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Stefano's POVThe drive home was filled with a suffocating silence and I didn't know if I should break it or not. She might have still been shaken up from whatever happened at the gallery or she might be mad at me for kissing her without any warning but I didn't have another choice. We truly had an audience, one that included Anita Donovan . Her husband wasn't in sight but she sure was and she had her eyes only on us. "What happened at the gallery?" I questioned after a while. She let out a sigh before throwing her head back against the headrest. "I..." She paused and then took a breath before explaining. "I was on my way out and I had to stop by the auction we were hosting tonight. There was this guy there but he wasn't attending the auction, he wasn't even there to look at paintings, he was just watching the crowd. He saw me on my way out and I couldn't recognize him, I had no idea who he was so I didn't think anything of it at first. But the paranoia just got worse when I got to

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"There are two sides to every coin. Being my wife shows the world that you're the person closest to me. That keeps you safe in most cases. But it also puts you at risk. If someone's after me, they're gunning for you too." "Don't you think you should have thought of this before getting married?" she asked, lifting her brows at me. "You don't think I did?" I sighed quietly. "I know that showing the world I'm your wife could very well get me killed. But I thought that since it could also save me, it was worth the risk. If you want me to trust you with my life, you have to let me in, Stefano. On some level. Pretending doesn't look very believable when you're actually pretending," she mumbled the last bit, tearing her eyes away from mine. "Look, this argument is pointless. Let's just move on from it. Can you please unlock the car so we can go upstairs and eat? I'm starving, I haven't eaten since breakfast." "And why would you do that?" I asked, unlocking the car. "I got busy working,"

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Camiella's POVI had never met a man who contradicted himself the way Stefano did. His words told me one thing but his body language told me the other. I glanced at where he sat beside me on the couch while we ate dinner in the kind of comfortable silence I hadn't felt with Stefano for a while. "I'd appreciate it if you ate instead of staring at me," he said without even sparing me a glance. "You confuse me," I retorted, "more than anyone I've ever met." His eyes shifted to mine. "The feeling's mutual, don't worry." "I confuse you?" I asked, surprised to hear the words. "I'm afraid so," he nodded. "Why? I'm not the one who says one thing and then does another." He lifted a brow at me. "I thought you said you don't like me very much." "I don't," he retorted dryly."But here you are, taking care of me because—" "Because you managed to be stupid enough to cut your foot and are now incapable of walking until it heals." "I could hop," I shrugged. He shot me a blank look in resp

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Inhaling sharply, I began replaying that night in my head, taking whatever glimpses and fragments of the night I still had somewhere in my mind. "My Dad was going out for a drive that night and I just tagged along. Everything was fine but then... He told me to stay low, he told me someone was following us. All I could do was sit there with my eyes closed, covering my ears, hoping it would end. The other car started chasing ours..." I let out a sigh, about to tell Stefano that I couldn't do it but his hold on my hand and a single reassuring squeeze told me not to. "They cornered us at one point and then we got hit a few times," I mumbled, "it's a bit of a blur. The car toppled over at some point and my Dad passed out. He doesn't remember anything beyond the chase because he wasn't conscious. I'm not sure but... I think we were stuck upside down for a while. I don't know if I got out or if I fell onto the roof but somehow, I got out of my seat. And I don't know what happened after that

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Stefano's POVLast night, Camiella fell asleep lying on the couch with her head in my lap and I had to carry her up and tuck her in before going to my own room to get some rest. The last thing I expected was to be woken up the next morning the way I was. "Hello?" I stirred awake, groaning as I ran a hand over my face. "Stefano," she whispered. Rubbing my eyes open, I sighed, glancing at my open door as I lay on my side. I began rolling onto my back but grew stiff as I saw Camiella sitting beside me, leaning over me to get a look at my face. She sat chirpily in my bed with a shit-eating grin on her face. "I'm hungry," she smiled. "Excuse me?" I asked, clearing my throat, blinking, and hoping this was just a dream. "I would go downstairs but I physically can't do that without you. You have no idea how hard it was to hop to the bathroom and then over here." I stared at her in a daze. "You're an awfully heavy sleeper, I've been poking you for ten minutes," she added, dropping her

