thought she reminded me of Elena. Hell, she could have been Elena. I let out a bitter laughter.My fingers tightened around the stem of the glass.It had been two years.Two whole years, and the nights had not grown any easier.I turned away from the window and walked toward my desk. The drawer resisted at first—as if even it wanted to keep the past buried, but it slid open with a low scrape. I reached inside and pulled out the small photograph I could never bring myself to destroy.Elena and I, standing on the balcony of the
The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 7: The little heiress
Chapter 7: The little heiress Viviana's POV The drive home was painfully quiet. Raw anger from the event still lingered somewhere within.Dante was sitted beside me in the car, staring out the window the whole time, his eyes stayed locked on nothing, his mind clearly far away. I kept my gaze on the dark road, but every few seconds, my eyes slid toward him. He didn’t blink much. He just kept his head straight ahead. This wasn't a good sign. He was thinking about her.I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.My jaw tightened. The last time I had seen Dante have this reaction over a woman was two years ago. Elena, she has been taken out of the way.The scene from the ballroom kept playing in my mind like a broken film reel. The moment Sierra De Luca walked into that ballroom, Dante’s attention snapped to her like a magnet. I saw it right away, I noticed The way his eyes widened a little. The way he froze. I didn't know what it was, big something definitely flickered.Then he sneakily lef
The Mafia ex wife's revenge Chapter 6: "Have we met before?"
Chapter 6: I watched as Viviana’s hand slowly wrapped around Dante’s arm securely, almost like she was staking a claim, like she was marking her territory, sending a direct warning to me to stay away from her property, something she stole from me. I gritted my teeth, but maintained a smile. She leaned close to him with a warm, practiced smile. I understood it clearly, I understood everything, and if gnawed at my insides. “I don’t think we’ve met, have we?” she asked, her voice smooth. I straightened in my seat and cleared my throat, trying to keep my expression calm even though anger was crawling under my skin. My fists tightened under the counter where she couldn’t see them. “We haven’t, Viviana,” I replied. “At least not officially.” She gave another smile, a wide but empty smile. “I’m Viviana,” she said, extending her hand. “Dante’s partner.” She had a malicious grin on her face, the same one she had when she pushed me from the balcony two years ago. The word par
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