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Every day at work is a bad day

Chapter OneFabiola's POV"Nice ass," he grinned, showing a gold tooth as his hand brushed my hip, nearly touching my butt. This time, he didn't pretend it was an accident. I glared at him. He smirked. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I took a deep breath.Music burst through the speakers like a broken dam, and lights pulsed in every color. The air was thick with the scents of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. It was a normal day at the club—a normal day with asshole male customers.“Are you crazy?” I hissed."Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy," he drawled, his fingers tapping the table like a countdown. Oh gosh, if my eyes were guns, he’d be dead.He chuckled. He stretched his hand toward my face. “Don’t be—” I slapped his hand away. He began to laugh.I grabbed the tray off the table and immediately walked away.I ground my teeth. On the inside, I was an erupting volcano. I promised myself that I would defend myself the next time. But here I was being a coward. I let out a deep breath.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

Chapter TwoFabiola’s POVMy hands trembled as I stacked the glasses. My heart clenched hard. Was my mind playing tricks on me or what?Alessandro?Was that him? I shook my head vehemently as if that would make his face disappear from my head. Gone was the happy face he had. It was replaced with a deep scowl. He looked macho and… and wealthy. Where did all that money come from?“Fabiola?” I flinched and immediately turned around.“Yes,” all I could manage was a whisper.Isabella gave me an odd look. Pity or care. I couldn’t say which one it was.“You okay?”I plastered a grin on. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just that I’m a little tired.”“Hmmm,” Isabella raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” she smiled. While something told me she didn’t believe me, I didn’t want to prove myself any further. The longer we talked, the more likely I was to blurt out my problems to her. Isabella hugged me, said goodbye, and walked out the door. Of course, she told me to finish up quickly and go home. I never knew she was a t

An offer

Chapter ThreeFabiola’s POVI scooted to the other end of the chair as if it would reduce the distance between us. He opened his eyes, and I swallowed."Aless…Alessandro," I muttered. My hands shook greatly. I used the other one to hold it in place. "Wha…What are you doing in…in town?" I swallowed. My attempt to sound lackadaisical was failing woefully. And since when did I become a stammerer? I tried to crack a smile, but it felt like it would slice my face in half.A flicker of irritation glossed through his face as he uncrossed his legs, then he turned to me. "3 years, Fabiola," he said softly. "3 whole years since we’ve last seen each other, and that is what you ask me?"I swallowed again, staring at my hands. Suddenly, I felt like a child caught stealing, hands in a cookie jar. His smooth voice and his calm demeanor unnerved me. The Alessandro I knew would have been raging by now.All I could look at were my hands. I was tired of the fear all night. My feet hurt, and I badly want

He's brutal

Chapter FourFabiola’s POVDespite the loud music, the many celebrities, the beautiful women strutting around, and the fact that my old colleagues from the club were gazing at me, all I could feel was his stare. I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me.At some point, it was like a blanket over my shoulder. There was no way I was going to avoid it. No matter how long I stayed, so long as I turned around, I would find Alessandro’s eyes on me. As if that was not enough, his staring was so obvious that the others would stare in my direction.He stared more when I had to talk to unknown people; he would nod in my direction, and these gossip mongers in the guise of my old friends and colleagues would hang around to hear more gossip.To my surprise, I found out Alessandro Armani was the 10th richest man in the country and one of the youngest. I guess that was why I was being glared at by some ladies at the other end of the party.I took in a deep breath and a sip of my drink. Th

Now in his life

Chapter FiveFabiola’s POVI froze.Was he awake? But he just spoke. Does he sleep talk? I held my breath as I watched Alessandro slowly sit up, and I sat back on the bed, wrapping my arms around me, giving him as much distance as possible. My eyes went wide as he began to stare at me. I quickly looked away.“Erm… is.. is this your bedroom?” I muttered.“Isn’t it obvious?” I stole a glance at him and saw that he rolled his eyes. He was staring at a picture of himself by the bed. I swallowed. He was grumpy. I take it he was not a morning person. My heart was pounding. I clutched the sheets tighter to my chest. What do I do now? What do I say now? Did we… did I…I tried to steal another look, and we locked gaze. I quickly looked away. It felt like the duvet around my body was now made of embarrassment. Alessandro chuckled.“I took your clothes off,” Alessandro drawled. My face went bright red. What!“Oh… okay,” I muttered, unable to look him in the face while clutching the blanket tight

Shattered secrets

Chapter SixFabiola's POVMy heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break free and run far away from this nightmare.I couldn’t breathe. The woman’s words kept echoing in my skull, sharp and vicious: *He knows your secret. Alessandro knows about your daughter and he’s going to take her away from you.*The hallway blurred around me. My bare feet stumbled across the cold marble floor as I tried to escape, one hand clutching the wall for support. The oversized t-shirt I’d found in the guest room barely reached my thighs, but modesty was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was Sienna—my sweet, fragile three-year-old with her father’s ice-blue eyes and my stubborn curls. She was probably waking up right now, asking my mother where Mommy was.And this man… this monster I once loved… wanted to rip her from me.“Fabiola.”His voice sliced through the air like a blade—low, controlled, and terrifyingly calm. I froze mid-step, every muscle locking up. Even after two year

The demand

Chapter SevenFabiola’s POVMy forehead still burned where Alessandro had pressed that possessive kiss.I stood frozen against the wall, my body trapped between cold marble and the heat of the man who now held my entire life in his hands. The penthouse felt smaller, the air thicker, like the walls were closing in to witness my surrender.“I’ll do anything,” I had whispered only moments ago. The words tasted like ash on my tongue now.Alessandro stepped back just enough to study my face, his ice-blue eyes searching, calculating, devouring. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise rough and low. “Now tell me everything. No more lies. No more half-truths. I want every detail about my daughter.”Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked. My legs shook so badly I thought I might collapse. When I didn’t speak fast enough, his hand returned to my jaw, tilting my face up again.“Start talking, Fabiola.”So I did.Between broken sobs, I told him everything except the exact truth. How I discovered I

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