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Chapter 68 - Shattered Flight
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Raffaele’s POV The wind roared, and foam sprayed like froth over the raging sea. Saltwater burned in my lungs and stung my eyes. The small cliff we had managed to climb overlooked the turbulent Atlantic Ocean in uproar. I held Valentina in my arms; she was shaking, the cold seeping deep into her bones. Then, finally, I heard the familiar sound of Enzo’s helicopter hovering above the stormy waves. As the helicopter closed in and lowered, Kareem popped his head out. “Raffaele, grab my hand!” Kareem shouted through the wind. “No, take Valentina first!” I said, gripping her thighs firmly and heaving her upward. She was weak and slippery. “Raffaele, I can’t hold!” she screamed as she fell back. Kareem reached for her, but their hands slipped apart, and she fell back onto the rocks with a thud. I couldn’t catch her. We both stumbled backward. Then Kareem grabbed me with an iron grip around my arm and dragged me into the helicopter. “No, Valentina!” I screamed. “
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 68 - Shattered Flight
Valentina’s POV The seaplane rocked gently on the water before take off, its sleek frame glistening under the gray sky. I sat beside Raffaele in the cramped cockpit, my soaked bikini clinging uncomfortably to my skin. Cold and miserable, I struggled to steady my ragged breath, eyes flicking to him as he gripped the controls with practiced ease. Despite the exhaustion shadowing his face, his gaze remained sharp and focused. Then the seaplane groaned under the strain as it skimmed above the turbulent waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The ocean fumes misting the windows with a fine veil of moisture. We sat like that in silence for over an hour Inside that cramped cockpit, Raffaele’s hands gripped the controls, knuckles still white with tension. The cold ate me up, but the adrenaline kept me rigid, eyes darting to every flicker of warning on the console. “We’re losing hydraulic pressure,” Raffaele said with a tight voice. “The controls are sluggish. This isn’t normal.” I swall
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Valentina’s POV I sat in Raffaele’s lap, my cheeks pressing against him. I could feel his heat beneath me. I had to keep him here—drag him away from all the poisonous family drama swirling around us. That snake Fiametta was exactly as Raffaele had described: dramatic, unhinged, and obsessively possessive over Enzo. And his father? A tragic, washed-up playboy drowning in his own failures. And Domenico—God, don’t even get me started. His dark comment rattled me to the bone. He hated her guts, truly. If I were her, I’d be careful what I drank around him. So, I sat there, looking innocent in his lap, trying to distract him. The Assyrian goatskin lay nearby waiting to be used. “Raffaele, look at me.” He was so deep in thought it was hard to get his attention for once. “Valentina, look… this is not a good time for play… I’m thinking.” “I can see that,” I said, and kissed his neck. “Think of something else… think of me.” I trailed down to his chest. “See… all bette
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Tariq Al-Mansour’s POV Someone’s voice hissed through the line, sharp and urgent. “The situation has changed. She’s not behaving as I expected.” A cold pause, then a bitter laugh escaped my lips. “What, you’re a little slow? Didn’t you know? I thought you paid closer attention?” A slight annoyed pause. “No. And if you knew the circumstances had changed, why didn’t you tell me?” I scoffed. “I don’t have to tell you anything. I have my own reasons for hunting her. Why? You don’t think I’ve tried? She’s a slippery bitch—that cunt.” “You must change your plan, Tariq. If you don’t, I lose everything.” The person’s tone dropped low and dangerous. “She’s a threat I can’t ignore. Make her think she’s winning… but make her suffer first. Break her spirit slowly—then finish the job.” There was a pause, as if weighing every word carefully. “No mistakes. No mercy. If this goes sideways, it’s on you.” The voice hardened into a ruthless whisper. “Do what’s necessary.” I l
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Raffaele’s POV Valentina held the gun steadily, aiming it toward the door and loading it with practiced ease. Then, without warning, Fiametta burst in—fiery red hair wild, thick cakey makeup, teetering on high heels as she dragged her suitcase behind her. “Enzo! Where are the concierges? You have to help me!” she pouted dramatically, stumbling into the room. Enzo was busy trying to assist her while a breathless Domenico entered alongside a stern-faced Giuliana, who had her arms protectively around Rosalia, my mother. No one noticed the gun—until Fiametta’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. “Oh my God, Raffaele, are you really sleeping with that slut? Paolo’s daughter, you know—the infamous archaeologist who got shot!” She smirked, eyes flicking to the gun. Valentina lowered the weapon awkwardly, fury boiling just beneath the surface, her knuckles white from gripping it so tight. “No, I wasn’t expecting uninvited company,” she said coolly, “and I don’t appreciate gue
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Valentina’s POV We were halfway through dinner when Raffaele’s phone buzzed quietly. He slipped on his earphones, his face tightening just slightly. I watched him, sensing the mood shift before he even spoke. “Sir, I’ve got a new lead,” Matteo said urgently. “Valentina’s father, Paolo Bianchi—his death does have ties to Ricchezza Oils. It’s a mess, and I’m still piecing it together, but be careful, Raffaele. Whatever happened… it was an insider job. I’m guessing Domenico, like you said. Who else would have the motive?” I saw Raffaele’s eyes darken. “That’s all for now, Matteo. Keep me posted. Dig deeper—find out everything you can.” I couldn’t hear what Matteo was saying, but judging by the look on Raffaele’s face, it was something important—and unpleasant. I asked innocently, “What was that all about?” “Internal affairs. Nothing for you to worry about,” he replied with his tone clipped and firm with no room for further arguments. I shifted uneasily in my seat, unused to bei
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