I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Dante Galante’s POVInside my head, it was quiet. Absolute quietness. It felt so peaceful.I stayed buried inside the crook of her neck. My heart kept beating fast that felt entirely too human for a man like me.I could still feel her pulses, her tightness against my cock and the way she was milking me.I shouldn't have done it.I was a man of logic… of protocols, and of boundaries. Crossing this line was a tactical error. But as I felt her chest heave against mine and her small hands clutched my shoulders as if I were the only thing keeping her still, the logic didn't seem to matter.I looked down at her.Isabella. That was her name. I didn’t need to run a background check. She told me herself. Isabella was asleep. She looked peaceful. I reached out, taking my thumb to her jaw. She flinched in her sleep."I did warn you." I whispered. My voice sounded weak.I told her she was the Queen of Purgatory. But I didn't told her that Purgatory was the only place I knew how to live. And now

Isabella’s POVI woke up in the bedroom. It was morning. I could tell. The sunlight was seeping through the curtains. I glanced at the empty space beside me. I was alone.Below me, the sheets were wrinkled but they smelt of him. Dante. Whatever we did last night came rushing in front of my eyes. It made a flush creep up my neck.I shouldn't have done it. I was pregnant. My baby was coming into this world very soon. In this state, I wasn't supposed to get involved with another man. Specifically with a man as dangerous as Dante. We shouldn't have made it complicated. I was here to work for him. I was here to give birth to my child safely and leave without any attachments. SighingI sat up and clutched the sweater to my chest. My body ached in places I hadn't used in years. A good ache. But I wasn't supposed to feel that way again. I never wanted to.I looked around the room. My black velvet dress was folded neatly on a chair. My shoes were side by side. He was always like that. Controll

Isabella’s POVDante who was confused by my sudden response, raised a brow. "About the Panama lead? Michele is already running algorithms on…""No.” I cut him off. Frustration was building up inside me. "About last night."His jaw tightened. A muscle feathered in his cheek. He looked at me with blankness. “What’s there to talk about?”“I am sorry.” I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his dark eyes now. "I shouldn't have let that happen.”“Let what happened?” He waited.My heart was sinking as the words left my mouth. "Last night. You.. Me.. I was scared. I was vulnerable. I... I know we were just looking for an escape."I was lying. It felt like an escape. Instead, it felt like a homecoming. But I couldn't say that.I was a woman with a red target on her womb and a father who killed his last child. I didn't have room for a heart and I certainly didn't have room for a man like Dante Galante.Dante let go of my face. He stepped back, putting that cold distance between us that I h

Isabella’s POV Someone had paid Gabriel five million dollars to take me. To hide me? Or to keep me in prison? I scrolled through the years. The payments were monthly. Maintenance fees. "Who are you?" I hissed, typing furiously. "Who is behind Mariposa?" I tried to trace the routing number for Mariposa Holdings. It hit a wall. High-level bank encryption. But Gabriel was old-school. He kept copies of everything. I dug deeper into his "Correspondence" folder. I found a scanned P*F dated four months ago… right before I ran away. It was a legal letter. The letterhead was embossed with a silver crest: Vargas & Associates - Attorneys at Law, Panama City. I opened the document. Most of it was edited with heavy black lines so I couldn't read, but one paragraph was visible. > "Client X is displeased with the news of the death. The contract is void from now on." My blood ran cold. I felt a painful slap against my heart. Gabriel hadn't just lied to me… he had used me to keep his cash

Dante Galante’s POVShe was close to me. The noise was supposed to be quiet. But it was loud.I knew why. Because her heart wasn't steady. It was bleeding.She was shaking there with those papers in her hand. She seemed so small, made of secrets and miseries, yet holding the light that could burn her alive. I hated that I felt it too“And my mother?” She asked. “What about her?” Hope trembled in her voice.I felt a little ache in my chest, a sensation I had spent years coding out of my system. I wanted to lie. I wanted to give her a name, a face, anything to stop that look.“I checked everything, Isabella.” I hated that I was being honest as I watched the light dim in her eyes. “Every offshore vault, every black-market registry, every shadow Gabriel Romano left behind.”I stepped closer to and the scent of vanilla clouded the cold logic I usually lived by.“There is nothing.” I admitted. “No name. No hospital. It’s as if she were erased the moment you took your first breath. Gabriel b