I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Isabella’s POV Days passed. I was already twenty weeks pregnant. My bump was growing bigger every day. In the mornings, Dante made sure I had enough breakfast. Irene visited me with fruits. Maria took care of me as if I were a baby. I passed most of my time in the server room. Dante told me not to stress myself. But I refused to pass my lazily. Then one morning, my chair was replaced with the one with footrest. It supported my back properly, and someone had adjusted the height so I didn’t have to strain. No one said who had done it. I didn’t need to ask. Dante also made time to train and teach me the techniques I lacked. I didn't even need to go to the hospital. His brother Romeo visited me often. So did Irene. They brought chaos every time. By any chance, if they bumped into each other, I had to struggle to stop them from fighting. I enjoyed it. Even though my life was perfect now, I often felt the hollow I was running from as I thought of the future of my baby. And whenever the t

Isabella’s POV "It’s a queen. You are having a girl." I sobbed in joy. I covered my mouth with my hands, tears instantly spilling over. A girl. A tiny version of me. But I would never let her have the same fate as mine. She would be a Queen. She would never have had to run from anyone. "A girl?" Irene whispered as her grip on my hand tightened. Her voice wavered. "Oh, honey... we are going to buy her so many leather jackets. She is going to be terrifying." "She is going to be perfect." Romeo corrected her before he hit a button to print the image. The machine moved and snapped out a glossy black-and-white photo. Romeo wiped the gel from my stomach with a warm towel. Then he handed me the photo. "Here. The first portrait of the Princess of Purgatory." My fingers trembled as I took the photo. She was just a blur of grey and white, but she was the most real thing in my life. "Thank you, Romeo." I whispered. "Don't thank me yet." Romeo said, stripping off his gloves. He looked

Dante Galante’s POV The noise in my head remained silent until I got off and stood in front of Galante palace. All the things… horrific things that happened here. Static filled my vision. My heart throbbed hard against my ribs, making my head a chaotic mess. But then, I felt a hesitant presence next to me. Alessia stood next to me. She was terrified. I could feel the tremor in her hand but she kept her chin high. The black velvet made her look regal, her pale skin glowed. As the door opened, all the sharks of Roman society, the distant cousins, the business associates stopped mid-sentence. They were looking at L'Oscuro, the man who never slept, the man who never brought a woman to this house. And they were looking at her. My mother, Serena, stood at the end of the long hallway. She was sixty, but she carried herself with the terrifying grace of an empress. Her auburn hair was swept up, her eyes were golden. Her gaze fell on Alessia as if staring at her would give her any answer

Isabella’s POV“What's wrong?” Serena said with concern as she stepped closer, reaching for my arm. "You are shaking. Is it the baby?"I jerked back. "No.. I… I am not feeling well." I stammered, my voice barely recognizable. "I feel... Like I will faint.""I’ll call Romeo." Serena said, turning toward the glass doors."No!" The word ripped out of my throat too loud. I forced myself to lower my voice. "No, please. I just need him. Where is he?""In the library." Serena said, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Down the hall, the double doors on the left. But Alessia…"I didn't wait. I turned and ran. I ignored the confused glances of the guests. I ignored the servants carrying trays.‘You are alive.’ The words echoed in my brain. It weren't just few words; it was a death sentence. It meant my disguise was gone. It meant the safety of the last few weeks was an illusion.Who knew? How did they know? Was it someone from my old life? A private investigator? An enemy of Dante’s who

Isabella’s POVThe moment my lips touched his, the world disappeared around me.Dante froze for a moment. He looked at me like he had seen a ghost.I stepped back, regretting. Maybe, I made a terrible mistake. I mistaken the darkness in his eyes and pushed a man who didn't want to be pushed.Then, a low sound rose from his chest. I swallowed.He slid his hands back into my hair in and urgency. Then… he claimed me.He sucked my lips, every corner. His mouth felt hot against me. I tasted the wine he had had at dinner. But it felt so good. But it didn’t last long.Suddenly, he pulled away, panting. I heard him curse under his breath before he said, "If you don't stop me now, I won't be able to.""Don't stop." I whispered. I begged. "Please. Make the world go away.”“Isabella,” He called my name like a vow, like a warning. Or a plea.“I know.” I said. I didn’t know what I was talking about or what I was agreeing to. But I didn’t want to step back.Dante’s control snapped. He kissed me aga