All Chapters of Torn between love and hate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

:Disgust and Doubts I stood in my office, staring out the window at the city lights flickering in the darkness, rolling a glass of whiskey in my hand. "Dante." I took a deep breath and downed a sip of my whiskey. The negotiations with the Santoros had dragged on for too long. That old figlio di puttana was playing games with me, but I think it's time to teach him a lesson—to make him understand that playing with me is not an option. Setting the glass down on my desk, I reached for my phone, but before I could make the call, my office door swung open, and Enzo walked in, flashing his usual idiotic grin. "How's our newlywed groom?" I shot him a deadly look and dialed Marco's number. "Come on, fratello, why are you ignoring me? I came here to congratulate you, and this is how you treat me? That hurts." "Shut up and mind your own business." I cut him off before he could continue. "Boss, I'm listening." "I want you to handle the Santoro situation." "Understood, boss." "Let me k

:Devil's Wife"What?!" Amelia shouted so loudly that everyone in the café turned to look at us."You promised you'd listen to me," I said, my voice pleading."Amelia, have you lost your mind? What the hell are you saying?" Lily stared at me in shock, while Noah remained silent, his face unreadable."Let's go to our usual spot, and I'll explain everything. I promise."Once we arrived and sat down, Jenny came over. We only ordered coffee. The entire time, the three of them remained silent, watching me with concerned expressions. When Jenny brought our order and walked away, I finally spoke."Ten days ago, my father told me I had to get married. I refused. Then he said that if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd make sure your parents lost their jobs, leaving them on the streets with no hope of recovery."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing."I know you're probably blaming yourselves right now, but don't. Not even for a second. This is not your fault. It's my father's greed, hi

:The truth shrouded in mist :DanteThe whole night was restless. When I glanced at the clock, it was six in the morning. I got out of bed, put on my pants, and headed to the kitchen. After making coffee, I sat down in the living room.What the hell was wrong with me last night?At first, I was just curious to see how she'd react or if she'd keep up her innocent act. But then... what was I even thinking? Did I really intend to kiss that woman? Absolutely not. The mere thought of her—of how easily she'd sleep with anyone—makes me sick. And yet, she still insists on playing the innocent one with me. She does it so well that last night, I almost believed her.She's infuriating.Her very presence in my house irritates me.I picked up my tablet and started reviewing the new deals Marco had sent over. After a long sip of coffee, I noted, Looks like the Romanovs are taking the easy route.Good—dealing with the Russians would have been a headache, but if they accept my terms, it makes things

:A peaceful dayThe lecture had already started when our new professor walked in."Good morning," he greeted us with a warm smile, but then, suddenly, his gaze locked onto me.What the hell? Why is he staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?He quickly cleared his throat and looked away."Alright, let's begin today's lesson."He was surprisingly good at explaining things, and he seemed friendly, too. When the lecture ended, I stood up, grabbed my bag, and was about to leave when I heard my name."Miss Adams."I turned around. "Yes, Mr. Davis?""I heard from your friends that you were unwell. I'm glad to see you're feeling better now."I gave him a small smile. "Thank you.""You've probably fallen behind on the material. It would be a shame for a student as bright as you to struggle because of a few missed classes. I can help if you need any assistance.""Thanks, but I've already asked my friends for their notes. If I don't understand something, I'll ask them. But I app

:The Devil's Thoughts :DanteI was sitting at my desk, twirling a pen between my fingers, when the office door opened, and Rosa walked in."What do you want?""Why so rude? I came to cheer you up," she said, moving slowly toward my desk before sitting on it."I'm not in the mood. Get out.""Come on, I'm already here," she teased, starting to unbutton her shirt slowly."I said get out," I repeated, my voice cold and firm. My murderous gaze met hers, and I saw a flash of fear in her eyes."Fine, sorry," she muttered, sliding off the desk and heading toward the door."From now on, unless I call for you, don't you dare walk in here again. Is that clear?""Yes... it's clear," she stammered, her body trembling slightly. The moment I finished speaking, she slipped out of the office.Stupid girl. Just because I fucked her a few times, she thinks she has the right to walk in here and put on a show.My phone screen lit up, and when I glanced at it, I saw Marco's name."Talk," I answered coldly