All Chapters of His Little Ruin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21 - A Taste of Defiance

“You need to stop drinking,” Vito finally spoke to Milan, his voice low, controlled, but with a touch of rage. “You’re hurting yourself.”She scoffed, grabbing her glass from him. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forbid me from drinking too.” Before she could take another sip, Vito reached out, took the glass from her hand, and drained the remaining wine in one steady swallow. He set the empty glass on the bar, his dark gaze fixed on her face. “That’s not what this is,” he said, already moving.In one smooth motion, he swept her into his arms, carrying her in a bridal style. Milan gasped, her protest half-formed as the world tilted.She blinked at him in shock. How could he just carry her out of the club!?“Are you out of your mind?” She shrieked.Heads turned to stare at them. No one had ever seen Vito Salvatore this close with any woman. The bartender froze. He couldn't believe his eyes. No one dared speak.The tension was so thick that even the DJ had to pause the music.The

22 - A Life Growing in Shadows

Vito returned with a bottle in hand, uncapped it, and stood close enough that only she could hear him and feel his stiff erection pressing her thighs. “Open your mouth.” Milan’s breath hitched. She hesitated only a second before obeying. He tilted the bottle and let the liquor burn its way down her throat. Antinori. The taste she knew too well. The same drink she ever shared with him. It lit something reckless inside her. Vito pulled the bottle away, his eyes lingering on the alcohol that had poured on her throat. “That’s enough.” Milan laughed, soft at first, then freer. She laughed and smiled happily as her fear dissolved into heat and movement. She stepped onto the dance floor and let the music take her. She had always loved to dance but she had stopped because it didn't fit into her plan in the US. She had won many dance competitions in ICS, and Vito loved to watch her dance. Now swaying her hips to Italian music while glancing at him made her feel wild and aroused.

23— A Past That Bleeds

The words were out before he seemed to consider them fully. Vito opened his mouth again, clearly about to retract the offer, thinking she’d refuse, or worse, be uncomfortable. “I’ll stay,” Milan said, catching him off guard. Vito blinked. She met his intense gaze even as her heart raced. “Just for the night.” Vito couldn't promise her that so he kept mute. He started the car and raced home, unaware of how much weight that silence weighed on Milan and how she kept telling herself this was a bad idea. She wasn’t drunk enough anymore to blame it on the alcohol. If she was being honest, she was blaming it on his violet eyes- they were so dark, and mesmerizing, on the way they seemed to strip her bare every time they lingered on her for half a second too long. Finally, she couldn’t take it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Milan asked. Vito glanced at her, genuinely puzzled. “Like what?” She shook her head quickly, turning toward the window. “Nothing.” Her voice softened as h

24— Welcome to the Den

Vito gave Milan one of his mobile phones when he dropped her off at Angels Den the next morning. He pressed it into her palm and told her to use it when she sensed someone stalking her, or if Antonio ever showed up. Then he added, quietly, “You can call me anytime. Do not hesitate to call me.”Milan nodded and thanked him, her fingers curling around the phone as if it were a lifeline. She opened her mouth, the secret burning on her tongue, the words begging to be released before they poisoned everything.But she stopped herself.He would never find out… not if she didn’t tell him. And Andrea had promised to keep her secret safe.“Do you have something you want to say to me?” Vito asked.He hated that he’d asked. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t care about her or even look at her again. Not when every glance stripped away his control. But the pull was stronger than reason.Milan shook her head. “No.”Then, asked softly, “See you soon?”Vito didn’

25- Letters to No one

Mateo’s expression darkened as the memory surfaced unbidden. The way Vito had carried Milan that first day. The possessiveness. The intimacy. The unmistakable claim in his tone and actions even though he swore he wasn't her lover. “What do you think he’ll do,” he added, his voice dropping lower than usual, “if he finds out?” They both knew exactly who he meant. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Milan’s fingers curled protectively over her stomach. “If he finds out,” she said softly, “everything ends.” At that exact moment, the phone on the bedside table lit up. VITO. Mateo’s eyes remained on the screen even after he read who was calling. His jaw muscle tightened before he looked away and swallowed his initial words. “I’ll excuse you,” he muttered. “I need to think this through. And I’ll talk to Andrea. We need to know if this… plan of yours will even work.” Relief flickered across Milan’s face. “Thank you.” Before she could say anything else, the phone on

