Semua Bab Falling Hard for His Dark Charm: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I was eighteen when I left Italy for Chicago. My brother Leo handed me over to his most powerful ally for “protection.” Don Damien Volkov.His eyes locked on me the first time we met. They never looked away.By day, I was his private doctor. By night, I was the only thing in his bed.His seduction was a slow, deliberate hunt.The way his body brushed against mine during an exam. A stray kiss that landed behind my ear. The weight of his hand resting on the small of my back.I fell fast and hard for his dark charm. I gave myself to him, letting him claim me, again and again.For four years, our affair was a secret hidden in the shadows. In that time, he sculpted my body, teaching it to crave his touch, molding me into his perfect obsession.Then she came back. Isabella, his exiled ex-fiancée. He sent his private jet for her.I swallowed my pride and crashed his reunion.An hour ago, his hands, still smelling of blood, gripped my chin. He forced his kiss on me.But now, right in front of

My last day. I was in my office, organizing the final transfer. Four years of his life, documented. Every medical report. Every treatment protocol. Every prescription log.I had to clean everything up. Leave no loose ends.My phone vibrated. A text from Damien."Lafite from the cellar at the Swan Club. VIP 3."Short. Cold. Like he was talking to a stranger.I looked at the message and almost laughed.Four years ago, when he first asked me to bring him wine, he used to add "thanks" at the end.Now he couldn't even be bothered with basic manners.I took the expensive bottle of Lafite and went to the Swan Club.The door to VIP 3 was unlocked.I pushed it open gently, planning to drop the wine and leave.But the scene inside made me freeze.Isabella was sitting on Damien's lap, pressed against his chest.His fingers traced the diamond necklace at her throat. His focus was absolute. Like he was handling a priceless masterpiece."Does it hurt?" he murmured, stroking a tiny red mark on her n

Damien’s POV"A wedding?"Leo’s words hit me like a fist to the gut. I froze.A wedding.Elara was getting married?"Leo, what wedding?" My voice trembled."Cut the bullshit!" Leo roared through the phone. "My sister is marrying a goddamn Moretti. The wedding’s in two days. Trinity Church!"An arranged marriage?The Morettis?The only family in Chicago that could touch my power?"Leo, we can talk about—""Talk? Kiss my ass." He hung up.My hand holding the phone was shaking.Elara was really getting married.To another man."Damien? What's wrong?" Isabella looked at me, worried. "You look like you've seen a ghost."I looked at her, but all I could see was Elara.The first time I saw her flashed in my mind.Four years ago. Leo brought her to me.She was 18, standing behind him in a simple white shirt and black pants. Nothing fancy, but damn, she was beautiful. I couldn't look away."This is my sister, Elara. Just graduated from Johns Hopkins Med," Leo said, proud. "A damn genius. Got he

Elara’s POVInside Trinity Church, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows.I stood beside Julian in an ivory-white gown, holding a bouquet of white roses.The pews were filled with the heads of Chicago's families. My parents and Leo were in the front row.Everyone was smiling."Elara Rossi," the priest began, "do you take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"I looked into Julian's gentle eyes, about to answer.BAM—The heavy doors slammed against the stone walls with a deafening crash.Everyone gasped and turned around.Damien stormed in with a dozen of his men, his face a mask of pure desperation. Madness."She doesn't!" he roared, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "She doesn't want to marry him!"Guests screamed and scattered. The church erupted into chaos.I clutched my bouquet, watching this madman march toward the altar.In four years,

Elara’s POVThree days after the wedding, we flew to my family’s estate in Italy.My parents adored Julian."Julian is such a good boy," my mother said, holding my hand. "So much better than that man who wouldn't even tell people about you."My father nodded. "The Morettis raised him right. Look how much of a gentleman he is."At dinner, Julian poured my wine and peeled my shrimp. Every move was graceful and considerate.A sharp contrast to Damien.Damien would never take care of me in public. He wouldn't even admit we were together."So, Elara," my mother asked suddenly, "When are you giving us a grandchild?"I nearly choked on my wine.Julian calmly patted my back. "We're working on it, Ma'am."His answer made my parents even happier."That's right! Have a few while you're young," my father boomed. "The Moretti bloodline and the Rossi genes. The kids will be exceptional."My face got hotter and hotter."I'm going to get some air," I said, standing up. "You guys talk."Julian looked a