Semua Bab Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal: Bab 81 - Bab 90

TWO BROTHERS PLANS Marco POVI was pretty surprised he showed up immediately I called him. like he didn’t know what he was after my Leona. I had told her to go inside and clean up that I had somewhere important to meet up.Now I was standing across from Luca, both of us worn out, like two dogs that had been in too many fights but still didn’t know how to quit.The bar was nearly empty, some cheap place off the corner where no one cared who walked in or what they carried inside their chest. I ordered whiskey, he asked for the same. We didn’t toast. Just drank, quiet, like silence could hold back all the words waiting to explode.“Luca I am so disappointed in you,” I began finally, voice rough. “You had sex with my girl in her vulnerability knowing fully well she’s mine?”Luca didn’t even flinch. He just stared at his glass like it was telling him a secret. “I might not have any regret because emotions comes with pleasure and we just had a fun time. I’m in a good mood tonight, don’t

THE DEVIL'S POV Giovanni POVThe street was still trembling when I parked. Not in the way you see, but in the way you feel it in your bones — the echoes, the whispers, the air that won’t settle after violence has walked through. Sirens were a distant hum, drifting farther and farther away, and what was left behind… broken glass, bent shutters, the sound of someone crying too soft to be heard unless you really listened. I sat in the dark, engine off, cigarette glowing in my hand like the only living thing in the car. Watching. Waiting. Always waiting.I pulled on it, slow, let the smoke fill my lungs till it burned. That burn, I liked. A reminder I was still here, still in control. And as the ash lengthened, I laughed. Quiet, bitter, the kind of laugh that sticks in your own throat. Because this? This was exactly what I wanted.The panic. The cracks. Marco storming like a wild dog too blind to see the chains around his neck. Leona’s sobs cutting through the night — sharp, broken, de

LUCAS INFORMATIONLEONA'S POVI thought the night would end when Marco stormed in, when his fists scattered men like broken glass, when Luca pulled at his arm and I screamed that Giovanni wanted this fight. I thought maybe after the shouting and the blood and the way Marco held me, maybe I could breathe again. But it didn’t stop. It never stops.Because the next morning the silence felt wrong. Too wrong.I kept catching myself looking at the window in Cassie’s room, waiting for something—someone—to be there. When I pressed my face to the glass there was just the empty road, the neighbor’s car, the faint hum of the city. But my skin still prickled.“Leo, you’re just tired,” Cassie said when she found me standing there again, arms wrapped around myself. She rolled her eyes like she wanted to laugh but didn’t want to be cruel. “Or you probably now seeing ghosts.”I wanted to laugh too. But my throat closed instead. Ghosts, yes, maybe. Giovanni was like a ghost that wore flesh, that brea

LEONA'S BEEN DRUGGED Marco’s POVI swear my chest never stopped burning from the moment I saw that space empty on the stage. She was there one second, her face in the crowd, her smile trying to hold steady even though I knew she was scared, and then gone. Like air ripped out from my lungs, like I blinked too slow and they stole her right under my nose.Cassie screamed first, I remember that, her voice breaking through all the noise of cameras and people clapping. Luca was already pushing, shoving, running through bodies like he thought he could claw her back with his bare hands. And me… I froze for one fucking heartbeat too long. My legs felt like stone and my brain was already drawing blood.When I moved, I moved like a madman. Shoving suits out the way, grabbing collars, yelling her name until my throat burned raw. “LEONA!” Nothing. Just the echo of her name in that hall like a ghost. By the time I broke out into the parking lot, tires were already screeching, black vans pulli

MY MOTHER'S MIRROR LEONA POV My head started pounding immediately my eyes fully opened like someone poured acid on my skull. My lips wouldn’t move right. I tried to speak, but the sound came out small, like a broken radio. I think I said Marco’s name. Or maybe I only thought it. I don’t even know anymore. The floor was cold under my bare legs, sticky too, and when I looked down, I saw glitter on my skin. Glitter — from my graduation dress. It looked wrong there. Then I heard a laugh — slow, stretched out, like someone enjoying the sound of it too much. “Finally awake, slut.” Valerio. Even drugged, I knew that voice. It crawled under my skin, the kind that smiled while it killed. I blinked hard, the room shifting, blurring into two, then three shapes, and behind Valerio’s smirk was another face — sharper, quieter, darker. Giovanni. His eyes didn’t blink. They just watched, studying me like I was something he’d been waiting to see for years. Something twisted in my stomach. I