Todos los capítulos de Tempting The Devil’s Son: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Gianna’s POVHe didn't wait for my reaction. He raised two fingers and called out toward the side door."Seven."The door opened instantly. A tall, sharply dressed man with a professional posture stepped into the room. He carried a leather briefcase in his right hand."Yes, Don," Seven said respectfully, stopping beside the desk."Open the file," Don Xavier commanded.Seven clicked open the briefcase, pulling out a thick folder filled with legal documents. He set them flat on the desk right in front of me, capping it off with a sleek black pen.I stared down at the white pages, my eyes tracking the bold header text at the top of the first sheet.It was a corporate registration document for an international pharmaceutical holding company, the company Don Xavier used to run his entire illegal hard drug operation."I need someone perfectly clean," Don Xavier said, his voice dropping into a smooth, businesslike tone. "Someone with a completely spotless history.”“No criminal record. No p

Gianna’s POV"Me and you can never work, Dario."My voice was barely a whisper, but it sliced through the air between us.I didn't care that his arms were still wrapped around my waist. I didn't care that his chest was rising and falling against mine, warm and solid and desperate.It was all a lie."You love Franca," I said, looking straight into his eyes. "You have always loved her. And you just want to use me to get to her."Dario’s posture went rigid. "Gianna, don't…""I will never let myself be fooled a second time," I cut in, my voice dead and hollowed out by grief. "It’s over, Dario. Move on."The words tasted like copper in my mouth.I had dreamed of this man for years. I had ruined my life for him. I had walked into his father's den of wolves just to earn a single glance from him. And now that he was holding me, now that he was begging me to stay, I felt nothing but a cold, suffocating poison."Now you can destroy Franca's marriage," I spat, a bitter, broken laugh tearing ou

Gianna’s POVVivianne stood up from the bed immediately, sensing the shift in the room."I will excuse you two," Vivianne said politely, giving my mother a respectful smile.As Vivianne walked toward the door, she turned back toward me, catching my eye. She cut her eyes at me in a playful gesture, a silent girl-code message saying, We are definitely continuing this conversation later.Then, she stepped out into the hallway and pulled the bedroom door shut behind her, leaving me alone with my mother, and whatever grand news she was holding.She reached out. Her palms were warm as she framed my face in her hands."I know about your father's company, Gianna," she whispered. Tears gathered in her lower lashes, glistening like glass, refusing to fall."I am so sorry you had to carry all that burden alone, my child."My throat closed up. The weight of her hands on my cheeks felt too gentle for the dark world I had walked into last night. I reached up and covered her hands with mine, holding

Roman’s POVFriday. Noon.Outside the tinted glass of my car, the sky hung low, dark with grey clouds. It threatened rain. It always threatened rain in this city, but the sky refused to break.Luca sat in the driver's seat. He kept his eyes on the road, but I saw him watching me in the rearview mirror."What's our next move with Voss?" Luca asked. His voice was flat. Business as usual."There is no next move," I said. "He signed.""Do you trust him?"I tilted my head, looking at the passing buildings. "I trust desperation."Luca took a left turn toward the hospital district. "What if he panics? What if he takes your name to the feds?""Look at the man, Luca," I replied. "Does he look like someone that would go to the FBI?""He’s clean, Roman. Clean men get scared.""He knows better," I said. "He has a family. He has a daughter. He knows what happens if my name leaves his mouth."Luca stayed silent for a moment. He shifted his grip on the steering wheel. "And Gianna?"The name hit me l

Roman’s POVEven after I stepped out of her bedroom, I couldn’t bring myself to dial her father's number.Not yet.I pitied Raina. I really did. The predicament she was in was absolute hell. Telling a man like her father that his daughter is pregnant by his own blood brother? It was a suicide mission.But pity didn't make me stupid.I wasn't going to let myself be used as a convenient meat shield. I had enough fires burning around me without adding a fake paternity scandal to my name. I was already fighting wars on three different fronts. Becoming the official father of Charles Vance’s incestuous bastard was out of the question.Fuck this whole situation.I walked down the quiet corridor. At the end of the hall, two of my men stood near the grand staircase. High-caliber sidearms strapped to their vests. Expressionless faces.I stopped in front of them."Station yourselves right outside her door," I ordered. "Two feet from the frame. Don't leave your posts."The guard on the left nodd