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I hope. “Adrianna!” I recognize Mario’s voice as he walks into the suite. He pulls me into his arms and I am assailed by the scent of a mix of made cologne and stored female perfume. Mario—my fiancé—is the quintessential, cliché fuck boy. Fast cars, easy money, fast women. He is the second son of Luca Lombardi, the patriarch of the Lombardi family. He is spoiled and willful, forcing his parents to fix whatever mistakes he makes with money. So far, they have covered up a bullying scandal, a hotel scandal, and several assault and sexual harassment cases. He is handsome in a boyish way and he has long, thin limbs. His blue eyes are usually unfocused and look washed out. His mother says it's str

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Bring it to me." He snapped. I smirked with the boys. "Whipped." Erico smirked. "Shut the fuck up and let's go." Vincenzo said and they all rolled their eyes. "He is still sassy as ever." Paolo said. "Where is Mario?" I asked. "He is working at home." Gio said. "Okay." I said as we exited the room. The doctor was standing outside with a scowl.

he added. “Good to know,” I commented. “Mario! What’s good, man?” We both turned our attention to the person speaking whom I remembered as... Marco. The IT god. He looked very chilled and somewhere between Mario’s age. “Hey man, how are you?” Mario answered with a big smile. He had a beautiful smile. “I’m good. Is this the woman I heard you tied the knot with?” Marco asked, looking at me with a smile while he shook hands with Mario.

Leo ends the phone. Mario groans and moves his body away from my car. "I hate you, Leonardo Alfonsi!" Mario exclaims before leaving. Leo's not only the member of that doomed clan but also the leader?

I nodded, finally understanding the scope of it. In the background, Elsa’s voice rang out again—bitter and dramatic. “He can’t even recognize me…” “I want to go the hell home, Doctor!” Mario suddenly shouted from the bed, his voice laced with frustration. “I don’t know these people. Their presence is suffocating me!” I sighed. “Alright, Mr. Mario, you’ll be discharged tomorrow,” the doctor said gently before walking out of the room. I stepped closer to Mario, whose eyes were locked on me again.

********** Meanwhile back home at the St Ann hospital… Beep beep beep… The sound of the life support machine continues to feel up commander Mario's room. Suddenly Mario opens up his eyes like the undertaker who had just seen a ghost. The machine lets out an annoying squeak sound till Mario ripped out the cables connected to him. Then it stopped, and he sat up like nothing ever happened to him. "I need to get to Panama." Commander Mario exclaimed with his veins popping out in anger

“Y-Yes boss.” Mario got off his hand, he rolled his eyes and smoked a cigarette for the second time. _________

Chapter 918 Laila was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She quickly nudged Mario, winked at him, and urged, "What are you waiting for? Say hello to Dr. Joye!" "Oh!" Mario suddenly came to his sense and smiled quickly, "...Dr. Joye! Hello, I'm Mario Reed. Thank you for recruiting us to the research laboratory. We will work hard and won’t let you down." Molly could tell that he was very reserved. But she didn't mind, and smiled with satisfaction, "Okay."

I don’t want anyone to see me cry. Dr. Davies is in his office when I arrive. I can hear the sound of someone hammering and sawing in the newly appointed storage room so I go there first to see how it goes. A young man in his early twenties is deeply focused on his task in the messy room. “Hello.” I say loud and clear to make sure he hears me. He jerks his head in my direction and when he sees me he gives me a radiant smile. “Hi. You have to be Dr. Ross. My name is Lugio.” He comes over to me, with some difficulty as he has to step over planks and tools scattered on the floor. We take each other's hands in greeting.

The application of wrong drugs and wrong treatment methods turned him into a psychopath who became extremely violent and hurt people, finding pleasure in hearing their screams and sufferings. Draco had met a chained and heavily restrained Fat Joe about five years ago when he was just 17 years old and was able to tame him and make him execute all his torture fantasies. What was even surprising was that Fat Joe, who could only be controlled under the influence of strong sleeping drugs and injections, was able to recognize Draco as his boss and even acted as if he had seen a father figure and was on a very respectful and well behaved behavior when he saw Draco. The person being tortured was the