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"You stay here, where it's safe. Your mother will be in the best private hospital. For as long as she needs." The wave of helplessness drowned me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The word came out anyway. "Thank you." "Sweetheart, don't thank me." He tapped my nose and pulled out his phone. "Sonny's got the planners lined up. Here's the concept they sent over, take a look." "You should eat light for a few days. You want to fit in the dress." "And the honeymoon, Europe or Asia? Whatever you want..." Angelo wouldn't shut up. Planning, planning, planning.

In those charged moments when his thumb brushed my pulse? The conversation shifted to shipments and alliances. I retreated to the bed, mind racing. Lila’s text from earlier nagged at me. Girl, you okay? Enzo’s losing it. She’d always been my rock—the one who listened to my fears about being used. But something felt off. Too quick. Too convenient. My phone vibrated again. Another message from an unknown number: Don’t trust the Don. He uses everyone. Come to the lobby. I can get you out.

We were the ones walking right into the lion's den. "Antonio, you come with me. The men will bring down everyone who stands in their way. Let's go find Don." It was one thing to find Don's hideout finally, and it was another to find where he was in here. I stared at the huge building looming over us, wondering how I would find Don in there. And wasn't this place supposed to be flooded with his men coming down to fight us by now? It was so calm, too calm. I nudged one of the men on the floor with my foot, and he grunted, showing that he was still alive. I crouched to his level and placed my gun against his temple.

Isabella stirred slightly, murmuring his name in her sleep, her hand tightening on his chest like even unconscious she was holding onto him. Dante closed his eyes, breathing in her vanilla scent, feeling her warmth against him. For the first time in his violent life, he felt complete. Whole. Like all the broken pieces his father had created had finally been put back together by this one perfect woman. Tomorrow, they will face the Bratva threat. Tomorrow, the dangers of his world would come crashing back. Tomorrow, he would have to be the Don again—ruthless, calculating, controlled. But tonight, at this moment, he was just a man in love with his wife.

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

DANNIE'S POV I am outside my house, inside my car, but I am unsure if I should go in or not. It was already one morning when I got home from Honey's condo, my childhood friend. Honey called me when we were in the elevator with Anastasia, telling me she was already in the Philippines. I have waited for her for a long time because I told myself before she left that when she comes back, I will confess my feelings and court her. But how can I do that when Anastasia, my wife, and our unborn child are already with me?

The patterns rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if his deep-seated greed for money had materialized into some kind of scar after being in contact with my body. My nausea was instantly suppressed by an icy hunger. I no longer saw him as a despicable liar, but rather a ripe honey source to be harvested. Disgust turned into scrutiny. My gaze on him was like that of someone evaluating livestock close to the end of its life. I grabbed Nicholas' wrist, and his skin was hot, like it was on fire. The moment I stepped into Dewy Honey Shop, the cloyingly sweet honey scent intensified tenfold. It was like invisible syrup flooding my lungs. It almost made me nauseous, yet it simultaneously st

"Helena! Have you lost your mind?! You dare touch my men?! "Don't forget who saved your life back then!" I did not retreat. I, Helena Antonio, was the sole heir of the Antonio family in Sicily, the Don's daughter. No one in this entire world, apart from my father, could make me bow. If I wanted to, I could have subdued him in a second. However, all I could see was Lily's pale face before she died. Covered in blood, her voice weak as she whispered, "Mom… When will Dad come home… I'll be good… I won't eat candy… I won't ask for hugs… As long as Dad comes back and loves me a little more… Okay?"

he said after he watched her stare at the cup hesitantly, but she'd be stupid not to drink it, at this point she couldn't care less what was in it. "Okay now why don't you start by telling me your name and how you got here, and Hermosa, speak the truth I can tell if you lie and the Don would not like that" he said. After one minute of contemplating she said. "My name is Ally and I ran away from my uncle's house..due to personal reasons," she said plainly. He looked at her to see if she was lying, he was waiting for any subtle change in her facial expression to give her away but there was none.

My tongue tried to push past the seam of her lips, but her lips remained tightly sealed. She was different. Unlike the women who eagerly parted their legs for me. She stiffened in my arms. Her lips remained tightly closed at first. But her resistance wasn't helping me to stop, it only fueled my hunger. I pushed against her lips, demanding entrance. My tongue traced her lips. But her stubborn lips were still tightly closed. I lost patience and nipped her lower lip softly, bringing out a tiny whimper, and the sound sent a jolt of satisfaction through me and straight to my already aching cock.