All Chapters of The Don's Forbidden Muse: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Levine is nervous.I can see it in the way she keeps glancing at the windows, the way her fingers tremble as she fiddles with the chain around her neck. She doesn’t look like the Levine I knew. I have never seen her this scared before, and it scares me. She shifts in her seat, her knee bouncing as she breathes unevenly.It didn’t take us long to find her because the guy who told us where to find her had already informed her we would be coming, so she was expecting us. She made us meet her at a restaurant that isn’t bad, but one can clearly sense the tension in the air.I am seated between Miles and Alessandro in the booth, while Jamie is next to Levine, across from us. From how close she is to her, I can tell she wishes she could console her or make her feel less scared. I have been trying to figure out how to start this conversation, but I can’t seem to find the right words.“You said you found something,” Alessandro s

I don’t know how I feel when I step out of the prison. My mind is still reeling from Michael’s words. I do want to cry, sure, but the cold air seems to be drying the nonexistent tears before they can even fall.I knew that Aria and Luca dated in the past. I knew she was an assassin. But I never thought she would be the one to kill him. I didn’t think they had any sort of beef or that she hated him. From what I know, she and Luca broke up long before he and I were ever a thing, and they were at the very least cordial with each other.Why would she do that?Why would she take him away from me?It doesn’t matter if she was paid to do it—she knew him intimately. And it feels like a betrayal.My heart is beating so loudly in my ears that I almost don’t notice him.Dell.He’s standing right there, arms crossed, watching.I freeze for half a second before quickly masking my shock and staring a

My hands shake as I press the cotton to Claudia’s wound. The sight of blood—whether small or big—always sends a chill down my spine. The cut on her throat isn’t deep, but it’s enough to shake me. Enough to remind me of another night, another wound, another moment when blood and love tangled into something I didn’t understand at the time. And given that this scar has been caused by the same person, I am scared.Luca.The memory crashes into me, pulling me back to that night.I run my fingers over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the scars he never wants to talk about. Luca has scars—a few of them. The one on his face, he freely told me about. A fight. Then there’s the one from when Alessandro shot him. But the one he never talks about is this one, just below his ribs. I press my lips to it and look up at him as he leans against the headboard.“What happened here?” I ask.He tenses, his fingers stilling against my skin. For a moment, I think he’ll brush it off, tell me some half-truth

I turn slowly, not taking my eyes off her as I step closer. I can see the fear in her eyes, and honestly, a part of me is happy. She took my life, my husband. I have no mercy for her or her people.“It must be a daughter,” I say in a slow and deliberate voice.She flinches, and I know I hit the nail on the head. Who would have thought someone as heartless as her would have someone she cared for? I mean, she’s an assassin, for chrissake. Didn’t she think for a moment that having a child would be a huge disadvantage in the lifestyle she lives? Because, one way or another, someone was going to find them and use that child as leverage. I see the way her hands clench into fists, the way her eyes dart away like she’s already imagining the worst.“This… this is bigger than you think,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You only know the surface.”I scoff. “And you’re the one drowning in it.&rd

I grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ache, but it’s the only thing grounding me as I pull into the driveway. I don’t know how I managed to drive here safely, but I barely know how I manage to do anything at all. My body feels like it’s moving on autopilot, my mind still stuck on the sight of that little girl. Luca’s daughter. His daughter. Almost six years old. He had a child this entire time, and I never knew.I feel stupid.The betrayal sits heavy on my chest, pressing against my ribs like it wants to break me apart from the inside out.Could that be the reason why Aria shot him? Because she felt betrayed that he was marrying me?I know she was working for someone—that part is clear. Someone sent her to kill him. But what if she could do it so easily despite knowing he was the father of her child because she felt betrayed? Because she wanted to get rid of him before he committed to me?I slowly walk