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Moments later, Mandy’s panicked voice broke through first. “Jane, don’t misunderstand! It’s all for the show!” “Thomas’ the commentator. He has to think about ratings…” Thomas immediately jumped in, urgency lacing his voice. “Yeah, babe! The rescue team’s already on their way! Just stay put!” For ratings? The last trace of warmth in my chest drained away. I questioned them deliberately, word by word. “You rigged the engine to overheat and explode, sabotaged the brake hydraulics, even locked the escape doors in advance… all for ratings?”

I wasn’t ready to talk about it and didn’t want to think about it. Nico walked to a cabinet and grabbed a plastic bag. “This is for you.” “What is this?” I asked, fearing for the worst. Did Fabio have more secrets? “He used to write these letters every year on your birthday in this very office,” Nico spoke. “He planned on giving it to you someday, but he never found the courage to.” He said. “He was sure you hated him.” He was right. “Fabio wrote this?” I pulled out one of the many envelopes. Sofia’s betrayal hit him so hard that man couldn’t even talk about his feelings, let alone write them down on paper.

“This is hand-combed Italian cashmere. It’s a very specific kind of energy.” Joana squinted at him through her glasses. “Ah, so that’s where the attitude comes from. It’s the wool.” A roar of laughter broke out, sharp enough to cut through the jazz playing in the background. Isha clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing. “Okay, but for the sake of my next chapter, do you actually solve every minor inconvenience with a Glock?” “Sometimes,” Fabio said, his voice terrifyingly calm as he swirled his drink.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

Like she had every right to warm his bed while I shattered apart in the hallway. I took another shaky step backward. “I need to leave. Right now.” Alessandro’s expression didn’t change. He simply took one step forward. Then another. Each movement was deliberate, powerful, like a panther stalking prey that had nowhere left to run. “You’re shaking,” he observed quietly, his gaze dropping to my trembling hands before rising back to my face. “Why are you always running from me, Fabiola?” “Because you destroy everything you touch,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

Fabiano says more seriously and I clench and unclench my fists to keep my anger at bay “It's surprising, I just never thought I'd live to see that day “ Fabiano says in a serious tone and I tilt my head a little wondering what he could be surprised about “Finally found the cunt you could fuck and be satisfied?” I asked already bored “Now, you seem a bit sex deprived but that's not The point” He says “So what?”I ask not ready for his games “The Roman Alkali who could destroy thousands of empires is finally pussy whipped by a woman?” He says as if he cannot believe himself

Anna cussed, she latched her eyes tightly, grasping back the rage she felt in her heart. “ Tsk…tsk… I don't think there is any need for this sister, your son has crossed the line this time, he is an animal!” Fabio shrieked out in anger, the news of his men’s deaths came as a shock to him, Fabio had always known Damien to be a charming, handsome young man, however, when he got the package that was sent to him from Damien, he couldn't imagine, in his hearts of hearts that this could have been done by a human.

AVERY "SO TELL ME, Doctor," Fabio said after we had all sat down. "Where did you meet this brother of mine?" He asked, smiling as he chewed. It was not a happy story as they expected. Telling them that I was Iris's therapist would dampen the mood at the table. Adriano took my hand underneath the table and cut in, "That is none of your business." Fabio laughed. He nudged Mika and said, "I would never believe that he would find a good woman for himself. I always thought he would end up dying single after making bad choices with women all his youth."

He was back, and he was livid that I was still there. Fabio, already leaning heavily against the doorframe, didn't bother with Rino. His eyes went straight to me. He dragged his gaze from my face down the length of the blue dress. "Well, look who's all cleaned up," Fabio drawled, pushing off the doorframe and staggering closer. Gerardo snickered behind him. "Fucking hell," Gerardo said, "She looks... presentable. All ready for her big send-off." Fabio reached the bed and placed a hand on the mattress beside my leg. I flinched violently, trying to pull my knee up toward my chest despite the searing pain in my ribs.

They said they had something to do now so they didn't come with us. "I drink, but just not now. I don't feel like doing it right now." I said with a smile. Fabio is actually a gentleman. Well, he's a little bit flirty but tolerable. I think that it's just really his nature. It's his thing. Fabio's a bit tanned and muscular. His muscles are almost bursting with excessive size. And I also think that he's a mixed. I would doubt if he'll say he's pure Filipino because he doesn't look like one.