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Otto sighed heavily; what he feared most had happened. “You fell in love with him,” he said, and Lena couldn’t refute that.“I won’t blame you for that; Nero has a way of driving ladies crazy. But he will get bored and kick you out,” he explained, and Lena couldn’t refute it because that’s what she feared the most.“But he has never kept a woman in his house,” she muttered, trying to convince herself that she was special.“He is here,” Otto said once he spotted Nero’s men surround the cafe.Lena’s gaze moved to the door, and she spotted Nero. Her palms got sweaty before she stood up, and Nero stood next to her before his gaze was focused on Otto.“I…I invited him over for coffee,” Lena explained at once; she didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of her.“Hmm, we are leaving.” Nero wrapped his hand around Lena’s waist and pulled her closer before they walked out of the cafe and got to the car, which drove out.The drive was silent, and she didn’t know what to say; it was stupid to as

Lena was dressed in a red gown and kept restyling her hair when her phone rang.It was a local number, so she knew at once that it must be Nero, as he was the only one with her contact.“Hello?” she said once the call got connected.“Are you on your way already?” He asked, and she chuckled, Was he already missing me? Lena thought.“Not yet,” she replied.“Then I will pick you up,” he said.“No need to stress, Dante will bring me, right?” She questioned, why did he have to come back just to pick her up?“Was trying to be a gentleman,” he answered, and she laughed. Was picking her up being a gentleman?“Being a gentleman doesn’t suit you; stick to being La Mano Nera.”The line went silent for a while before he chuckled, “See you soon, baby.” Then he hung up as Lena’s cheek turned red.She sighed heavily when a knock came from the door. She held her purse and walked to the door and pulled it open.“Linda,” she called, and Linda nodded with an apologetic look.“I am sorry, sis.”“What…Lin

Nero sat on the couch, and before him were Linda and Dante, and there were some guards aligned behind them.It’s been more than five minutes, but Nero hasn’t uttered a word; he just sat there staring at Dante, then at Linda.Jules walked towards him with a bottle of wine and a glass as he had asked for it; she served it nervously with her gaze on the gun Nero had in hand.She turned to leave when he raised a hand, signalling that she stay. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.“Who should I start with?” he asked Jules, whose eyes widened in shock. Why was he talking to her, and who should he start what with?“Answer,” he stated, and Jules’s gaze moved to Dante and then to Linda.“Her,” she pointed at Linda, who curled her toes. The fact that Nero wasn’t saying anything made her even more nervous.Nero stood up and walked to Linda; he stood before her for a while before he moved to Dante and smacked his lips.“Spin the coin,” he said, and Dante’s eyes widened in shock. Who

Lena smiled weakly. “Fine, I will talk to Nero and let you know,” she replied. Since they were so invested in the wedding and Nero also really wanted to marry her, and she also had no plans of leaving his life, then she could go through with it.“You are excited about the wedding, right?” Joan questioned, and Lena nodded; now she couldn’t help but imagine herself in a wedding gown and walking down the aisle.“Why are you here?” They heard Nero’s voice from the sitting room and both hurried over to find he was standing in front of Quero.“The little miss invited me over; if not, why will I ever show up in the house of a man who rendered me a cripple?” Quero questioned as his gaze diverted to his crotch.This caused Nero to chuckle, “Are you that ungrateful? I broke just one leg, and you don’t even thank me for it.”Quero clenched his fist before Joan hurried to them. “Nero,” she frowned at him before pointing at Quero.“Look at his condition; didn’t you both used to be friends?” She as

It was the night before the wedding; Nero had spent the week making preparations. He didn’t want his enemies showing up to hurt Lena; he was going to give her the fairytale life she deserved.“What are you thinking about?” Lena asked while lying on his chest.“You,” he replied, and she chuckled and looked up at him.“What about me?”“Many people told me I was no different from my dad; they said I became a criminal just like him,” he explained, and Lena sat up. She loved hearing him talk about his family; this was her chance to get to know him better.“I believed them… I mean, I still believe them.”“He was neither a good father nor husband, so I was scared—scared to get married and treat a woman exactly how my mother was treated.”“You will be a great husband,” she assured him, and he rubbed her lips.“What if I end up having a child who pulls a trigger at me?” he questioned. He had done the same to his dad, and he knew so well that karma was real, so what if his son does the same to