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Missing chapter 57: The Blindfold

Lana’s POVTwo days.That’s how long it’s been since Ricardo asked me who Charles Gregory is to me.If this were me months ago, before the mansion, before the hospital, even before I learned how to survive under Ricardo’s roof, I probably would have stuttered, looked away, and given myself away before he even finished the question.But captivity has its own cruel form of education.Here, you learn composure the way a soldier learns to shoot through necessity. You learn to lie smoothly, convincingly, not because you want to, but because telling the truth is the fastest way to bleed out.So I told him Charles Gregory was nobody to me, just the enemy. I even went further, forcing my voice into something serious, almost offended at the idea that Charles could mean anything to me.I had said to Ricardo that I noticed the distress and frustration that golden fucker inflicted on him. Gosh insulting Charles burned my throat. I had told Ric:“Your enemy is my enemy, Ricardo. He’s a thorn in ou

Chapter 61: The Woman He Can’t Lose

Lana’s POVThe words Antonella spoke, the threats she made, replays in my head like a death knell.I am the bitch she wants to kill, the cause of her pain. And Ricardo, the man who just confessed his love, is also the man who created this terrifying reality. I walk out of our hiding place, with a numb body."She wants to kill me," I mutter.I force myself to look at Ricardo. My heart pounds faster when I say it again, louder this time. “Your girlfriend wants to kill me.”Ricardo’s eyes blaze with anger instantly. “If she lays even as much as a finger on you, I won’t hesitate to—”"She’s the mother of your children!" Angelo cuts him off with a yell.Ricardo turns towards Angelo with blazing eyes, as his chest rises and falls with fury.“And Lana is someone I can’t fucking lose to Antonella! I am not letting my possessive, psychotic girlfriend touch Lana.”I gulp. Did he just say that? For me? My heart wants to leap, but guilt chains it down.Angelo throws his arms up, exasperated. “You

Chapter 62: The Holy Grail

Lana’s POVHe guides me inside his secret mansion with his hand gentle and firm at the small of my back. My legs feel weak as he leads me to the sofa and I sink into it.He doesn’t say a word at first. Just disappears into the kitchen and returns with an ice bag. My brows lift in astonishment.Ricardo is always rough, always commanding, always passionate with a fire that burns instead of soothes, but now, he crouches before me like I am something fragile. Like I am breakable.“Here,” he murmurs too tenderly. He gently lifts the hem of my gown, and the cool press of the ice touches my thigh. I gasp softly. His fingers brush over my skin as he rubs the ice bag in place, with goosebumps filling the surface of my skin.It’s not just the ice that makes me shiver, or brings goosebumps to my skin. It’s him. His closeness. His scent. The way his eyes, when they finally meet mine, soften into something that looks like… devotion.He strokes my other thigh with his free hand, deliberately avoidi

Chapter 63: The Monster in the Mirror

Ricardo’s POVThe drive home is a suffocating silence, a prison of my own making. It wraps around me like a noose, and no matter how hard I try to loosen it, it only tightens.My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus. But my mind isn’t on the road, it’s on Lana. Her face, her voice and her body.I can still hear her begging me to fuck her, to take her, to finish what she started when she let me touch her. The way she begged me was a vulnerability that made me feel more powerful and more alive than I ever have.The flashbacks come fast, violent and distracting. Her moans replay in my skull on loop, the way her nails dug into my back, the way she said my name like I was her salvation.Fuck. I’m losing focus.I blink hard, trying to snap out of it, but it’s no use. Lana has me by the throat, by the balls, by every fucking part of me. How did Lana do this to me? How did she get under my skin so quickly, so completely?I’m supposed to be thinking of how to prove she was th

Chapter 64: My Heart Beats For…..

Ricardo’s POVI don’t breathe when I see her— My mother, Geo.Her white hair is perfectly curled, not a strand out of place. Her thin, red lips are pressed into a tight line, and her long trench coat cinches her frame as if discipline itself is wrapped around her body.She walks down the staircase with disappointment dripping from her eyes before she even opens her mouth.I hate Antonella for this. For dragging her here. For forcing me to face the one person I'm most afraid of disappointing.But I hate golden shitface more for giving Antonella the courage to play with fire like this. He doesn’t know what he’s done. He doesn't know the monster he’s awakened.Antonella doesn’t even like my mother. She never did. Geo believed from the beginning that we started too young, too recklessly. I was twenty-four, and Antonella was sixteen.My mother had warned me. She told me that family ties and a love that burned so brightly at such a young age can be a recipe for disaster when it comes to bri

