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Without being seen, I can do so many things, like kick that wolf's butt. I looked back to see the scene I hated myself for. Deuce was laying on top of me and I was having butterflies. I walked to them and shouted hoping she could hear me. "Get out of his hold you idiot. Kill those stupid butterflies you have in your stomach, he's a fucking wolf who's perfect at hurting others. Your days are counted." Still, nothing happened except Deuce whispering words to her ear. I looked again and anger rushed through my blood. Then I did something that made me feel a little better. I slapped him, and even though he didn't feel any pain, I felt satisfied. I was about to kick him when I suddenly ended up b

"I think she loves you. You're just being insensitive." Shienna wiped away the tears that had been falling. Her feet were rooted to the spot, and she was about to leave, unable to move as if God had deliberately made her stay there to hear and see how much Bryan loved her. Of course, that was the ultimate punishment and torture for Shienna.

She was a pawn in a game that she had only just begun to comprehend, and the key I had given her was both a promise and a perilous gamble. Bella had rushed into the unknown, driven by a longing for freedom that had clouded her judgment. She didn't yet realize that freedom, in my world, came at a steep price. The car key I had bestowed upon her was not just a means of escape; it was a symbol of her newfound role in my intricate game. She had unwittingly become a player in a high-stakes match, where every move had consequences, and the lines between ally and adversary were ever-shifting.

The pain corrupted in a way that I couldn't even describe how much a heart full of lamentations could unleash in this way, becoming trapped between memories and beliefs of an unshakable love. Chained to the De Angelis' grand mansion, I still have my doubts if it was Giovanni who negotiated for Stefanno not to want to marry me, that was the final nail in the coffin of my hopes of getting out of there. As punishment for causing so much discord among our own family for a love as painful as every rumbling beat of those thunders against the glass windows, for all our love is deep, strange I admit the blood runs in our veins and the womb of which we are fruits inconveniently creates connections be

Laura regarded him for a moment. He squeezed his eyes closed and rubbed them with his fingers and thumb. He took a deep breath. “It’s been a difficult time, for Nikolas, for you…I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you.” His deep voice started to crack. “I should have trusted you…the woman I fell in love with.” He pressed his fingers into his eyelids. His statement knocked the wind out of her. “What did you say?” she whispered. She leaned in closer to him. “Angelo?” She placed her hand on his arm.

"To be honest... I knew I deserved it. Every punch he threw felt like one of the tears Scarlett must’ve cried because of me. After that, I never got close to her again." He lifts his eyes and glances at me. "I know I’ve disappointed you. I can see it in the way you’re looking at me. But believe me, no one’s more disappointed in me than I am. From the moment it all happened, not a single day has gone by that I haven’t relived it in my mind." "I was a complete asshole to a girl who only made the mistake of falling in love with me... of being part of my bet. You can’t go through life hurting people and expect to get away with it. Sooner or later, you pay the price—and I paid it by losing Scarle

"Explain how you betrayed me with your manager? How you dragged our marriage into the gutter while smiling for cameras?" Clara looked at the floor, but Adrian's voice grew desperate: "It wasn't what you think. I was lost, I-" "Lost?" My voice rose, shaking. "Lost men don't end up in bed with the same woman who books their flights and answers their calls. Don't insult me." His eyes flickered with panic. "I still love you. I want to fix this. We can go to therapy, we can-" "Love?" My chest ached with the word. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have humiliated me in front of the entire world. You wouldn't have broken us."

"I want you to stop treating her like a pawn in your twisted game. She's not her father, Alessio. She doesn't deserve this." I took a sip of my whiskey, the burn of it grounding me. "And what about me? Do I deserve what happened to my parents? To our family?" Sofia flinched, her expression softening. "That was different." "Was it?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like the Morettis destroyed everything we had. And now, I'm just returning the favour." She shook her head, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place. "This isn't justice, Alessio. It's revenge. And it's going to destroy you."

If I closed my eyes and thought about him, I could no longer visualize his image clearly. Heitor Casanova made me overcome Jardel and eight bitter years of my life. He made me understand that love was not what I thought I felt. I had suffered at the hands of an addict and now I was doing everything wrong with the man I loved. When Hector knew the whole truth, no matter what, he wouldn't forgive me.

Had given up on the world. And Cassius' words came back to haunt me. He had said that he would rather break me than let me go with anyone else and after that confession yesterday that had made his eyes look like he was going to cry, like he truly believed he loved me, that he had done everything, including the scars and punishment out of love, I realized that if I didn't find a way out, this toxic love of his would be my undoing. It would send me to my grave and he would truly believe that he was absolved of all of his sins committed against me because he did them out of 'love'.