Semua Bab My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. : Bab 81 - Bab 90

AndrewFlashback On.I walked through the casino, sinking into drink and gambling, trying, for a moment, to escape the web of intrigues my life had become.Unknown faces blurred together, and the surrounding conversations were just an indistinct blur. I needed to lose myself in all of this, even if just for a moment.I didn't want to think about anything in that second.Among the games and fake laughter, my eyes met hers. She was a mysterious woman, dressed in traditional casino attire, whose challenging gaze triggered an irresistible attraction.She approached, her scanty attire clearly indicating her intentions, and in the heat of the moment, I kissed her. Her insatiable mouth met mine as if she wanted to undress me with her gaze. She pulled me to a more secluded corner, and then we walked through the corridors until she led me to a place in the casino that seemed to be a room or something of the sort.Her features were striking; the black hair emphasized sensuality, and her makeup

Andrew De LucaSeeing her leaving the house in such a wounded state, running as if she'd been severely hurt, made me realize one thing: I was a fool.“Go after her now,” I ordered one of the employees standing beside me.“What a mess, Don,” Lorenzo remarked, watching me closely.Emma didn't deserve this behavior from me. It might have been who I was, but I knew I felt something for her. I didn't want to lose the only woman who managed to stir any kind of emotion in me.As the security went to bring Emma back, Lorenzo noticed that the unbearable journalists had left after the gunfire I'd ordered.“Sir,” the maid approached, and I glanced at her. “Miss Ize and Mr. Gian will arrive today; their plane is due to land in a few hours. She requested that you pick them up from the airport.”My mind was so muddled; I'd forgotten that Ize and Gian were returning today. I'd arranged for them to go to Italy, where they'd be safe for a while until things settled down. But now, I needed my sister cl

Pov Andrew The lack of news was killing me every moment; I had to deal with Emma's disappearance and the likely betrayal by my own uncle. I paced back and forth in the office, searching for answers to everything that was happening.“Don, we'll figure this out. We'll get the money back and find Emma,” Lorenzo suggested, attempting to calm me down.“I don't give a shit about fucking money, Lorenzo. That's the least of my concerns. My worry is having a backstabbing uncle and my pregnant wife in his hands.”My wife… It was the first time I spoke it aloud, sincerely. My hands were icy, and surprisingly, neither whiskey nor cigars could calm me down.My face twisted with rage.“We need to make sure my uncle actually kidnapped Emma and what he intends to do with her. If it's true, I'll kill him with my own hands, I swear, Lorenzo,” I kept my eyes on the security cameras.“I don't understand the motives, Don. Antonio is wealthy, even more than he should be.”“Ambition!” I clenched my fists.

POV Andrew Everything in my life started going wrong when they closed my father's coffin, and my supposed adoptive mother left. Imagine, for a fifteen-year-old, that kind of pressure. I took on everything very young. That day was the only time I screamed. The pain of mourning was unbearable, and even though my father and I clashed, he was the only person I had left. Back then, all I could feel was hatred for her for leaving us, and I didn't know the real reasons why my mother had to go. But now I knew… and I also knew that she was Emma's real mother. Fate was a bastard and loved to play with people's lives. It was clear. For the longest time, I thought my uncle was my mentor. He took care of me while I was submissive and innocent, thinking he would stay in power. But when I matured enough to understand that all of this was mine, and if I wanted the respect and honor of being the Don, I had to walk on my own two feet, he began to distance himself. So, I did what I had to do. I did

POV Andrew After finding out my uncle was a backstabber, I wouldn't have any other choice—I'd go after him and kill if necessary. Emma was my responsibility, but more than that, he had betrayed my father for years, and being his brother, my father never suspected a thing. The worst betrayal was within the family, and he was going to pay for it, or my name wasn't Andrew. I sank into the armchair in the living room and lifted the glass to my lips. Whiskey, my drink of choice when I was enraged, and there was just too much to process all at once. The maid lit the fireplace; it was cold. My mind wandered to Emma. How was she doing now? I was terrified of losing her, more than I'd ever felt for anyone else. I felt powerless — not being able to save her without knowing exactly where she was. This time, I wasn't dealing with Giovanni Moretti; it was my own uncle. And I knew how ruthless and dangerous he could be. Lorenzo approached and sat beside me. We sat in silence, staring into th