Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Isabella’s POVI thought I had misheard him. The man who had just saved me from hitting the floor, the man who had fired my bully with a single word, was now firing me. What kind of sick joke was this?“Fired?” I repeated. I thought of the empty Bitcoin wallet. I thought of the rent in Rome. I thought of the ultrasound tucked into my bag.Dante didn't explain. He simply turned his back on me, already leaving.“Wait!” I called out.The other analysts gasped. Nobody shouted at Dante Galante. He stopped and turned his head just enough to look at me over his shoulder.“You saw what happened.” I said, my voice gaining strength from pure desperation. “He shoved me. I didn't break the protocol. I have worked sixteen hours a day for a month. I am the most efficient analyst on this floor.”Dante turned fully now. He took a slow, predatory step toward me. He was so tall I had to lift my neck to see him.“Miss. Moretti. You heard me. You are fired. I decide who leaves and who stays in my comp

Isabella’s POVI could feel his gaze on my pale skin, the dark circles under my eyes, and the way my hands were still shaking near my midsection.I tried to summon my pride. I tried to stand tall, but my legs felt like water. "What are you doing here, Signore Galante? Did you drive two hours to fire me from the cafe, too?"A muscle leaped in his jaw."I told you.” He paused as he took a step closer, crowding me against the counter. "I like watching people fail. But I am not sure I liked this one."“What do you expect?” I snapped. “You fired me. You didn’t even give me a reason.”“You want a reason?” Dante stepped closer, filling the space. “Fine. First reason: You walked into a high-pressure job knowing your body couldn’t handle it.”His eyes dropped to my stomach. My breath caught.“Second reason: I don't keep distractions in my SOC. And you, Alessia, are a very loud distraction.”“A distraction?” I laughed bitterly, gripping the table to stay upright. “I sat in a corner and did my

Isabella’s POVAfter taking shower, I wore one of the few clean dresses I owned. It was a simple dark green wrap dress.Exactly at 8:00 PM, a knock sounded at the door. It was an older woman in maid uniform. She came in and smiled. "Signorina Moretti? I am Maria. Dinner is served in the formal dining room. Please, follow me." She said in Italian.I followed her down the stair and reached the dining room. Dante was already there. He was sitting at the head of a long wooden table. He wore a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular veiny arms.When he noticed me, he pointed to the chair opposite of him.“Sit.”I did. Another servant came almost immediately and placed a plate in front of me. Seared salmon, vegetables, and grains.“You’re not going to eat?” I asked as I noticed his plate only had a small piece of steak and a glass of red wine.“I already ate.” He said. Nodding, I picked up my fork. “You haven’t asked me how I ended up working in that café.”“I don’t

AlessiaDante didn't flinch. He didn't move away. Instead, he stepped closer and leaned over the bed, caging my body between his powerful arms.He didn't touch me, but the heat radiating from his chest was a physical weight, pressing against my skin. His maddening scent filled my lungs until my head spun."It’s the only story that keeps you alive." He whispered, his face inches from mine. His eyes weren't just green anymore; they were swirling with a dark, molten gold that promised something much worse than death. "Because if my mother finds out you tried to run, you have no idea what would happen. I just saved you twice in one night."I tried to pull back into the pillows, but I was trapped. My gaze dropped to his mouth, then to the pulse jumping in his throat.Even now, with my blood drying on his hands, the bond he had forced between us was so strong. It was a sick, twisted pull in my lower belly that made me want to reach out and touch the very man who had imprisoned me."I should

Dante’s POVDragging Alessia out of the room was not part of the plan. In fact, I didn’t plan at all. But watching her sit there, glaring at me as if she could burn a hole through my chest, made my patience evaporate.When we reached a secluded hallway, I stopped abruptly, forcing her to stop with me.“Let me go,” she snapped, her voice laced with venomI let go of her wrist. She stumbled back a little, rubbing the spot where I had grabbed her. Her eyes shot daggers at me. “I told you, I don’t want to talk.” She tried to sidestep me. But I wasn’t about to let her walk away so easily.Before she could move again, I grabbed her wrist again and gently, but firmly, pinned her against the wall. My pulse quickened with the heat of the moment. She struggled against me, but I could see her resolve starting to crack, the sharp edge of her anger wavering.“I don’t care what you want, Alessia.” I couldn’t afford to be gentle right now. “You are going to listen.”Her breath hitched as she tried