26- The Devil Grows Feelings

Mateo braced himself, his voice tinged with dread. “I didn’t know you were coming.” Vito’s sharp gaze flicked past him, straight to Milan’s door. His face grew stony as he calculated that he must have come from there, but his voice remained calm, making the air feel thinner. “Do I need to inform you before coming?” Mateo felt a chill run down his spine. He hesitated before he spoke the truth that he had no reason to hide from his boss. “She’s been sick.” Vito’s violet eyes darkened. “I know.” That was all he said before walking past Bang. Mateo stood there, unease crawling up his spine. He couldn't bring himself to go to his room, which was doors away, so he went back to Milan’s room to find out what was happening. Vito quietly entered Milan’s room. She was asleep. Her face was pale against the pillow, and her long lashes fluttered as she struggled to find rest. She looked unwell at first glance, which made his heart tighten with concern. Her hand rested protectively on her sto

27- His House, My Rules

The stinging afternoon light piercing Milan’s eyelids jolted her from a heavy slumber. A muttered protest left her lips while she scrubbed at her face, squinting at the room. She saw a bowl of water and a wet white towel hanging around it. It seemed like someone had been tending to her. Befuddled at first, her blood began to boil once she realized where she was until the previous night’s bargain surfaced. “If you promise to follow my rules, I will move into your house,” “I promise,” She couldn't fathom what had possessed her to agree to his terms. Living under his roof was a death sentence for her secret; he’d surely detect her pregnancy before her flight to the States. Milan’s mind was filled with schemes on how to avoid Vito and live in a completely different world from him. Except that was nearly impossible.9 years ago, she had fled Italy with her father and elder brother, because of Vito and the Salvatore family, and now she was trying to

28 - Echoes in Marble Halls

Vito’s insistence on protection felt increasingly like a stifling lie. It was like a cloak wrapped so tightly it threatened to suffocate Milan. If Giovanni’s mansion had been a loud, gaudy display of dominance with gilded furniture and ostentatious decor, this house was its silent, predatory twin, dark, foreboding, and unsettling. Milan preferred Angels Den because there, she didn't have to worry about her secret slipping out or being exposed. “Did you tell Vito about my pregnancy?” She had asked Andrea when she woke up here, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep calm.The doctor responded calmly, “Of course not. I only told him you were sick. Please understand, I have to be honest with him. You're a patient entrusted to me, and I have a duty to report accurately.” Last night, Mateo had contacted her, his voice soft and hesitant. He asked what her plans were now that she was living in Vito’s house. He mentioned that rumors about them dating would sound far-fetched if t

29- The Storm that Never Came

The evening of the date arrived, and Milan felt as though her nerves were vibrating beneath her skin. She was dressed in a backless, emerald-green dress, which was from the gifts Vito bought for her on the first night she was here. When she added the diamond necklace, its weight felt heavy, almost possessive. An inner voice asked her to check the huge diamond pendant for any hidden lens but she shook it off, believing Vito wouldn’t be that crazy.Tension tightened in her throat as she looked at her reflection. She was a walking masterpiece funded by one man’s hand, yet she was stepping out into the night to meet someone else.Milan noticed that she couldn't stop trembling, so she tried to calm her nerves by breathing in and out. She was nervous and it wasn't because of the upcoming date.Frankly, she hadn't mentioned the outing to Vito because she was terrified he wouldn’t allow her to leave the house. She didn't even dare send it as a text messa

30- Wrong dates

The apron felt like a leash. Vito wanted to shred it, follow them into the night, and show Mateo exactly how violent his claim over Milan truly was. The sharp vibration of his phone against the mahogany table shattered the moment of silence. He instinctively looked down, expecting a routine report from his security detail about Milan's location. But when he saw the name on the screen, Kathleen Dinar, an icy shiver ran down his spine. He signaled to Andrea to leave the room. She nodded and slipped into her room, instinctively sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere. Vito answered the call, his voice cold and devoid of warmth. “Kathleen.” “Vito,” her refined British accent flowed smoothly, carrying a tone that was both charming and subtly menacing, with a trace of sarcasm that hinted at underlying threats. “I hear things are becoming quite crowded in Milan. I trust you’re diligently keeping your people safe? I’m monitoring Antonio Rocci’s movements closely. I called to

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