Semua Bab The Husband I Knew: Bab 1 - Bab 8

I felt Gabriel’s lips on my chest, strong and possessive, as the world outside the Romano family’s custom Mercedes blurred into nothing. Stripped bare, I let my long legs fall over his shoulders, the closeness sending shivers through me. I could feel him pressing inside me, the sensation making my pulse race. The thrill, the closeness… it made my head spin. His hands gripped my waist as he whispered low and dark: “Relax… the soundproofing’s in place. No one’s listening. Why are you shy, hmm?” I clung to him, my heart pounding, love and desire tangled together as waves of pleasure built faster than I could catch my breath. The crescendo hit me, leaving me trembling, unable to hold back a sound. And then his lips, warm and teasing, pressed against my chest. When the sudden ring of a phone cut through the haze. Gabriel’s brow furrowed. He glanced at the screen, then answered. I saw the caller ID: Jack—one of his closest friends from the medical world. “Gabriel… you’ve lost your m

As expected, the moment Gabriel Romano ended the call, my phone buzzed. A message from Ella Reed. “Grace Miller, you should know better by now. The Romano heir is in my womb. As for the Donna’s position— you’re only warming the seat for me.” A single tear slid down my cheek. Just as Gabriel opened the car door and looked in, I turned my head away quickly. He sat down beside me, leaning closer. “Grace, what’s wrong? Are you upset?” The concern in his voice hurt more than cruelty ever could. I took a slow breath and lowered my eyes, hiding the tears. “I’m fine. Just a little tired,” I said quietly. “Will you come home with me?” He laughed softly, rubbing my hair, his voice warm and soothing. “Come on,” he murmured. “You know I’d rather be with you. I just need to take care of something urgent at the office. I’ll be back before you know it. Try not to miss me too much, okay?” With that, he cupped my face and leaned in to kiss me. I raised my finger and pressed it gently ag

I had just cleared customs when I spotted Lily. She was leaning against a black SUV parked right outside the terminal—oversized sunglasses, arms crossed, looking like she owned the place. Very Lily. Very mafia-adjacent but pretending not to be. The moment she saw me, she pulled off her sunglasses and opened her arms wide, strutting over. “Grace—” she caught herself mid-word and grinned. “Oh. Right. Anna. God, I missed you.” I got goosebumps instantly and shoved her away with one hand, bracing my arm between us to keep her from hugging me again. “Personal space,” I muttered. She laughed, completely unfazed. The engine roared to life as we pulled away from the airport. The SUV cut through the night—past the terminal lights, past narrow streets and quiet neighborhoods—until we stopped in front of a classic French villa tucked behind iron gates. Every window glowed. Music spilled out. Voices overlapped, loud and alive. I followed Lily inside, still trying to process what was ha

Gabriel POV I made the call immediately. “Get me Rossi,” I said the moment the line connected. “Now.” Rossi was the family’s private investigator—someone who didn’t ask questions and never brought me half-truths. If Grace had vanished, he would know where the threads began. He answered on the second ring. “Don.” “Find my wife,” I said. No preamble. No explanation. “I want her movements for the last two weeks. Bank access, travel records, phone activity, everything. Quietly.” “She planned to disappear,” Rossi said carefully. “I know,” I replied. “That’s why I’m calling you.” “I’ll need time.” “You have until morning,” I said. “If she crossed a border, I want to know which one and under what name.” “Yes, Don.” I hung up and sat down hard on the sofa. That was when I saw it. The contract. Still lying on the table, neatly stacked among other documents I’d signed without reading—real estate paperwork, investment approvals, routine matters that never required my attention. My