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What He Was Afraid Of

Elena POV I didn't go back to my room. I couldn't, not after everything Dante had said and everything he had left unsaid. You're the reason the board is moving. The words wouldn't leave my head. They kept coming back, sharp and impossible to ignore. This wasn't about my father's debt anymore, or even the money. Somehow, it was about me, and I hated that I still didn't understand why. I slowed as I reached the hallway leading to the guest rooms where my father was staying. For a moment, I considered turning around. I didn't want to hear more lies or discover that the things I was beginning to suspect were true. But I was tired of being kept in the dark, and I couldn't keep pretending that what he'd already told me was enough. I pushed the door open. He was awake, sitting exactly where I'd left him, as though he hadn't moved since our last conversation. When he looked up and saw me, his expression changed. "Elena..." His voice was softer this time, more cautious, as if he wasn't

What They Don’t See

Dante POV The house was quieter than it should have been. I stood in my office with an untouched glass in my hand, looking out at the city while I considered what had happened. Someone had breached our security, and the precision of the intrusion suggested that whoever was responsible had a reason for every move they made. “Say it again.” The man behind me hesitated before answering. “Security rotation changed at 02:00. By 02:17, they were already inside the perimeter.” Seventeen minutes. That was too fast. “Access points?” “West corridor. Service entrance.” My jaw tightened. “That entrance was closed.” “It was.” I turned to face the three men standing before me. They were all loyal, trusted members of my security team, but that trust had become harder to maintain. The entrance hadn't been forced. Someone had opened it from the inside. “Say it clearly,” I ordered. Nobody spoke. They knew what the evidence suggested, but none of them wanted to be the first to say it aloud.

They Know My Face

Elena POV Eyes on me. Again. This time, they weren't even trying to hide it. I felt their attention the moment I stepped into the hallway. Guards who used to look past me were now watching me, while staff who once moved freely through the mansion slowed down or fell silent whenever I approached. I kept walking, my back straight and my head up, pretending not to notice. But something inside me had changed. This wasn't ordinary curiosity. There was something deliberate about the way they looked at me, something that felt more like recognition. And that was new. A group of staff members stood near the far end of the hallway, talking quietly. As I approached, their conversation stopped so abruptly that it felt as though someone had cut the sound from the room. I caught a few words before the silence settled. “...It's her.” “Don't.” “You don't see it?” “I said stop talking.” My pulse quickened, but I didn't look at them. I kept walking as though I hadn't heard a thing. Their wor

Break the Silence

No one spoke when we entered the room. Not even when the door shut behind us with a heavy click. Dante walked to the center as if he owned the place, and everyone else seemed content to let him. The silence was suffocating. The air felt too still, too controlled, as though the entire room were waiting for something ugly to happen. Three men knelt on the marble floor, bruised and bleeding. Their faces were swollen, their skin marked by the beating they had taken before we arrived. Yet none of them looked broken. That was what unsettled me. Men who knew they were about to die usually begged, shook, or tried anything they could to survive. These three sat upright with steady heads and clear eyes, as if they were waiting for someone. A chill crept down my spine. Dante approached them without rushing. He moved with the same deliberate calm I had come to recognize, each step measured as his shoes echoed against the marble. When he stopped in front of them, he said nothing. Neither ques

I Shouldn’t Have Done That

Elena POV Everything was happening too fast. Orders were being shouted, footsteps echoed through the mansion, and doors opened and closed as guards rushed from one place to another. The place no longer felt like a home. It felt like a battlefield, and I was standing in the middle of it without knowing what was really going on. “You don’t leave this floor.” Dante’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and final. I turned to face him. “You’re locking me in now?” “Why do you always act like that with me?” I demanded. “I’m keeping you alive,” he said. “That’s not the same thing.” His eyes darkened slightly. “It is tonight.” I hated that tone, the one that made it clear he considered the conversation over before I’d even had a chance to finish speaking. “I’m not one of your men,” I said. “And you’re not in a position to argue with me, Elena.” I stared at him, anger tightening my chest. This was control, pure and simple, and I hated it. “They were talking about me,” I said, st

