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Chapter 40( In shock)
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2025-08-07 23:00:13
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Darren rested his head on my shoulder, the weight of him surprisingly comforting. The quiet between us was not awkward, it was warm, like the hush that came after a storm, heavy with unspoken words but no longer filled with fear.The steady rhythm of his breathing brushed against my skin, and my fingers instinctively moved to his hair, threading through the soft strands like it was the most natural thing in the world.I didn't know how long we sat like that, two broken people finding solace in a silence louder than any apology. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the moon outside the window. It bathed us in silver, casting shadows that danced across his face.Then, he turned.His head lifted slowly from my shoulder, and for a moment, he just looked at me. No smile. No smirk. Just… looked. Like he was searching for something behind my eyes."You don't have to stay, Alina," he said, voice low, barely more than a whisper. "You don’t owe me anything”My heart clenched at the
Wrong bride to the right husband Chapter 40( In shock)
Third person's POV…The cold brass of the doorknob bit into Darren’s palm, but he couldn’t move. He stood frozen by the slightly ajar door, every breath caught in his chest as the words from within wrapped around him like a noose.Inside, Vito’s voice was still low, gravelly, and unaware of the silent audience just outside.“You know I wanted to let him do his own things, give him room to grow,” Vito said into the phone. “But seeing as he’s turning now, I think it’s high time I stepped in. I can’t lay a finger on my own son. The heir to my rival's empire… and mine too.”Darren didn't think any of that was true.“He's refused to take over the ruins left by Alexandro. I thought he would come around and…”“Exactly” he replied the person on the other end. “And I wouldn't lay a hand on my son”Son.His son?Darren’s grip on the doorknob slackened as his knees weakened. A wave of nausea and disbelief surged through him. It couldn’t be true. Vito? His father? It had to be a trick. Some elabo
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