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SEVENTY-TWO

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-22 03:00:30

SEVENTY-TWO

Isabelle threw a few glances his way, noticing his steady stern expression throughout the drive. He didn't spare her any look as soon they got into the car. It seemed like they were back to the no speaking period when things became weird between them. And all these pointed right to one conclusion—it was impossible to understand this man. One minute he was all over her and the next he wasn't.

And the embarrassing part was that she was always a willing participant to his needs because she will be damned if she said she didn't enjoy every single bit of them. But what did that have to say about her dignity?

It was like every single attempt to avoid his advances always proved futile…leaving her wanting more—needing more. Noticing that his side eye was on her, she looked away quickly gazing through the window. She bit the inside of her cheek when she remembered Cici.

How many women had he been with?

Was it what he really said it was? Was it really just once?

Was this how it wa
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    SEVENTY-FIVEThe music being played was rather elegant. Strings and the beat of the music blending with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. This was a gathering of powerful mafia families, of mafia men that gave off lethal looks to passerbys. The chandeliers gave an even better lighting to the room. With the air in the room smelling of expensive perfume and cigarette, while waiters made their way through the crowd, offering champagne in delicate crystal glasses.His father was nowhere to be seen. Not that he expected him to show up. He never did because his own father always saw him as a threat of some kind.And then something else—someone else took his attention. She stepped in and everyone else vanished from sight. It was just him and her. Alessandro stood, with a glass of scotch in his hand, his eyes trained—no, devoted to one woman. His wife.His enemy.His obsession?Isabelle.He took a strained gulp of the drink hoping to dilute whatever was r

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    SEVENTY-THREE“I want you naked.”Isabelle's eyes widened at the realization of what he had just said. She was well aware of how her mind began conjuring up a meaningful response. “I…I can't do that,” she murmured after seconds of silence between them.“You can and you will,” he affirmed. His tone depicted just how sure he was of the possibility. Whatever space that was left between them was covered in an instant leaving them directly against each other with their eyes glued to one another's. “I just can't, Alessandro. I don't want to,” she whispered. His nearness was doing a lot to her unsettled mind, and dear God she wanted to run away from it all. She noticed how her pulse quickened and without hesitation she started chanting a mantra in her head:I hate him?I should hate him.I hate him!“Give me more reasons to hate you, Alessandro…please. You're my captive and I can't be stuck on Stockholm syndrome,” she pleaded in her head, her eyes still firmly fixed on him.“Then I’ll have

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