Semua Bab His Sinful Empire : Bab 131 - Bab 140

LOCATION: Parioli, Rome. Dimitri’s private penthouse. GIULIA's POV I woke up to a warmth between my legs, the slow movement of Dimitri’s tongue against me. My eyes were still closed, and my body was responding before my mind fully woke with pleasure building slowly. His hands were on my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open as his mouth worked me. A moan escaped my throat as his tongue circled my clit, then flattened against it and applied pressure that alone made my hips lift off the bed. I was still half asleep, caught in that hazy space between dreams and reality. And then in that haze, my mind conjured the wrong face. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and blue eyes, I could recognize. Luca. “Luca,” I moaned, the name slipping out before I could stop it. Everything stopped. The warmth between my legs disappeared. The blanket was thrown back. Dimitri’s head came up, and his face was a mixture of shock and fury. “What did you just say?” My eyes flew open, reality cras

FIVE YEARS AGO...One month in Rome, and I had hardly left my apartment.I came here to start over, to be someone other than a Santini, and to breathe without my family... Especially my father, watching every move. But mostly, I just sat in my apartment, staring at blank canvases and wondering what the hell I was doing with my life.Then I met Anne.She lived in the apartment next door and heard me crying one night through the thin walls. She knocked on my door with a bottle of wine and zero shame about inserting herself into my life.“You need to get out,” she said, pouring us both generous glasses. “You’ve been hiding in here for weeks.”“I’m not hiding—”“You are absolutely hiding. And tonight, that ends. We’re going out.”“I don't think—”“No arguments. Put on

GIULIA’s POVI was still sitting on the kitchen floor, my phone started buzzing nonstop beside me, and notifications were popping up one after another. Each headline worse than the last.“Political Star Dating Mafia Princess?”“Santini Crime Family: Who Is Giulia?”“Dimitri Kostas’ Career in Jeopardy Over Mob Ties”I couldn't stop reading them. I couldn't stop scrolling. Each message felt like a knife twisting deeper into my heart.Suddenly, I heard the elevator arrive at the penthouse level, the familiar sound pulling my attention. My head snapped up to see the doors open.Dimitri rushed out, his jacket off, his tie loosened, and his hair tousled as if he had been running his hands through it. His eyes found me immediately as I sat on the floor in his robe, my face likely a mess from crying.“Giulia—” He crossed the space in three long strides, dropped to his knees beside me, his hands on my face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”“I’m fine—”“I had to come back. I tried to give us both

Marco nodded and moved ahead, already on his phone handling the next fire. I stood alone in the corridor for a moment, the noise from outside still faintly audible through the thick walls. I pulled out my phone. Larson had called three times. I was about to dial when my phone buzzed again in my hand. Unknown number. Italian prefix but not one I had saved. I answered. “Kostas.” A pause. Like whoever was on the other end was deciding how to start. “Dimitri?” Male voice. “Who’s asking?” “Nico.” Another pause. “Nico Santini. Giulia’s brother.” I stopped walking completely. Of course I knew the name. Giulia didn’t talk about her brothers often, but when she did, there was always a difference in how she said them. Enzo came with tension, with complicated silences, with the kind of love that’s tangled up in too much history. Nico came softer. Like something that still hurt but in a quieter way. “I know who you are,” I said. “Good.” He exhaled slowly. “Then this is easi

Dimitri looked at me for a second.Then he said, “Get up. We’re leaving.”I shook my head slightly. “Babe, we don’t have to. It’s late. We can just—”“No.” His voice was firm. Not loud. Final. “She had no right to touch you. We’re leaving now.”He took my hand before I could say anything else.We walked out of the room and down the stairs together. My legs felt weak, but I kept going. At the bottom of the staircase, Mr. and Mrs. Kostas were standing close, speaking in low voices, like people planning damage control.Dimitri’s mother looked up first.“Dimitri,” she called.He didn’t turn or slow down.He didn’t even acknowledge her at all.We walked straight past them, out of the house, into the night.And that was it, we went back to the penthouse.After that, everything seemed to quiet down. The press moved on to the next scandal. Dimitri buried himself in work. And I did what I always did when things felt too heavy.I chose to go back to work.I hadn’t stepped into the studio since