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Chapter 9

Author: Diva Queen
last update publish date: 2026-09-18 12:22:33

Livia Solene

What on earth is he playing at?! What kind of sick, twisted game is he running? Walking right into the lion’s den? Coming straight into our penthouse?! Has he completely lost his mind?!

“Mr. Cortez,” Vincent gushes, his voice pitching up into that nauseating, subservient register that makes my skin crawl. “I am so glad you decided to accept my invitation to meet.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante. But his dark, intense light-brown eyes aren't looking at Vincent at all. They
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    Livia SoleneThe volunteers at the villa handled the chaos with terrifying speed and efficiency. Before the ringing in my ears even faded, they shielded the children, calmly reassuring them that the loud explosions outside were merely an unexpected display of daytime fireworks for the celebration. No panic. No screaming. Within minutes, Dante’s perimeter guards dragged the bodies away, washed the blood off the pavement, and erased every trace of the violence.Now, I sit huddled in the plush leather backseat of Dante’s heavy, armored SUV, my entire body trembling violently. Dante sits right beside me, his large, warm hand clutching both of mine with an iron grip that almost hurts. The heavy privacy divider is rolled all the way up, completely blocking the driver and security detail from seeing into the dark rear cabin.“Mi reina, talk to me,” Dante rumbles, his voice thick with raw, suppressed panic.He yanks me toward him, hauling my shuddering body straight against his massive chest.

  • The Mafia's Illicit Obsession   Chapter 48

    Livia Solene“You really look so pretty, Livia.”“Really?” I murmur, my heart softening instantly as I slowly kneel down on the cool tiles beside Amaya, one of the little girls staying at the week-long private sanctuary Dante built for these children.Amaya is completely absorbed in her artwork, her tiny hand clutching a bright blue crayon as she carefully fills in the shirt of the woman she drew on her oversized paper. As I watch her trace the lines, I realize with a quiet spark of delight that she’s picked out the exact shade of my silk shirt and high-waisted denim.“Yes! That’s why I decided to draw you,” she announces proudly, holding the paper up for me to inspect with a massive, gap-toothed grin.“Hmm... I think you made me look way more beautiful than I actually am, Amaya.”Amaya shakes her head with absolute, deadpan seriousness. “I can’t do that because you’re already pretty.”A breathless, genuine laugh bubbles up from my chest. Kids really don't have a single drop of filter

  • The Mafia's Illicit Obsession   Chapter 47

    Livia Solene The moment the private elevator chimed and the doors slid open, pure excitement surged through my veins. I couldn't wait to sprint out into the entryway and meet our dog, but before I could take a single step forward, Dante’s heavy, calloused hand clamped firmly around my upper arm. I paused, looking up at him. “What?” “My brother is here,” he said, his golden eyes locking onto mine with a flat, serious intensity. “What?!” I squeaked, my heart instantly leaping straight into my throat. My immediate instinct was to turn on my heel and crawl right back into the private parking garage below. Dante had casually mentioned over the phone that someone was taking care of the puppy while he was away handling business, but he omitted one massive, crucial detail that someone was his own brother. And now that brother was standing right inside his private penthouse! “He was the one watching our dog,” Dante added smoothly, stepping out of the elevator first and pulling me ge

  • The Mafia's Illicit Obsession   Chapter 46

    Livia Solene“Dante, your men might hear us!” I hiss through a sharp gasp as he thrusts deeply inside me, pinning me to the plush mattress inside the private master suite of his jet.“No, they can’t, mi reina,” Dante rumbles, his voice thick and heavy with possessive heat.His warm, calloused hands frame my jaw, holding me steady as his lips trail down the column of my neck, pressing lingering, bruising kisses against my pulse point, purposefully leaving a dark mark to claim my skin. The hum of the jet engines vibrates beneath us, but all I can feel is the intoxicating heat of his body pressed flush against mine. It’s not just intense, it’s overwhelming, a raw, suffocating intimacy that steals every drop of oxygen right out of my lungs.“I missed you,” he growls against my throat, his pace slowing into deep, agonizingly thorough rolls that make my toes curl into the sheets. “Every single f-cking hour you were away from me was pure torture, Livia. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't breathe.”

  • The Mafia's Illicit Obsession   Chapter 45

    Livia SoleneDante genuinely wants to drag me straight down to hell with him, because he refuses to stop looking back at me while we sit around the dining table! He is supposed to be keeping his distance, focusing his sharp attention solely on my husband instead of locking me in his golden, heated gaze every two minutes.I don't know, and honestly, I don't even want to find out whether Vincent has any clue or even suspects the kind of psychological warfare Dante has been waging across this table for the past thirty minutes. I bet he hasn't noticed a damn thing, completely blinded by his own endless monologue. After accidentally shattering that wine bottle in the hallway earlier, Vincent didn't dwell on it for more than a second; he simply got a fresh vintage from the cellar and resumed talking nonstop.“It certainly seems like you have an extraordinarily busy schedule lined up for this week, Smith,” Dante remarks smoothly, leaning back in his chair with casual elegance.It’s an obviou

  • The Mafia's Illicit Obsession   Chapter 44

    Chapter 44Livia SoleneDante had to slip away into the predawn hours before Vincent even began to stir, leaving the cavernous penthouse dead and suffocatingly quiet once again. For the first few hours, the only sound in the apartment is the heavy, drugged silence bleeding out from the master bedroom, where my husband is still completely paralyzed by exhaustion and the heavy dosage of sleeping pills I slipped into his water glass.I sit at the marble kitchen island, slowly sipping my morning coffee, letting the caffeine burn my throat as I try to process the swirling chaos of my life.The silence, however, doesn't last. Heavy, dragging footsteps echo down the hall, and a moment later, Vincent stumbles into the kitchen. He presses the palms of his hands against his temples, groaning in sheer agony. I have to physically bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud at how utterly wrecked his precious, meticulously maintained face looks right now.Vincent despises anything t

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