All Chapters of I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Isabella’s POV"I need isolation." Romeo answered. "I need to take the Madonna and the Child to a neutral zone. Somewhere with excellent natural light and zero testosterone."Mateo’s eyes narrowed. "No. They stay in my sight.""And that is the problem!" Romeo threw his hands up. "You! You are too... much. Too alpha! Too potent! Your energy, it is filling the room. It is suffocating the delicate flower of their performance. When you look at her, she flinches. The camera will see that. Do you want the world to see her flinch, Mr. Santiago? Or do you want them to see her swoon?"It was a brilliant gamble. He was stroking Mateo’s ego while simultaneously insulting him.Mateo paused. He looked at me. I made sure to look at the floor, playing the part of the broken, submissive wife."If she flinches on camera." Mateo murmured, half to himself. "the narrative collapses.""Precisely!" Romeo snapped his fingers. "Let me take them to the... do you have a Solarium? A Blue Room? A room where the

Dante’s POVI was standing so close to the sixty-inch monitor that I could see the pixels of her eyes.On the screen, the anchor looked confused. The cameraman shifted, the frame shaking slightly."Did I say it right, Mateo?" She asked on screen. "Isn't that what you wanted me to say?"Mateo’s smile was frozen. He tried to laugh, a tight, breathless sound. "My wife... she is confused. The trauma...""I am not confused." Isabella cut him off. It was the voice she used when she told me she loved me. Clear. Unwavering. "I have never been clearer."She looked directly into the camera. It felt like she was looking right at me."You want a story?" She asked the world. "You want to know about the villain?""Cut the feed!" I heard Mateo hiss. I saw his hand fasten down on her wrist."Don't you dare," I growled at the screen. I had the urge to run to her. I was dying to. But I had a feeling that she would be upset if I did. And it was her revenge to take. Not mine.Isabella didn't flinch. She

Dante’s POVAll my world had blurred around me.I only saw them.My heart, beating outside my chest, split into two pieces across the room.One piece was my little girl, kicking and fighting against the massive hands of the security guards.The other piece was her. Isabella. The woman who had just scorched the earth and bared her soul to the entire world. The woman currently trapped against the chest of a dead man walking.When I saw Mateo’s fingers wrapped around Isabella’s pale throat, the rage inside me burnt hot."Let go of her." I warned. My voice didn't shake.Mateo didn't flinch. He actually smiled that made my trigger finger itch. He pulled Isabella tighter against him, using her body as a shield, his hand sliding down to grip her waist."You are trespassing, Galante." Mateo said with arrogant confidence. "The police are already on their way. You are a wanted criminal breaking into my home. They will shoot you dead the second they see you.""Let them try." I said softly as I s

Dante’s POVMy knee was resting on a floor covered in shattered glass, plaster dust, and the blood of my enemy, but I swear I felt like I was floating.She said yes.My hands were suddenly shaking like a nervous teenager's. I fumbled with the velvet box for a second before finally pinching the diamond ring between my fingers.I slid it onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly."Finally." I breathed out as I stood up and pulled her into a kiss that tasted like salt, tears, and absolute victory."Oh, thank God.” Romeo sighed loudly from the sidelines, leaning against a bookshelf. "I thought you threw it away."Isabella pulled back from the kiss, a wet, genuine laugh bubbling from her chest. It was the most beautiful sound in the world."You proposed in the middle of a crime scene.” She whispered as she glanced down at the sparkling diamond, then up at me with shining eyes."I couldn't wait another second." I admitted, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb. "Besides, I wanted hi

Dante’s POVThe string quartet started playing, drifting perfectly over the Tuscan courtyard. But sound of my heartbeat was louder than the music.I stood at the altar under an archway of woven olive branches and white roses.The late afternoon Italian sun bathed the fifteenth-century stone villa in a warm, golden glow, but I was freezing. My hands were clasped so tightly behind my back."Breathe, brother." Romeo murmured from his spot beside me. He reached over and discreetly adjusted the collar of my black tuxedo. "If you pass out, I will absolutely not perform CPR. So stay conscious."I couldn't respond. I couldn't even blink.Three months. It had only been three months since that library, since the live stream that shook the world and sent Mateo Santiago to a maximum-security federal prison. Along with him, Gabriel and Sofia were under custody for being Mateo’s partner. His mistress Valentina had apologized to Isabella and remarried to someone else. Lucas and Elara were best frien