All Chapters of His Queen,Their War: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He didn’t move, not right away. The faint sound of the clock ticked somewhere in the background, and I found myself just… looking at him.The sharp line of his jaw, the little scar near his temple I’d never noticed before, the way his dark lashes framed eyes that could burn and freeze at the same time. He looked like trouble carved into human perfection. Gazing at him reminds me of that wedding kiss.“Has anyone ever told you,” I said quietly, “that you’re dangerously handsome?”That earned me a low chuckle. “Flattery, cara mia? That’s new.”“I wasn’t flattering,” I shot back. “Just stating facts.”He finally stepped back and he arched one of his brow. “And what brings you into my space at midnight to share these facts?”I sighed and crossed my arms. “I wasn’t planning to find you. I couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”He nodded slowly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But I thought Salvatore said you love to sleep, meaning you doze off easily.”That caught me off guard. Salvatore talks

SALVATORE’S POVHer clinging to me did something I wasn’t prepared for. The feel of her arms around my neck, her soft weight pressed against me—hell, I could barely breathe. For a moment, I almost forgot where I was, who I was supposed to be. All I wanted was to keep her there, right there in my arms, where she fit too damn perfectly.But then I remembered,she didn’t want me. She couldn’t even look at me without that spark of anger in her eyes. I was the last person she wanted comfort from.Still… when she’d whispered “keep me safe,” her voice trembling, something inside me snapped. I’d carried her through the dim hallway, the thunder rumbling like distant drums, each strike of lightning catching her blonde hair, her lashes, her soft lips pressed together as if trying not to shiver or scream.I’d already prepared a room for her days ago,a quiet one I’d filled with fabrics, sketches, mannequins, everything she could possibly need for that competition she wanted to join. I knew Lorenzo

ALESSIA’S POVAfter breakfast, Giulia and I walked out of the mansion together. The drizzle had stopped, leaving behind that faint, earthy scent that clung to the air after rain. She was cheerful,too cheerful for my current mood—but her chatter somehow eased the tension sitting in my chest.When we stepped outside, Salvatore was already in the car, sitting behind the wheel like some silent, tattooed statue of patience. His sleeves were rolled up again, revealing those veins and inked patterns that always distracted me no matter how hard I tried not to notice.Giulia opened her own car door and flashed me a friendly smile. “I’ll meet you there, okay? Don’t fall asleep on the way.”I gave a half-smile and nodded. “No promises.”She laughed lightly,got into her car and drove off.I walked over to Salvatore’s car, opening the door without a word. He glanced at me briefly—his eyes dark and unreadable,then turned the engine on. The car purred to life, smooth and quiet.The drive started off

SALVATORE’S POVThe music was low, like a heartbeat beneath velvet. Nothing wild. Nothing messy. The kind of party where real power wore silence like a crown. The moment I stepped through the doors, conversations lowered. Not because I demanded it, but because the room recognized me. Or at least… who I used to be.Tall glasses clinked softly. Men in tailored suits shifted subtly. Some greeted me with respectful nods. Others watched like predators waiting to see if I’d bleed. I didn’t. I walked in like I owned the breath in their lungs. Almost all the women in the room glared at me.As I moved through the crowd, a woman deliberately tossed herself forward, pretending to trip. . Her hand reached for my arm.I stepped to the side. Clean. Smooth. Let her fall onto her knees. Gasps echoed and eyes widened. I adjusted my cufflinks. “I’m taken,” I said casually. “And my woman would kill me if I touched another.”People exchanged glances. Some whispered—Salvatore has a woman?But there was a

ALESSIA’S POVI froze.No words, no movement! Francesca had always been a liar; I was too blind to see it then.I exhaled… slowly. “Francesca, I swear—”“We’re engaged.”Two words cut in deeply, again!. She let them hang in the air like smoke from a gun.My mind stuttered. Engaged?She moved in front of me and crouched down, eye level—like she was comforting a child. “Salvatore and I,” she said, tapping her ring finger lightly, “have an engagement. You knew that, right? You must have… unless you were busy imagining a second chance with him?”Something hot surged in my chest,but my throat was too tight for words.She smiled again. That awful soft smile. “Alessia—oh, sorry—Vittoria, he always belonged to me. You? You were just a little… distraction.” She reached out and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear like a friend would. I flinched. “A phase,” she continued. “A sweet one, I’ll admit,but only sweet to him because it eventually ended.”My heart twisted as if someone squeez