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Camiella's POV"I'm all right now, you know?" I stared at Stefano as he moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast on this fine morning. "It's been a week," I said, standing up to grab a glass only for Stefano to notice and beat me to it. I groaned, plopping back down on the barstool. "I'm healed now, Stefano!" "You're still healing," he corrected. "I've healed enough to walk. Didn't we establish this last night when we agreed I would go to work this morning?" "We also agreed I would drop you off and pick you up. On time, that is. We need to make it to your parents' party tonight." "I don't understand what the party is for," I mumbled. "My parents have never been the type to throw parties for no reason." He shrugged before placing a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Speaking of my parents, are you ever going to tell me what Dad told you when he visited last week? You were supposed to get answers about the crash and tell me." "I'll tell you in due time," he said, sitting besid

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A smirk tugged at his lips. "You're going to have to try harder than that to make me say it, Fiesty." He grabbed my hand off his chest and turned around, heading inside, taking me with him. "So it's true," I said, falling into step beside him once he slowed down to match my pace. "You really want me," I gushed, holding his arm as we stepped into the elevator. Tugging at me, he pulled me into him once the doors closed. "Are you forgetting I have rules?" "Please," I scoffed, my eyes dropping to his lips, "you'd break your rules for me in a heartbeat." "Is that what you think?" "Tell me I'm wrong," I dared him. "It's not that simple," he said, holding my gaze. "There's something I need to figure out first." I lifted my brows at him questioningly but he only shook his head. I groaned, moving away from him and leaning against the wall. Stepping forward, he braced his hands on the bar behind me, caging me in. "I'll make you a deal, Mrs. Castro," he suggested. "Amuse me," I said, fo

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Stefano's POVAll right. If I wait any longer, we'll be extremely late. Adjusting my cuffs, I walked out of my own room and toward Camiella's, pausing to knock on the door. We were meant to leave for her parents' party about thirty minutes ago but failed to do that because she sure took her time getting ready. "Come in!" she called out before I heard her groan loudly in frustration as I made my way in. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it for a beat, watching her in amusement as she struggled to zip up her dress. Her eyes cut to me. "Care to help, Mr. Castro?" "Since you're asking so nicely, of course," I replied, making my way over to where she stood in front of her vanity. The only thing amiss was her dress; she was ready from head to toe. And she looks fucking stunning. With her hair left straight down her back and parted down the middle, she wore a classy black dress with two black banding straps falling off her shoulders while thin, dainty straps made out of rea

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Her eyes narrowed and both Khan and I caved in. He jumped forward with another giggle and I caught him in my arms just before he placed a hesitant kiss on my cheek. Suppressing any reaction that would have shown, I reached forward and straightened out the bow tie he wore tonight with his tux. "Khan, come meet the guests!" Derek called out and he went off running. Standing up, I stood before Camiella, towering over her. "Throw me to other guests tonight and you'll be in trouble, Mrs. Castro," I warned. "What kind of trouble, sir?" she smirked, reaching up to adjust my tie. "The dangerous kind." "Mm, how enticing," she sang quietly. The guests began flooding in shortly after and the night went by smoothly with Scott nowhere in sight. I saw his wife around the room several times but not him. What if he didn't show up? "Camiella." Both of us turned around as a couple approached us, both faces unfamiliar to me at first glance. "Dimitri," Camiella greeted with a smile, "Sheila, it

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Camiella's POVI was just about to head upstairs, searching for Stefano when someone grabbed me and pulled me away. A startled gasp escaped me as my eyes met Stefano's while he pinned me against the wall, his body pressing into mine, setting me on fire. "Where are you going?" he asked, bracing his hands on the wall. "I was looking for you," I exhaled, "you disappeared for a while and you most certainly did not go to the bathroom." "Where else would I go?" "I don't know. But you're lying," I stated, folding my arms across my chest. "I don't appreciate it." "I just got caught up with one of the guests," he explained, "I got a little distracted." "I'm offended that someone else has the power to distract you more than me." "More than you? Never." I chuckled softly, letting my arms drop. "This party is incredibly boring," I mumbled, taking advantage of the fact that we were out of sight and way beyond earshot. He began leaning in and my breath hitched in my throat as his lips brus

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