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Cristiano’s glare was cold, his tone laced with menace, leaving no room for doubt. “Why are you doing this?” Fabio asked, his eyes helpless and pleading. He loved Siena so much, and losing her forever would tear his heart apart. “None of your business,” was Cristiano’s only reply as he snatched the passport from Fabio’s lap and shoved it hard into his chest, forcing him to take it. Fabio took it. He had no choice. But in his mind, he made a decision of his own, and his eyes gleamed with dark determination as he kept staring at the papers in his hand.

“Hah! None of the men I know are particularly enticing, so I’ll pass. Putting that aside, here, take this. It may help you perform better in the future… Good luck!” Watching as Lea bolted off after handing her the book, Fabiola raised a slight brow before looking at the cover… and to her shock, it was entitled, ‘Seventy-two positions for you and your loved one’! What the fuck?! Still… Who was to say that she wouldn’t use this in the future? With that in mind, she quickly snuck the book into her pocket before pretending that nothing had ever happened…

While I wasn’t against playing with her while she slept, I needed to know it was something she wanted. See? People can change. For the most part, anyway. I inched towards her bed. “You didn’t seem to mind.” A pale blush stained her cheeks, visible in the golden light her bedside lamp emitted. She closed the book in her lap, which I now noticed, and set it on the table. “What are you reading?” I eyed the book and its interesting cover. There was a couple on the front, locked in an embrace that seemed a bit over dramatic. The man had Fabio hair that was blown back by an invisible breeze. He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color.

(NFTMB) Chapter 95 Valentino (Laura's Replica) What a morning! Another day, another drama. Fabiano just wouldn't stop. Whenever and wherever there's trouble there will always be Fabiano. It's like a magnet that pulls him. He can't help it. He has always been like that. For some people there are good times and there are bad times. But for Fabiano it's always bad. He has never been good. Right from when we were younger.

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Fabi shook his head slowly, his expression softening completely, filled with nothing but absolute adoration. “No, never. You are never ugly to me. You are beautiful—every version of you. The smiling you, the strong you, the worried you… and yes, even the crying you. I love you exactly as you are, always.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips warm and steady against her skin. “I heard… I heard you filed charges against Noah,” Fabi said quietly after a moment, his tone shifting just a little—still soft, but carrying a weight Selin could not yet name.

North’s POV Maybe because before Fabio, my romantic history barely existed outside of crushes, fantasies, and awkward almost relationships that never became real. I had never truly dated anyone before him. A complete virgin. Completely inexperienced. And somehow the first man I genuinely fell for turned out to be the devil wearing a tailored suit. Like every manipulative person on this earth, Fabio started off perfect. Painfully perfect. He remembered tiny details about me after one conversation. He sent food to my apartment during late study nights. Bought flowers for my mother after hearing she liked orchids. Called me beautiful in ways that made my chest ache.

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.

Yaslyn pressed. Fabia hemmed and hawed, struggling to find the right words but ultimately saying nothing. "What's the matter? Are you unwilling, or have you been threatened?" Yaslyn inquired further. Fabia shook his head, his response causing Yaslyn's eyebrows to furrow. "I don't know who he is." "Do you remember what he looks like?" After pausing for a moment, Fabia began cautiously, "He's quite handsome and appears gentle, but his eyes are cold. Most notably, he has a tiny butterfly-shaped pink scar near his eyebrow."

“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.