บททั้งหมดของ I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Mateo’s POVI had instructed the chef to prepare a feast.Lobster bisque. Truffle risotto. Wagyu beef. The kind of meal that Galante probably couldn't even pronounce properly.I sat at the head of the long table. The room was bathed in the warm glow of two dozen candles."They are ready, sir." The housekeeper said as she stepped back.Isabella walked in first.She had changed out of her clothes into the green silk gown I had laid out for her. It hung a little loose on her now as she was thinner, sharper than before but she was still the most beautiful creature I had ever seen."Sit, my love.” I said, gesturing to the chair to my right.She sat. She didn't look at me. She looked at the empty chair across from her.Elara walked in next. She was still wearing her jeans and the sweater she had arrived in. I had tried to get the nanny to put her in the velvet dress I bought, but apparently, the child had bitten her.Bitten her. Like a feral animal.I decided to let it slide. For tonight."

Elara’s POVThe room was dark.Hostile territory.I sat under the big, fluffy bed. From here, I could see the door and the window, and I had cover from the creepy dolls with the glass eyes.My heart was beating fast. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Like a drum.I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my ear, right where my comms used to be."Eagle One.” I whispered. "Eagle One, this is Little Bird. Do you copy?"Silence.I waited for the crackle. I waited for Papa’s deep voice to say, “I read you, Little Bird. Hold your position. Extraction team is inbound.”But there was no crackle. There was nothing."Papa." I tried again, tapping my fingers on the floorboards in the pattern he taught me. One tap. Two taps. Pause. Three taps.S-O-S."Please pick up." I sniffled. "I am in the pink room. There are no computers. The windows are single-pane glass. I... I don't know the address."A tear rolled down my cheek. Papa said crying was for after the mission. Mission first. Feelings later.I wip

Isabella’s POVMateo had gone upstairs to deal with Lucas who had apparently thrown a tantrum. It was the only window of opportunity I was going to get.I didn't go to the Master Suite. I didn't go to check on Elara. She could handle it. I needed a key. I needed access. I needed a plan to get out of here.I slipped off my heels, carrying them in one hand so my footsteps would be silent on the floor. I moved through the West Wing, towards the doors at the end of the corridor.The Study.I remembered this room. It was where Mateo kept his secrets. It was where he kept the safe that held the passports, the deeds, and the keys to the panic room.I pressed my ear to the wood.There was no one inside.I turned the handle. It was unlocked. Arrogant. He thought he was untouchable in his own castle.I slipped inside and closed the door softly behind me.The room smelled of him. Aged tobacco, leather, and that cloying, expensive scotch he favored. It was dark. I didn't turn on the lamp. I di

Dante’s POV For the last thirty-six hours, I was still trapped in the penthouse, watching the city wake up while my world was burning to the ground. "You need to eat." Romeo said from the kitchen island when I went out to grab a coffee. "Real food, you know? You haven't touched any real food in thirty-six hours, Dante. You are no good to them if you pass out from hypoglycemia." "I am not hungry." I growled as I stared outside through the window. My reflection stared back at me in the glass. Dark stubble covered my jaw. My eyes were bloodshot. I was wearing the same black shirt I had worn yesterday. "Drink the coffee, then." Romeo insisted as he set a mug in the marble counter. "And stop pacing. You are making the security team nervous." "Let them be nervous." I snapped. "They failed. I failed." I turned around, pacing the living room again. My hands were opening and closing into fists, itching for a weapon, itching for a throat. "We didn't fail." Romeo said calmly, typi

Isabella’s POV"Unhand me, you neanderthal!" A voice growled back in the hallway. It was loud and shockingly familiar. "Do not touch the suit! This is Italian silk! It costs more than your entire bloodline!"Mateo frowned, putting down his toast. "What is the meaning of this?"The double doors to the dining room burst open.A man strode in.He was wearing a blue suit, paired with a yellow cravat and sunglasses that took up half his face. He was carrying a massive leather portfolio under one arm and a Starbucks cup in the other.He had a fake mustache that looked like it might fall off if he sweated and his hair was slicked back with enough gel to waterproof a boat.It was Romeo.I choked on my water. Elara’s eyes went wide and she immediately stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth to hide her grin."Who the hell are you?" Mateo stood up and shouted."Who am I?" Romeo gasped, clutching his chest. He spoke with an accent that was a horrific mix of French, Italian, and something that so