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He pushed the door open and gestured me to come inside. "Is everything okay?" I asked him with a confused look on my face. My palms were sweaty and i felt my heart race with anxiety. "Actually, I just realized you have not been going to college for a while now. Are you really okay with that?" He asked. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my heart fluttered at his words. "No, I want to go to college." I said, my voice was barely above a whisper. "Then you ca..." Dante had not finished his sentence, my phone rang out loud. I gazed at the caller ID, the call was from an unknown number.

If she had come here during the day, she probably would have noticed the forest before the mansion. Or realize the amount of traps that were set out to protect the Don, from his enemies who want him dead and those who want to kill him to take over his position in the underworld. "It's not safe to miss. You should come in, you can attempt to escape tomorrow but for now, it's already so late." The housekeeper pleaded. Amara was adamant, she refused to move from the door, even if it meant sleeping on the floor. ~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?"

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It was hot and when I thought to pause, I heard Don Antonio counting. “One… two… three…” he then paused. “Oh, I didn't tell you. You have ten seconds to finish the tea.” My eyes suddenly became cloudy. I closed my eyes and the tears dropped freely as I drank the tea. My tongue got burnt but I didn't stop. “Fifteen… sixteen…” I dropped the cup. “ I'm done.” “Good girl…” he laughed. “ Your time starts now.” I grabbed the tray and ran out.

They'd already fought all night yesterday, and he still wouldn't leave her alone today? But now, she had a plan. They wanted food? Then they would have to depend on her. She adjusted her expression and walked out with the air of a victor. … Meanwhile, at Building 9, Unit 1702. Honey had rejected Ray's friend request without a second thought, even muttering a curse under her breath. This vicious man had caused a huge fight between her and her husband, and the rift still hadn't healed. And now he wanted to add her?

I answered, rubbing the back of my head. He started to ransack the car, while I watched in confusion. "What are you doing?" I asked, turning the key to start the car, so we could leave. "Looking for you stash of sweets. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the big bad Don has a sweet tooth. Not even your wife." Dante smirked when he found it, and quickly threw a piece of chocolate in his mouth. I shook my head and pulled into the road. Speaking of wife. I felt slightly sorry for Elena. My reactions to her confused me a lot, and thinking about them confused me further.

Go fuck yourself were the words that hung on the edge of Honey's lips, but she bit them back. "What did you find out?" She opted for instead, twirling her golden hair in one hand as she crossed her legs. Fine, if he didn't want to return her glass, she didn't need to drink while listening to his poor justifications. "If you must know, he didn't have much to say about himself: no connections and nobody else around him. At least, that is what I learned from the few words that came out of his mouth. He, however, didn't accept me over to have a drink and come over to join us." The ripple of surprise rose through the table. Had Don honestly done that and invited the mysterious stranger to join th

Chapter Two – The Dinner I arrived at Golden Crown Hotel with my heart beating so fast it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest. I kept telling myself this was a chance. Maybe if I showed up, Mama Grace and the rest of the family would see that I still cared. Maybe they would accept me. I walked into the bright, glittering hall. The smell of food, the soft music, the clinking of glasses—it was all so grand, so much more than I had imagined. For a second, I felt out of place in my simple dress, but I forced myself to stand tall.

The polished scene felt like a dream compared to the constant struggles of her own family back home. “Good morning, everyone,” Honey said with a bright smile as she entered. She leaned down and hugged Grandma Nana tightly. Nana pecked her on the cheek. “How was your night, darling?” “Beautiful,” Honey replied, smiling as she took the seat right next to Nana. She wanted to stay close to the old woman—something told her Nana held the real family secrets. Honey picked up her spoon and stirred her tea. But the moment she lifted it to her lips, the entire table fell silent.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.