The Angel's Den のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Emilio-The door closed behind Wilhemina.I didn't move. The folder remained clutched in my hand, the photographs inside suddenly feeling like they weighed a fucking ton.Emotions was pouring through me. Embarrassment, confusion, but most of all... anger I was fucking seething. Yet, somewhere beneath all of it, I knew this was my fault.I knew it. But fuck that! Who the hell did Wilhemina think she was?Walking in here making demands. Threatening me. Telling me where she was going to live as though my opinion meant absolutely nothing!The ball is no longer in your court.My jaw clenched. For the first time tonight, I realized one painful thing that I'd long forgotten. Wilhemina was indeed Mafia and without a doubt, Rucci's daughter. Arrogant fucking—“GEORGE!”My voice thundered through the house. Seconds later, George appeared. Calm. Of course he was fucking calm.“How can I help you, sir?”I scoffed.“Don't fucking play with me.”His expression remained neutral.“Sir?”“It was you,

Wilhemina-“Here’s your mail, Mrs. Saldini.”I glanced up from the contract I’d been reviewing and smiled as Latisha stepped into my office.“Thank you, Latisha.”She placed several envelopes on my desk.“How’s Mary doing?”Latisha instantly perked up.“Oh, she is wonderful! Super-fast learner. Complete computer whiz. Honestly, training her has been a breeze.”I smiled. I wasn’t surprised. Mary had been efficient even as my maid. Friday marked several days of her shadowing Latisha, and apparently, she’d adapted quickly.“Glad to hear it. You ladies can wrap things up and head out early today.”Latisha squealed.“Seriously?! Thank you! I still have last-minute packing to do.”I laughed.“Well, then you better get out of here. Don’t let Tim do all the work.”“Please. Tim would forget his toothbrush if I didn’t pack it.”I laughed as she headed toward the door.“Latisha?”“Yes?”“Send Mary in before you go.”A few minutes later, a familiar face peeked around my door.“Mrs. Rucci? You wan

Wilhemina-Warmth.That was the first thing I noticed as consciousness slowly pulled me from sleep. Warmth, the quiet hum of engines, and a steady heartbeat beneath my cheek. I shifted slightly before realizing I was practically curled into Azrael’s side, one arm draped across his stomach while his arm rested securely around me.“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”I smiled without opening my eyes.“Morning.”His lips pressed against the top of my head.“You can go back to sleep. We still have another eight hours.”My eyes opened.“Eight?”“Approximately.”I stretched, my legs extending beneath the blanket he’d apparently placed over me while I slept.“I’ve already been asleep for like three hours.”“two hours and fifty-three minutes.”I lifted my head.“You timed me?”“No.” His mouth twitched. “I looked at the clock.”“Mmhmm.”He chuckled. I sat up and glanced around the private jet. I’d flown privately more times than I could count, but there was something different about this.Maybe be

Azrael-The sun hadn’t risen yet.Darkness still blanketed the bedroom, broken only by the faint silver glow slipping through the curtains.I should’ve gotten up twenty minutes ago...I didn’t. I couldn't. Instead, I lay there watching her sleep.Wilhemina’s mouth was slightly parted, her breathing falling into a soft, steady rhythm. Her curls were scattered across the pillow in every damn direction, a few strands resting against her cheek. The sheets were wrapped around her body, leaving one shoulder exposed.She looked beautiful. Angelic. Perfect. My chest tightened.Fuck.How had one woman managed to completely destroy every wall I’d spent years building? I lifted my hand and traced one finger along her cheek. Carefully. Gently.She shifted slightly but didn’t wake. A smile tugged at my mouth.My angel.Seven fucking years. That was how long I’d searched for her.Seven years of wondering if perhaps blood loss had caused me to imagine her. If the smoke, pain, and certainty that I was

Wilhemina-The moment my heels touched the pavement outside Azrael’s private terminal, reality returned...and I hated it.For the past week, I’d been Wilhemina Rucci. Almost Wilhemina Valchini. Not Emilio Saldini’s wife and not Alfredo Rucci’s daughter.Just...me.Unfortunately, that little vacation from my life was officially over. Azrael’s driver removed our luggage while I adjusted my coat.“Well...” I sighed. “I guess this is where we separate.”Azrael nodded.The plan was simple. His plane had landed at his private terminal while I would be driven to another terminal where my arranged car service waited. As far as anyone was concerned, Wilhemina Saldini had just returned from Corclan in the Southern-Region...not Elko.And definitely not from a week-long romantic getaway with Azrael Valchini. I turned.“I’ll call you—”“Mina.”I stopped. Something in his voice made me turn back. His expression had changed. His jaw was clenched. Brows drawn tight.“What’s wrong?”Silence was betwee