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Juliana's POV"I should go," I said hastily, avoiding Marco's gaze. "We can discuss the details of my work later, Don Landini."Dante looked down at me. "Vittorio has your information. He'll be in touch.""Papa, why don't you drive Juliana home?" Isabella said."No, don't trouble yourself," I said. "I'll just call an Uber—""My driver will take you," Dante interrupted. "I'll ride with you. We need to have a word."I wanted to protest, but the determination in his eyes was non-negotiable."It's settled then," Isabella said with a radiant smile. "It was lovely meeting you, Juliana. I hope we can be friends soon."I followed Dante to the black sedan parked at the estate entrance. His consigliere, Vittorio, handed him a folder. It was the contract.The driver opened the back door for me. I slid into the leather seat, and Dante sat beside me."Where to, Don?" the driver asked."To 'Sicilian Rose' in the docklands.""I thought you were taking me home," I said."I need to speak with you in pr

Juliana's POVThe pain was suffocating. I curled into a ball on my bed and wept, the trauma a whimpering animal trapped in my ribs.Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, I saw the suit jacket he'd left tossed on the headboard.It was Dante's jacket.I snatched it like a lifeline and buried my face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of cigars and crisp mint.Miraculously, the suffocating pain subsided. Dante's scent was a shield, blocking the nausea Marco had induced.I clutched the jacket and drifted into a restless sleep, enveloped in his presence.In my dream, I was back in the penthouse, pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window. A shirtless Dante pinned me against the glass, his lips landing on the very spot Marco had just bitten, his voice a low growl as he declared, "You're mine."I woke with a start, bright daylight stinging my eyes.My cheeks were burning. Damn it. I'd had a sex dream about Dante.Today was my first official day of lessons at the Landini estate.As I washed up, I s

Juliana's POV"Just as I said, Don," Franco fanned the flames from behind Dante. "She's not only neglecting her duties, she's encouraging him to waste his time on frivolous things. She should be dismissed immediately."I was stunned. I had thought he was just strict, but now it seemed he actively wanted me fired."That's not what happened," I said, turning to grab a stack of drawings from the desk. "This is Matteo's work from today."Dante took the papers and looked through them. They were several charcoal sketches with bold compositions and strong lines. His eyebrows shot up in surprise."Matt drew these?""Yes. He has a great deal of talent, he just lacks the right guidance," I said, giving a pointed look to a pale-faced Franco. "And a little relaxation is necessary. He's only seven, Don Landini. He doesn't need military discipline, he needs companionship."Dante lowered the drawings, his expression complex as he looked at me. "Are you teaching me how to be a father?""I wouldn't dar

Third Person POVMarco sat in his dimly lit office, swirling a glass of whiskey. His phone rang."Boss, good news," his subordinate's voice came through. "Carla took the bait. The judge has been taken care of too.""Excellent," Marco said, taking a sip of his drink, a cruel smile on his lips. "Is Juliana still working at that damn estate?""Yes. I hear she has the little devil wrapped around her finger. Even Dante seems to have a soft spot for her.""Hmph, a soft spot?" Marco sneered. "After the scandal tomorrow, we'll see if Dante is so keen on keeping a liar and a whore in his house to teach his son. I'm going to make sure she can't even get a job as a waitress in this city."He hung up and looked out at the bustling Manhattan skyline."Juliana, you brought this on yourself. When you have nothing left, you'll come crawling back."Juliana's POV"I'm definitely underdressed," I muttered, tugging at my skirt. It was my best cocktail dress, but I felt hopelessly plain among the socialite

Juliana's POVProfessor Green's face went ashen. He slumped against the lectern for support.Carla backed away in terror. "No... that's not true! You forged that!"Dante finally turned his attention to her, his gaze holding the flat, dismissive look one gives a bug. "Miss Moretti. This 'ghost-painting' accusation... that's your own common practice, isn't it? We also have evidence of you buying work and passing it off as your own at previous exhibitions."He snapped his fingers. Two bodyguards walked onto the stage."Get them out of my sight," Dante's voice was cold and merciless. "I don't want their filth tainting the air in here."The organizer, wiping his sweat, nodded profusely. "Yes, yes, we will deal with these delinquents seriously!"In a matter of seconds, Dante's decisive action had turned the entire farce on its head.Carla was still screaming as she was dragged away, while I stood on the stage, looking at Dante beside me, feeling like I was in a dream."Let's go to the banque