Semua Bab Tamed The Insane CEO: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Author’s Pov“ I am getting married again, “ Dante said, crushing Aurelia’s heart into tiniest pieces. “ And I am not asking for permission. “ He put his fork down, ending his breakfast and glanced at her who had not even touched her plate. Aurelia sat frozen on the chair. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress. Her gaze was on her lap and her eyes stung with unshed tears but she held herself composed. “ Is it Aisha? “ she asked. Her voice was barely audible. Dante looked at her and took a deep breath, shaking his head in a yes. “ She is coming back. “ She closed her eyes and finally …. Accepted. Her husband of 2 years had never loved her. His heart belonged entirely to Aisha Hayden, the woman who left him 3 years ago. In reality, their marriage wasn’t based on love, it was entirely arranged. She did not even want to marry anyone at such a young age but …. She could not deny the only kind person who was there for her. Vincent Salvatore. Dante's grandfather. She had barel

Author’s PovAurelia tiredly walked inside of the penthouse that was where she mostly lived … with Dante. Her mind was a whirlpool of emotions. The previous conversation with Vincent Salvatore was making her head spin. He had asked himself to divorce his grandson and that was what Aurelia wanted as well but why was she feeling so …. Taken aback. She felt so … upset and the thought of going away from Dante was eating her alive but she also knew he won't ever be able to love her and she could never live her whole life. She dropped her bag on the couch and sat down not knowing what to do now. Her family had abandoned her. Dante's family had never supported her. Dante never really cared. Only Vincent Salvatore was there and now he was helping her, she knew she could live her life happily and maybe could start over again. “ Why did you meet grandpa? “ she heard Dante’s cold voice and her eyes widened. Was he supposed to be home at this hour-? He was never home till it was 11 at night an

Author’s PovI am done. The penthouse door clicked shut behind Aurelia with a soft finality that felt like the end of everything.Her heart was a raw, bleeding thing inside her chest, aching so violently she wondered if it might simply stop. She stood frozen in the foyer for a long moment, staring at nothing. The cold marble floor reflected the dim city lights like shattered glass. Dante loved Aisha. He always had. He would always choose her. So why did this betrayal carve me open like a fresh wound? Why did it feel like dying?Her bag slipped from her numb fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. She didn’t pick it up. Instead she walked, slow and mechanical, toward the wide leather couch that still smelled faintly of his cologne. The whole penthouse smelled of him, reminded her of him. She sank down onto the couch, inch by inch until she was curled into herself, knees drawn up and her arms wrapped tight around her middle as if she could physically hold the pieces together.Ho

Author’s PovDante burst through the hospital’s private entrance like a storm. His polished shoes squeaked against the sterile marble. His hair, which was usually meticulously styled, was a wreck now. A few strands fell into his eyes. His tie hung loose around his neck like a noose he’d forgotten to tighten. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the air-conditioned chill. His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he could feel it in his throat.The security guard recognized him instantly and waved him through without a word. A nurse in crisp navy scrubs hurried forward.“Mr. Salvatore, this way. VIP wing, room 1402.”He didn’t thank her nor did he slow down.The corridor smelled of antiseptic and money. Muted voices drifted from behind closed doors as he shoved past a cluster of family retainers until he reached the glass-walled waiting area outside the suite.His father was standing there. Example of what he called ‘ perfection’ ; tall, silver-haired, impeccably suited, speaking in l