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Chapter 30: Bloodied Hands

My eyes fluttered open, and a wave of nausea swept over me, rising from the pit of my stomach like a dark tide. My head spun, my throat parched, and the room tilted when I tried to move. A sharp pain twisted through my lower belly, and I groaned, curling onto my side.What was wrong with me?I reached for the glass of water on the dresser, but the moment it touched my throat, it came right back up. I barely made it to the toilet before I was retching, my body heaving until there was nothing left to give. The sickness left as suddenly as it came, leaving me strangely light, weak, but better.Probably something I ate, I told myself.After washing my face and pulling myself together, I slipped into fresh clothes and left my room.“Good morning, Miss,” Martha greeted warmly as she approached, her cheerful smile a contrast to the heaviness I felt. “You look a bit pale.”“Morning, Martha. I’m fine. Probably just tired.” I tried patting my cheeks into color.“I’ll make you chamomile tea,” sh

Chapter 31: A message written in blood

“I am watching you.” The words were scrawled beneath the box in jagged handwriting, the ink so dark it looked as though it had been carved rather than written.My scream tore out of me before I could stop it, echoing through the room like glass shattering. I stumbled backward, my knees knocking against the chair leg, my eyes fixed on the open box in horror.The bloodied heart sat grotesquely inside, wrapped in tissue that was soaked through, its metallic stench already seeping into the air.Valerio moved instantly, taking the box from my shaking hands. His face hardened the moment he saw the content. Fury etched itself into every line of his expression.My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as panic clawed its way up my throat. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My skin prickled cold, and I was sure I was about to faint.“Althea, calm down.” His voice cut through my panic, low but commanding. He dropped the box onto the table and rushed to my side. His arms went around me

Chapter 32: Ghost on the Screen

Valerio stormed through the hallway, his shoulders rigid with fury. I hurried behind him, my legs shaky, my ankle still tender, my stomach turning with every step. The package…the heart, the blood, that sickening message, flashed in my mind over and over again.We entered the security room, the air heavy with the low hum of machines. A row of monitors cast a cold glow across the walls, washing everything in shades of blue and grey. The guards straightened immediately, stiff like they were facing judgment day.“Play it,” Valerio snapped, his voice cracking through the room like a whip.One of the guards fumbled with the controls before the footage filled the biggest screen. My chest tightened. I expected to see a face. A clue. Something that made sense.Instead, the figure was a ghost.A hood pulled low, sunglasses covering everything else. He moved like a shadow, glancing at no one, leaving no trace. He walked up to the gate, slid the package into the drop-box, and walked away. Calm.

Chapter 33: Names and Bullet

They brought him in blindfolded, hands tied, dragging him like an animal. The moment the door slammed behind him the room changed,and the air tasted metallic. Valerio didn’t waste words. He walked straight to the man, took the blindfold off with one smooth motion, and looked at him like a judge sizing up a criminal.The messenger was small and pale, early thirties, face pinched from sleep or fear. He tried to spit something. Valerio didn’t flinch. He grabbed the man by the jaw, tilted his face up so their eyes met.“You thought you could scare my woman,” Valerio said slowly, the words like a blade. “You thought you could walk through my gates and leave me a heart on a plate and laugh.”My eyes drifted to him slowly. He called me his woman.The man stammered, his voice came out thin. “I… I was paid. Please. I just…”Valerio’s hand snapped. The man’s cheek flamed where Valerio struck him, a crack that made the guards wince. He didn’t stop. He struck again and again, not wildly, but with

Chapter 34: Undress

He led me to his bedroom, his hand wrapped around mine, while I stared at the broad line of his back.The corridors twisted endlessly, the silence heavy, anticipation clawing at my chest. His stride was purposeful, his grip firm on my elbow as though he was guiding me into the heart of something I wasn’t ready for.The doors opened with a slow creak, revealing a space that reeked of power. Dark wood walls, shelves of leather-bound books, the faint smell of cigar smoke…everything about this room belonged to him. Valerio turned, his eyes locking onto mine, sharp enough to pin me where I stood.“You’ll stay here tonight,” he said, voice firm, before letting my hands go.He crossed to his mahogany desk and picked up the phone. His tone shifted, cold and deadly. “Find her. And finish her.”My head snapped toward him. “Find who? Elara?” The words rushed out before I could stop them.He raised two fingers to his lips, silencing me without looking my way, continuing his order.No doubts, it