What Power Really Is

Elena POV I barely had time to catch my breath before the mansion came alive again. Shouts rang out from the lower levels, heavy boots struck the marble floors, and doors slammed as voices overlapped in urgent, hushed tones. Something was happening, something serious enough to set the entire house in motion. I told myself to stay put. I really did. But after what I'd overheard in the hallway, sitting still felt impossible. Every instinct told me that remaining ignorant was more dangerous than finding out what was going on. I slipped out of my room and made my way to the wide balcony overlooking the main courtyard. The night air was cooler than I'd expected. Below, harsh white floodlights illuminated the courtyard, leaving nowhere for anyone to hide. Guards stood in formation along the edges, their faces stern and their rifles ready. A man knelt in the center of the courtyard with his hands bound tightly behind his back. His face was bruised and swollen, one eye nearly shut. Blood

I See It Now

Elena POV I stayed in the courtyard long after everyone else had disappeared into the mansion. The floodlights continued to buzz overhead, illuminating the blood on the stone. No one had come to clean it up or even cover the worst of the stains. In any normal world, someone would have erased the evidence within minutes, hiding what had happened and allowing everyone to forget. But this wasn't a normal world. This was Dante's world, and here, reminders were deliberate. They wanted everyone to remember what happened when someone failed or betrayed the house. I wrapped my arms around myself, pressing my fingers against my sides. The night had grown colder, but I barely noticed. The shock of watching the beating had faded, leaving something quieter and more unsettling behind. Luca's words kept repeating in my head. That wasn't the one. They had brutalized a man in front of everyone to provoke a reaction from the real traitor. Someone had watched the entire thing, and according to Luca

Blood in the House

Elena POV I was still standing outside Dante’s office, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I tried to settle the storm of thoughts left behind by our confrontation. This is about me. The words wouldn't leave me alone. They sat heavily in my chest, growing harder to ignore with every breath. Then footsteps echoed from downstairs, fast and urgent, followed by a sharp shout. A gunshot rang out. I flinched, my body freezing for half a second before the sound registered. Almost immediately, the quiet dissolved into chaos. “Move!” “Lock it down!” “Intruders!” Another gunshot cracked through the mansion, closer than the first. My pulse raced as doors opened and voices filled the corridors. Whatever was happening downstairs, it wasn't a false alarm. They weren't here for territory. They weren't here to challenge Dante's empire. They were here for me. I ran toward the stairs, ignoring the voice calling my name behind me. By the time I reached the lower level, guards were alre

The Stop Lying to Me

The words refused to leave me. She’s coming. They echoed louder with every passing second, refusing to fade no matter how hard I tried to push them down. I stood motionless in the hallway long after the body had been removed, after the bloodstains had been wiped from the marble until it gleamed again, after the guards had returned to their posts and the urgent voices had quieted to murmurs. The mansion had gone still, but my mind hadn’t. It felt like the calm before something far worse arrived. Now the threat had a shape. Not a full picture, not yet — just a single, chilling pronoun that carried weight. She. And the way the dying man had said it… like it was inevitable. Like it was already in motion. My chest tightened, but not purely from fear. It was sharper than that. Because if I had started connecting the pieces, Dante had known for much longer. Which meant he had been hiding it from me. Again. Enough. I didn’t give myself time to hesitate or talk myself out of it. I turned

The Woman Who Burned Him

The Woman Who Burned Him Elena’s POV I didn’t leave. Even after Dante’s final words about there being no exceptions, I remained in his office, unable to shake the feeling that something important was still missing. His rules could wait. There was one thing I needed to understand first. She’s coming. The words kept returning to me, carrying a warning I couldn't ignore. This wasn't random violence or another enemy trying to challenge Dante's empire. Whatever was happening had a history, and from the way he'd reacted to the intruder's final words, I suspected it was a history he desperately wanted to keep buried. “You’re still hiding something,” I said. Dante stood by his desk, his attention directed toward the window. He didn't turn immediately, but I noticed the slight shift in his shoulders. “I've told you what you need to know, Elena.” “That’s not true.” He turned slowly, his dark eyes settling on mine. There was nothing inviting about his expression. He looked as guarded as

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