All Chapters of Unspoken Truths - Book 2 : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 32GabriellaMaximus and I sprint away from the warehouse, only stopping when we’re far enough to breathe but not nearly far enough to feel safe. His arm stays wrapped tightly around me, the heat of his body grounding me in the chaos. For a moment, I let myself lean into it; into him, pretending I am steady.“I guess our first date and first kiss will be hard to forget,” I say with a shaky laugh that dies in my throat.He doesn’t smile, doesn’t even look at me. His eyes are locked on the warehouse, scanning every shadow, his body coiled like a wire about to snap.“Gabby, get into Vincent’s car. Now,” he orders, his voice clipped and low.I hesitate. “What? Why…”“Just go, Gabby. Hurry. I’ll be back in a minute.” He’s already moving before I can argue. “Go, Gabby!” The sharp edge in his voice jolts me.My legs tremble, and my heart slams against my ribs, but I run. I throw open the car door, slide inside, and slam it shut with shaking hands. Through the glass

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34MatteoSareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage.I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me."I know enough, Bella," I say, my tone smooth, almost indulgent. "You reveal more of yourself every second, especially when you’re angry."Her wide, haunted eyes burn into me. They’re full of hate, and I welcome it. Let her hate me. Let her fight. She’s never been more beautiful.“Do you like what you see, Principessa?” I spread my arms, stepping closer, already hard from the storm in her gaze. “It’s all yours. Do you want to touch me? I just came in the shower, but

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 36DamianIt’s been four days since we were moved from the warehouse hospital to Gino’s estate. Since we arrived, he’s been locked in one secretive meeting after another. No matter how hard I press, he shuts me out. I am supposed to be his Captain, his right-hand man, his granddaughter’s fiancé, but right now I feel like a nobody.Gino assigned me to Sareena’s old room. I don’t know if it was supposed to comfort me or force me to stay focused on bringing her home. She hasn’t used it in years, but everything in it was chosen by her. This room feels like a noose around my neck. Every corner whispers her name, and every second I spend in it is another second I’m choking without her.The Doc still checks in twice a day. Everyone else has been cleared. Just me and Max are still recovering, broken ribs, deeper wounds. But Max has Gabriella at his side, doting on him. I’ve got silence. Watching them together twists something deep in me, a feeling I didn’t even kno

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 38DamianWe had been tearing through Sophia’s burner phone for hours. I always knew she was sick and twisted, but what I read went further than anything I imagined. Power, marriage to me, and destroying Sareena. That’s all she ever wanted. Reading this made me realize that there was nothing human left in her.Gabriella was the only one who defended her. I wanted to tell her that someone like Sophia didn’t deserve defending, that she was pure evil, but Gabby saw it differently.“Sareena and Sophia were both innocents,” she said gently. “Their circumstances shaped them into who they became. Sareena got away because she was smart. She moved across the country for university, escaped the violence, abuse, assaults, and the exploitation. Life was hard for her, but at least she was safe from Riccardo. Sophia didn’t get that chance.”She pulled up an old thread and handed me the phone. “Look at this. Every message is someone tearing her down. Day after day. Her obs

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 40MatteoThe living room was starting to reek of both sweat and sex. Jacinta was slumped against the cushions, her breath coming in ragged bursts, her legs trembling from how hard I had just fucked her.It was never about passion with her. It was only a release, a way to burn off the bloodlust after two days chasing drug mules and carving them into pieces. I reach down, grab her crumpled dress off the floor, and wipe myself with it like a napkin before tossing it at her face. She flinches but still catches it.“Keep the lingerie,” I mutter, as I zip up my pants. “I’ll buy my fiancée something better. You can keep the trash.”Her eyes flicker with hurt and jealousy, but it doesn’t matter. She knows she’ll never be more than a quick fuck.“Go clean yourself up. You work here.” I don’t wait for her reply; just walk away. My shoes echoing against the marble floor as I make my way to the dining room. The scent of steak drifts toward me. A tomahawk. My favorite