Chapter 65: The Invincible

Charles’ POVI am ready. Jacket pressed, gun holstered and mind sharp. I’ve been counting down the minutes until Louis Café, rehearsing my approach with Antonella.Finally, a meeting that can push my war with Ricardo forward. Alma fucked me over, she was too afraid to go through with it, so now I’m the one handling it myself.I glance at my wristwatch—7:39 a.m. Twenty-one minutes left. Enough time to make it. Enough time to win.A chime from my laptop pulls my attention away from the watch. It's an email from Antonella. I click it open as my heart thump with anticipation.I scan it quickly:Change of venue. Change of plans.My brows furrow. I continue reading:Get me a picture of his bitch. When you do that, then we meet.I freeze. I reread the lines again before my rage explodes.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I clutch my hair with both hands.I was so damn close, so close to drawing blood and now Antonella was moving the goalpost. A picture of Lana? A picture!Ricardo’s done something. He’s do

Chapter 66: Borrowed Time

Lana’s POVThe silence of the secret mansion is a living thing. It breathes, it whispers, it closes in on me. When Ricardo is here, the mansion is alive. But when he’s away, all I can think about is him. He fills my mind, my body, and my very soul.I toss and turn in bed, clutching the pillow he last touched and inhaling the trace of his cologne. My body aches in a way I hate to admit, like it only exists when he commands it.I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s not enough. Not unless it’s him.“Fuck,” I whisper, catching my breath.It's been merely 48 hours since I've seen Ricardo, yet my body is screaming for his touch. I close my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep, but all I can see is his face, his smirk, and his dark eyes that seem to see right through me.I can't take it anymore. I slip my hand under the waistband of my panties, as my fingers find my already wet pussy."Fuck," I whisper, with my hips bucking slightly as I start to rub my clit in slow circles.I imagine it's

Chapter 67: A Perfect Lie

Ricardo’s POVI walk down the stairs with clarity in my chest and victory radiating through me. I did it. Antonella canceled her meeting with Charles. The anonymous tipper. The bastard who thought he could sneak into my world, who thought he could shake Antonella’s loyalty.The night before hadn’t gone well with my mother and Nella, the conversation between us three was a disaster. But for me, I count the scoreboard differently. Antonella canceled. That was all that mattered. A win is a win.I smooth the cuff of my shirt as I button it, telling myself that today, finally, I will be the man my family needs me to be. No mafia business, no calls, no distractions. Just family. My children, my girlfriend, and my mother. I even repeat it to myself as though reciting a prayer: family first today.And yet, as always, Lana slips through the cracks of my focus. Her laugh, her body. The way she folds beneath my hands and then rises again like she was born for me. My dick twitches just thinking o

Chapter 68: The Other Woman

Ricardo’s POV"Mommy, daddy, ewwwww!" Gianna's high-pitched sound of pure childish disgust, makes me instantly pull away from Antonella’s lips.My mother bursts out laughing, and the maid holding Isabella chuckles along with her. Antonella’s face twists in surprise and disgust from my spontaneous and forced kiss.It’s written all over her—anger, contempt, a woman who knows she’s wrong for enjoying a kiss from the man she hates with every fiber of her being.Yet, in the next breath, she turns her head and softens her features. She plasters on a smile as she walks to the maid and scoop up Isabella from her arms.“Mi bella bambina,” Antonella coos, rocking my youngest daughter against her chest. Isabella wriggles, chuckling out loud.I look at Isabella, expecting the easy affection I get from Gianna, but she just stares at me. Her wide eyes view me as a stranger intruding on her little world.The sting hits me harder than it should. She’s mine, my blood, my baby girl, yet she doesn’t see

Chapter 69: Dangerous Loving

Ricardo’s POVI can smell the scent of her perfume the moment I burst through the door of the secret mansion. I am desperate. My dick is hard with need, and my mind screams her name.I have to see her, touch her, and silence the demanding voice in my head that only she can quell.“Lana! Lana!” I call out with urgency and desire.I search the ground floor, with my eyes scanning every nook and cranny, but I don’t see her. I take the stairs two at a time with ragged breath, driven by the urgency of a man drowning in his own obsession.I find her in the master bedroom. She is standing near the window. I gasp softly as I take in the sight of her. She is wearing the crimson lingerie I asked Luca to pick for her the very first time I took her.It’s a thin, sheer fabric that barely covers her skin, emphasizing her curves I’ve come to crave. I smile slowly, “Is this for me?”Lana doesn’t respond. She just looks away from me with a stiff posture. Her gaze is fixed on the wall as if she can’t be

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