Semua Bab She Died His Wife, She Returns His Enemy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The weeks following that night in the woods unfolded with careful restraint, each interaction loaded with tension, unspoken boundaries slowly shifting beneath Elise’s careful watch. The D’Amaro estate hosted yet another gathering—a private cocktail reception where the lines between family, allies, and enemies blurred with deceptive ease.Elise arrived dressed impeccably, the deep emerald gown hugging her figure with calculated elegance. She navigated the crowded room like silk through fingertips—smooth, controlled, deliberately distant—even as she felt the heat of Cassian’s gaze following her every movement.But tonight, Cassian was not her primary concern.From across the room, Matteo watched silently, his presence an understated threat. Elise had felt the careful pressure building since their last encounter, aware that Matteo had not forgotten the boundaries he'd tested—nor her uncertain response.She paused to accept a champagne flute, aware of Matteo approaching her from behind. H

Cassian’s revelation had left Elise shaken, trapped somewhere between relief and a quiet dread she couldn’t quite name. His memories of their past life should have been impossible—but they weren’t, and that changed everything.Yet, as days passed, Cassian didn’t speak again of what he’d remembered. It was as if he, too, feared acknowledging it might make it all too real. Instead, they navigated a careful silence—each aware of the other, each uncertain how to bridge the growing gap between what they knew and what they dared admit.Then came Matteo’s masquerade—a lavish, elegant affair held at the grand ballroom of the D’Amaro estate. It was a carefully orchestrated event, designed to flaunt wealth and power beneath glittering masks and deceptive smiles.Elise chose a sleek black gown, its neckline graceful yet subtly provocative, adorned only by a single, delicate black diamond pendant—painfully reminiscent of the earrings Cassian had once given her. A satin mask concealed her identity

Elise returned to her apartment after the masquerade, Matteo’s whispered threats still lingering, twisting sharply beneath her ribs. Sleep was impossible; the weight of the secrets she’d guarded so fiercely now felt unbearably heavy.Restless, she opened the drawer where she’d carefully hidden the evidence she’d gathered against Matteo—the files collected under Elena Cruz’s identity, her ultimate leverage against the D’Amaro empire.As she pulled the drawer open, her heart slammed violently against her ribs. It was empty. The files were gone.Panic surged sharply, her breath catching painfully as she stared down at the emptiness, instantly realizing what had happened.Someone had discovered Elena’s careful web of secrets. And now, that someone had everything needed to expose her—not only to Cassian but to the world.Her phone buzzed suddenly, causing her to flinch. She snatched it quickly, her screen illuminating a single, anonymous message:Did you really think Elena Cruz could hide

The anonymous threat lingered relentlessly in Elise’s mind, the stolen files a sharp reminder of just how vulnerable she’d become. She’d immediately tasked her most trusted investigator to uncover who was behind the messages, yet days had passed without answers—only frustrating silence and dead ends.Every instinct pointed to Matteo. His proximity, his carefully measured words, his subtle manipulations—everything suggested he was behind the threats, even if he refused to confirm it openly.Restless and desperate, Elise finally agreed to meet Matteo at his private villa, convinced that confronting him directly might draw out a clue. As she arrived, her pulse raced beneath carefully concealed tension, her composure a fragile armor around her fearMatteo greeted her at the door, calm and unreadable as always. “Elise,” he murmured softly, stepping aside to let her enter. “You look tired.”She met his gaze directly, determined to hide her fear. “It’s been a difficult week.”He tilted his h

Days passed quietly after Matteo’s chilling confrontation in the rain, yet the threats remained an ever-present shadow, a constant reminder of Elise’s vulnerability. She felt trapped, cornered—every careful step bringing her closer to an impossible choice.She’d kept her distance from Cassian, painfully aware that Matteo was watching. Every brief encounter between them felt strained, each glance charged with unspoken regret and quiet longing. Elise had chosen to protect him by staying away, yet the distance only deepened the sharp ache inside her.One evening, after another tense day spent avoiding Matteo’s careful scrutiny, Elise found a small, delicately wrapped package waiting at her apartment door—no note, just a familiar emblem sealing the silk ribbon: Matteo’s unmistakable mark.Her pulse quickened sharply, suspicion twisting violently in her chest as she carefully opened the package, revealing an antique silver locket, delicately engraved with intricate vines and flowers.Her h