บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRES BROKEN HEIRESS: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I woke up to Dante's mouth on my inner thigh.Slow. Deliberate and intentional. It was the kind of attention that made coherent thought impossible."Danteeee...." His name came out strangled. "Luca could...""Luca Is with Ghost. At the park. And they won't be back for the next two hours." His tongue traced higher. "Which means we have time. And I'm...." He paused. "I'm taking advantage of every second."I should protest. Should maintain some dignity. Should...His mouth found me. Hot. Skilled. Exactly where I needed him.Fuck Dignity could wait.I arched into him with my legs wide apart. Hands fisting in his hair. Seven years apart and his body still remembered..Still knew exactly how to make me fall apart, how to drive me crazy."God..." I was panting. "Dante, I'm...""I know." He added fingers. Curling. Finding that spot that made stars burst behind my

CROWNS AND KNIVESThe induction ceremony was being held at the Plaza.Ironic. The same place we'd attended a gala weeks ago. Back when I still thought we could handle Vincent quietly. Carefully.Before he'd killed so many of our people and fled to Sicily like a coward.Now I was standing in a different ballroom. Watching Dante prepare to become king of the New York underworld. How be pulled this i do not know but i am impressed, i was starting to believe him when he said he would protect me and our son Luca."You look beautiful." Lucia appeared beside me. Dante's mother. Elegant in navy silk. "But also terrifying. Like you're planning someone's death.""Several someones," I admitted. "Starting with Vincent.""Good." She squeezed my hand. "That man deserves whatever you do to him. But cara..." She paused. "Don't lose yourself in revenge. Don't become..""Become what? A monster?" I looked at her. "I think I already am.""N

The flight back to New York was silent.Eight hours of Dante trying to talk to me. Eight hours of me staring out the window. Seeing nothing. Feeling..Feeling everything shatter.My father. My father had...Had planned to murder his own family. Had worked with Vincent. Had...Had made me an orphan by design. I couldn't come to terms with what made him do this.. depresssion? "Aria." Dante's hand on my knee. "Please. Talk to me. Say..say anything.""What do you want me to say?" I finally looked at him. "That it's okay? That...that I forgive you for lying? For..for staying silent while my family was slaughtered?""No. I don't..I don't expect forgiveness. I just.." He stopped. "I just need you to know. That I was trying to...to protect you. Your father threatened...""My father threatened a lot of things." I cut him off. "And you chose to believe him. Chose to...to

The gala wasn't just a charity event.It was Dante's official coronation as commission head. A public celebration of his..His ascension to power and expansion to international businesses. Legitimate and illegitimate. Both."Ironic," I said, staring at the invitation. Embossed. Gold leaf. Expensive. "Isabella organizing your coronation party. The woman who wants to destroy us.""She's playing a game." Dante was in his closet. Selecting a tux. "Showing the commission she's still relevant. Still connected. By hosting this, she positions herself as kingmaker. Power broker. Even if I'm the one being crowned.""And we're walking into it.""We don't have a choice." He emerged. Black tux. Perfect. Lethal. "Every commission member will be there. Every family head. Everyone who matters in our world. If I don't show it looks like weakness. Like we're afraid of Isabella.""We should be afraid of Isabella

Luca was asleep when we arrived at Gianna's estate to pick him up.Curled on a couch in her library. Ghost beside him. Reading. Watching over him like the guardian angel he'd become."Mama!" Luca woke instantly. Launched himself at me. Small arms wrapping tight around me. "You came back! You came back!""Of course I came back." I held him and smelled him inhaling his soap and innocence and everything good in this terrible world. "I promised, didn't I?""You said you'd try." His voice was muffled against my shoulder. "Not that you would. Just that you'd try."Smart. Too smart. My six-year-old already understood...Understood that promises could break. That trying wasn't the same as succeeding."Well, I succeeded." I pulled back. Looked at him. "And we're going home. All of us. Together.""Really? We can go home? To our apartment? With the big windows and my room and everything?"