Tempting The Devil’s Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Gianna Voss POV"We are supposed to be married next week, Dario! What the hell is wrong with you?"My voice echoed off the high ceiling, the sharp click of my heels cutting through the silence of the hallway as I hurried after him.Dario didn't alter his stride. He kept moving, treating my presence like background noise."You aren't taking the wedding preparations seriously at all, are you?" I demanded, finally catching up and wrapping my fingers around his arm.He halted, pulling his arm hard from my grip. When he turned to look down at me, his gaze was flat. "Go home, Gianna. You're giving me a headache."A familiar ache tightened in my chest. This was the Bellini family estate. They weren't just wealthy, they held the entire city in a suffocating grip. Everyone feared them. And for as long as I could remember, anchoring myself to the Bellini name had been my consuming obsession.Our parents had been associates for decades, but Dario and I had never been close. In college, he was

Gianna’s POVI shoved his hands off me. "Are you mad?!"I didn't even know she was engaged. Franca hadn't said a word to me.Dario pulled back, running a hand through his hair and groaning. "Do you want me to be serious about this marriage or not, Gianna?""Of course I do! But she’s my best friend. I can’t do that to her."Dario’s expression softened. He looked at me with a sincerity that felt almost real. "I’ve always liked you, Gianna. You know that, right?"I scrambled up on the bed. "Really?""Yes," he said smoothly. "But you always hide in the shadows. We can make this work, a real marriage, beautiful kids, a happy life."My heart melted. It was the dream I’d had since high school. But betraying Franca to get it? The guilt was already heavy."I want to do right by you," Dario whispered, stroking my cheek. "We won't do anything too serious. We just need to make sure the party doesn’t happen.""I want to pay her back for humiliating me in front of everyone. You remember, Gianna. Yo

Gianna’s POVI came out from the shower, steam clinging to my skin as I pulled on a simple, sleeveless cream dress with a high turtleneck. After twisting my hair up into a neat, secure bun and checking my reflection, I stepped out of the room.Roman was waiting in the living room and the moment my heels clicked against the floorboards, he stood up."Ready?""Sure," I answered, though a nervous flare vibrated in my chest.His eyes traveled an intentional path from the top of my head down to my shoes, the intensity of his gaze making my skin tingle."You look stunning, Gianna," he said smoothly then turned and strode out the front door without waiting for a reply.I stood there completely stunned. A bitter memory resurfaced, Dario had never offered me a compliment. Not once in all the years I had spent trailing behind him. Yet his brother could make my cheeks burn with a single lookWhen I stepped outside, the sight in the driveway took my breath away, a blood-red sports car, sleek an

Gianna’s POVTears blurred my vision, hot and stinging, but I refused to let them fall. The pathetic audacity of his response turned my blood into pure gasoline. I couldn't even face his mask of indifference without wanting to rip it off."Is this a joke to you, you pathetic, small-dick piece of shit?!" I shrieked, the curse words ripping out of me with venom I didn't know I possessed. "You absolute waste of skin! I chased you for years!…degrading myself for a worthless coward who couldn’t even be a man if his life depended on it. You are a disgusting, bottom-feeding parasite, Dario. I hope you choke on your own filth!"Dario’s nonchalant smirk finally faltered, his eyes darkening as the insults hit their mark. But I was already over him. I shifted my gaze, my chest heaving as I locked onto the real viper in the room."But you know what? You aren't even my problem," I spat, stepping closer to the sofa, my fingers curling into tight, trembling fists. “It’s this cheap, backstabbing