Chapter 35: His hands, My shame

My hands drifted to my clothes clutching them tighter as he mirrored my gesture.“Are you going to shower with your clothes on?” he said looking at me intently.“Oh…shower.. Yes, shower.. Uhh I mean no” I said, suddenly stuttering.“Then take it off” he said pointing at my clothes“In front of you?” I asked and he just stared on like I didn't ask him a question. A minute.. Two passed.I suddenly saw myself in the air as he carried me, his bare chest, mingling with mine. My nipples hardened as I prayed he didn't notice. He lead me to his bathroom that looked like heaven. Sleek and polished. Black marble countertops with a crystal decanter sitting on the edge of the sink, its contents glinting like dark jewels.The air was heavy with the scent of expensive cologne. “What are you doing?” I asked, struggling out of his hands.“You ask too many questions for someone who is so stubborn Dolzcezza” he said, slowly dropping into his tub.I felt slightly dizzy.“I’m not stubborn” I countered

Chapter 36: In his arns

He held my gaze as he cleaned me softly, his touch lingering longer than necessary. He brushed across my lips, still holding my eyes with his own.“Althea…”I looked at him, expectant, waiting for something more.“Dry yourself up and come to bed,” he said abruptly, standing and dismissing me with a sharpness that left me reeling.What just happened?I stared after him, tempted to call him back, but the words stuck in my throat. My body still buzzed with the ghost of his touch, with the hunger he left in me. I longed to know if he felt even half of what I felt, if his cock throbbed the way my clit pulsed at his nearness.“Ugh! Focus, Althea Kane! What is wrong with you?” I muttered, smacking my cheek lightly.At least I should be glad about one thing. Valerio cared. I didn’t know why, but he looked at me like I was some prize, some achievement. It stung, like he only cared about the fact that I was his property, that he bought me for eighty million, that kind of ownership, but it was a

Chapter 37: The Invitation

Valerio stayed, refusing to let me go even after the guards disappeared into the corridor, chasing the intruder. His arms were wrapped around me like iron, but his warmth made me feel safe in a way.“Lie down,” he said, guiding me back to the bed.I shook my head. “I won’t sleep.”“Then you’ll rest,” he countered, slipping off his shirt again. He didn’t ask permission. He slid in beside me, pulling me against his bare chest.My face burned at the contact, my cheek pressed against the warmth of his skin, the scent of him wrapping around me.“Valerio…”“Shh. Sleep, Dolcezza. I’ll keep watch.”His hand brushed my hair, slow strokes I knew he wasn’t even aware of. My body tensed, my heart pounding like a drum, but slowly, I melted into him. The danger outside didn’t matter. The betrayal didn’t matter. All that mattered was the steady thrum of his heart under my ear.And the thought I couldn’t shake…What if I didn’t just want protection?What if I wanted him?Minutes stretched into silenc

Chapter 38: The wedding game

“Attend?” My voice cracked. I thought I’d misheard.“Yes,” he said smoothly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If they wanted to hurt you with this…”He tapped the invitation with one finger. “…then we’ll hurt them more by showing up.”My chest heaved. The idea twisted inside me, sharp and intoxicating. To see them. To let them see me. My pain. My defiance. My existence.“You want me to sit there and clap while she walks down the aisle?” I snapped.“No.” His tone dropped, calm but cutting. “I want you to sit there and remind them they’ll never erase you. That you’re not some ghost. You’re flesh. Blood. Rage. And they will choke on it every second you breathe in their presence.”The words made me shiver. I wanted to argue, to scream, but a darker part of me, the part that wanted revenge, that wanted Damian to look at me and falter leaned toward Valerio’s suggestion.“And if I can’t handle it? If I break?” My voice shook.His eyes narrowed, his thumb brushing across my ja

Chapter 39: The queen they stole

The days leading up to the wedding felt like they were mine. The anxiousness of seeing them… it was like my wedding. It should have been mine, but they stole that happiness from me.Valerio hadn’t slept. I knew it. I heard the pacing at night, the low murmurs on the phone, the quiet orders he gave to whoever ran in his shadows. Yet whenever he stepped into the room, he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed with nothing to worry about. Crisp. Sharp. In control.Meanwhile, my palms were so sweaty I couldn’t even hold a glass of water without shaking.Seamstresses came and went like ghosts, measuring, pinning, whispering in languages I didn’t understand. Jewelry boxes opened, shoes lined up like soldiers, fabrics draped across chairs and bedposts until my room didn’t even look like mine anymore.It looked like a dressing room for a queen.Or a battlefield.Valerio never sat. He was always moving…on the phone, murmuring in Italian, scribbling notes, making plans. At some point a stack o

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