I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Dante Galante’s POVThe water in the sink turned pink as it went down the drain.I stared at it, holding the sink with my good hand. My other hand burnt under the running water. Small pieces of glass were still stuck in my palm. Wine covered my skin, looking too much like blood.The glass was flawed. That was the lie I had told the room. That was the lie I had told her.But the only flaw was standing right here, staring at his own reflection in the mirror.The noise came back in my head like a rush. An unpleasant screeching sound. I shut off the tap and took deep breath. Lorenzo Ricci.I ran a mental background check on him instantly. Clean record. Philanthropist. No ties to the underworld. Hands that saved lives instead of ending them.He was perfect. He was everything I wasn't. He was safe.And I wanted to put a bullet in his skull.I grabbed a towel and pressed it against my palm. The white fabric turned red. The pain was grounding.It was the only thing keeping the L'Oscuro insi

Isabella’s POVLorenzo stiffened beside me. But he didn't leave my hand, instead his grip on my hand tightened. "Did he say... Galante?"I didn't answer. I couldn't.At the front of the room, the man in the black suit turned.The applause from the crowd was polite, confused, and rippling through the room, but the only sound I heard was the blood roaring in my ears.He turned slowly. The spotlights hit him. There was no mistaking the sharp cut of his jaw or the way his brown hair was perfectly styled except the fact that Romeo had said he had been rotting in his study all day.It was him.Dante said something to the curator, who nodded frantically before he scanned the room.He didn’t look left. He didn’t look right. His dark eyes snapped directly to the corner where Lorenzo and I were standing.Dante stepped off the dais and started walking. Every step closer only made my knees weaker.The crowd parted for him instinctively. Wealthy socialites and art critics scrambled out of his path

Isabella’s POVMy heart skipped a beat."The noise.” He took a step toward me and touched his temple. "It’s back, Isabella. The static. The code. The constant calculation of threats.""I thought Seraphina helped with the noise.” I hated that the jealousy was still evident in my voice.Dante shook his head. "Seraphina is just… no one.. Nothing." He looked down at me and reached his hand out to cup my cheek. His thumb traced the line of my jaw. "You stop it. Everytime you are close to me." He rasped. “But today... today, when you walked out that door... the noise came back. It was screaming something."My heart hammered against my ribs. "What was it screaming, Dante?"He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him. "That I am a fool." He breathed against my lips. "That I am a coward who is letting the only real thing in his life walk away because he is afraid of breaking it."He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "I can't silence it

[Chapter contains mature content. No one under 18 is allowed]Isabella’s POVDante stepped back, moving his hands away. For a moment, his eyes explored my exposed breasts, then my swollen, wet clit.I wanted him to touch me but he didn't. He just stared at my body with an animalistic lust that was enough to tease my core.“God..” I breathed hard meeting his gaze.He buried his face in my cleavage again. His tongue moved around one nipple like a starving animal. He bit down the flesh there hard. Even the pain felt like pleasure."Fuck." I gasped as I tangled my hands in his hair, trying to pull him closer. "Harder."He obeyed. He sucked my boobs while his finger moved lower. He teased my pussy and found my clit with his thumb, circling it."Look at you, Regina.” He murmured against my breast. "You are dripping. You are making a mess of my table."He slid one finger into my pussy.I moaned. “You have no idea…” He groaned. "What you are doing to me."He added a second finger, stretching

[Chapter contains mature content]Isabella’s POVMy legs were shaking so bad I could barely stand. So Dante lowered my gown, but he left my bra unclasped and carried me on his arms to the car.The driver held the door open. He kept his eyes strictly forward, trained not to see the disheveled hair, the swollen lips, the way I was limping.Dante shoved me into the backseat of the limousine. I tried to reach out to clasp my bra hook."Don't." He climbed in after me and slammed the door shut.The partition was up, but it wasn't soundproof. I knew the driver could hear us.Dante sat on the opposite bench and watched me with a dark gaze. “Pull the dress up." My breath hitched. "Dante, the driver...""Let him hear." He said as he began to unbutton his cuffs slowly. "Let him hear who you scream for."He pointed a finger at me. "Spread your legs. Now."I was a little offended but I obeyed. I hiked the silk up to my waist. He left my panties somewhere on the gallery floor.My pussy was swollen