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ENZO’S POV I shook the last hand firmly, the merger papers were already signed and tucked away in Matteo’s briefcase. The room smelled of fresh coffee and expensive cologne, the kind men wear when they think they’re about to win big. I gave them my standard line, voice flat and controlled. “Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen. Let’s make this profitable for everyone by sticking to the rules of the games.” They nodded, smiled wide, clapped me on the shoulder like we were old friends. I didn’t smile back. My face stayed stone, the way it always did when the world watched. Inside, though something restless twisted. Happiness had been creeping in these last few days, soft and dangerous. Elena’s smile in the morning, her tauntings, and the way she looked at me like I wasn’t some broken man looking for redemption. I’d started to believe maybe this time the love I felt for her could stay. But life has taught me better. My happiness never lasted. It got ripped away in one phone cal

ELENA’S POV I reached the bottom step and froze for half a second because every pair of eyes in the foyer locked on me like I’d just walked in carrying the moon. Enzo stood there with his arm still around Mamma Rosa, but his gaze hit me hardest—dark, intense, the way it always did when he forgot to hide how much he wanted me. My legs felt shaky under the black silk, as my knees threatened to give out, but I kept moving forward anyway. Mamma Rosa’s face lit up first. Her eyes went wide, sparkling with something that looked a lot like pure joy. I saw the resemblance immediately—the same soft jawline, the same warm brown eyes that tilted up at the corners when she smiled, the same thick dark hair streaked with silver now. I’d stared at Isabella’s photos enough times to recognize the echo. This woman carried her daughter in her features, and the realization punched me square in the chest. My stomach twisted. What if she saw me as the thief who came to erase her baby girl from Enzo’s li

ELENA’S POV The elevator doors sealed with a hushed snick as Enzo dropped me onto my feet, slamming my back against the mirrored wall hard enough to rattle my teeth. My legs were already trembling, traitorously weak from the toy still buried inside me, buzzing relentlessly. He gave me no mercy, no second to find balance. His wide palm slammed flat between my breasts, pinning me like prey, while his other hand twisted the remote to maximum without warning. “Ahhhgh…” a choked, animal sound ripped from my throat. My hips snapped forward involuntarily as my cunt clenched around the toy as vicious pleasure knifed through me. “Fuck—” “Careful what you beg for, baby girl.” His voice was like gravel dragged over iron, and his breath scorched the side of my throat. “Sometimes the things you plead for come back to ruin you.” I forced my head up, locking eyes with him even while my body shook apart. “Then ruin me properly. I dare you.” A low, dangerous sound rolled out of his ches

ELENA’S POV The bath water had turned lukewarm by the time I finally dragged myself out. Steam still clung to the mirror and my skin felt raw in the best way, every muscle loose and heavy from the way Enzo had taken me apart earlier. I wrapped the thick white bathrobe around my body, cinched the belt tight and stepped into the bedroom. The air carried that faint scent of him even though he had only carried me back here, kissed my forehead and told me to rest before he left for his own room. I sank into the edge of the mattress, my hair dripping onto my shoulders. My thighs ached with the memory of the knife handle, the flogger, the glass plug, his cock filling me until I couldn’t think. A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. I felt claimed, ruined and alive. A soft knock shattered the quiet. I froze. My pulse kicked up. Who would come this late? I padded to the door on bare feet and cracked it open. Mamma Rosa stood there in a deep burgundy robe, her silver hair was

ELENA’S POV Sunlight sliced through the curtains and hit my eyes like a slap. I groaned and rolled over with my stomach churning violently right away. Nausea gripped me hard, twisting inside like a fist. My head spun dizzy even though I had crashed eventually last night after Mamma Rosa tucked me in and whispered to forget the mess with Enzo until morning. She’d stroked my hair gently and said we would sort it out in the morning. But now? No way. I wanted zero words with him. If he thought I tried to steal Isabella’s spot, fine. I would back off and give him space. Treat this like the deal he called it, it would be business only from now on. Why drag me into this anyway? He bought me at that auction, pulled me close, made my heart flip with his touches and drunk confessions of love. What for? To yank it away and leave me wrecked? Anger boiled up fresh, mixing with the sick feeling. I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the bed edge. The room tilted and I grabbed the night