Semua Bab Owned By The Devil Himself : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Ortensia couldn’t understand what he said. He wanted her... what does he want her for? That was the question echoing in her head, round and round till her chest started to feel tight.“What do you want me for?” she asked, her voice shaky like it was holding onto air.Vito licked his lips, his dark eyes locked on her. How could she not understand what he meant by that? He had never been a man of many words, but even silence from him carried weight.“Just know, Ortensia, I can’t let you go,” he said, his tone calm.“Why can’t you let me go, Vito?” she asked, taking a step back even though her hands trembled. “You said I’m not a captive here, but that’s how I feel. I can’t breathe in this house, I can’t move freely, and you...”He cut her words short by holding her hand. His grip was warm but firm, the kind of hold that says don’t fight me, just listen. He stared deep into her face for a long moment before speaking.“I want you here with me, doll. Just take it like that for now,” he said

ORTENSIA POVI sit in the living room, my phone in my hand, staring at Vito's name displayinhbon the screen. My thumb hovers over the call button, but I can’t press it. I just keep staring, like the phone might give me the words I don’t have. "What would I even say"My chest feels heavy. I think of texting, maybe something short, something that doesn’t sound like I care too much. But even that feels wrong. Every word I imagine sounds stupid, every emoji feels like a mistake.I remember the way he looked when he said those words. That look in his eyes... it wasn’t like him. It wasn’t Vito the killer, the boss, the man who dragged me into his world. It was something else. And that’s what messes with me. That’s what won’t leave my head.I sigh and put the phone down. I can’t do it.The silence in the living room feels heavy. I can hear the clock ticking, the faint hum of the lights. I stand up, start pacing. I can’t sit still. My head keeps spinning with the same thoughts. Maybe I should

Vito needed some fresh air. His head is full of silence and thoughts he didn’t want to face. The weather was cold, the kind that bit your skin but cleared your head a little. He stepped out into the compound, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. The first puff hit deep, smoke curling into the dark sky. It calmed him for a bit.He stood there, lost in thought, until movement caught his eye. From afar, he saw Ortensia. She was walking slowly toward the swimming pool, her head low, her body language like someone carrying too many thoughts at once. He didn’t move, just watched from the corner.She stopped right in front of the pool, staring at the water. The lights from the mansion reflected off her face, showing that soft sadness he hated seeing on her. Vito took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes fixed on her every move.Then she started pulling her clothes off, one piece after another, till she stood there in her bra and panties. His jaw tightened, no matter how many

“I love you,” he repeated licking his lips slowly. “I’m not lying about that, doll. My feelings are real, and I don’t ever think I would’ve fallen in love again.”Ortensia just stared at him, her heart beating fast, it made her throat tight.“But I think it’s fate,” he continued, his voice deeper now. “Because you are the first woman I ever fell in love with before my heart turned cold. And now, here you are again, melting it away. Making me feel again, making me fall in love with you all over.”He reached out and pulled her closer, his hand gentle as he wiped away her tears. His touch was soft.“Vito…” she whispered, her voice shaking.“Shhh.” He hushed her, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I’m a hundred percent certain this feeling ain’t one-sided. You feel the same, doll. That’s why you’re hurting, that’s why you’re angry. You’re fighting something that’s already yours.”Ortensia closed her eyes, her lips trembling. She wanted to deny it, to say no, but her body wasn’t listening. The

Giulia… enemy. That was what Rico had been trying to tell Ortensia. The words kept echoing in her head. She didn’t even know how her legs carried her to Giulia’s room, but when she pushed the door open, she saw her sitting there calmly, painting her nails.Giulia looked up with that smug smile she always wore. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Ortensia,” she said softly, crossing her legs. “Or is it because Vito finally showed you who he really is?”Ortensia folded her arms. “We need to talk.”Giulia chuckled. “Talk? About what, doll? About how your lover boy is losing interest? Because trust me, it’s only a matter of time before he drops you. Mafia men don’t love... Love is weakness.” She said it like she was proud of it.Ortensia clenched her fists but tried not to show it, especially when Giulia called her doll. “I don’t care what you think. I’m not here to talk about me and Vito, but Rico.”“Oh?” Giulia tilted her head, pretending to think. Ortensia’s chest tightened, anger cra