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It worked out much better that way. “Do we still have donuts? I’m fucking starving!” Rubbing her growling stomach, Hollis bulldozed through the front door and made a bee line for the kitchen to check out breakfast options. An alert Dalton looked up from his bowl of honey nut Cheerios and scoffed with a full mouth.

On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas. When I pushed open the window, the salty sea breeze carried the scent of lemon blossoms toward me. For the first time in three years, I could breathe freely. I put down my suitcase and went into town to buy some daily necessities from the market. The old woman selling fruit smiled and gave me two extra oranges, saying in broken Anglic, "Welcome to town, young lady." Suddenly, I felt like crying. In the years I spent with the Moretti family, I had grown accustomed to the coldness and scheming of others. Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal.

After dinner, Avery remained in Dorothea’s room. Dorothea sat on the carpet, her paintbrushes clutched in her hand, while Avery held a children’s picture book, reading softly: "...In the heart of the forest lived a great beast covered in jagged thorns. It captured the only nightingale whose song could soothe its agonizing headaches, locking the bird inside a cage of pure gold." Avery’s finger paused on the edge of the illustrated page.

I covered my face with both hands and groaned into my palms, mortification crawling beneath my skin. Why the hell did my body keep betraying me? I looked around the enormous room and suddenly felt like some stupid princess locked away in a tower, waiting for Prince Charming to come riding through the gates and save her from the devil downstairs. Except there was no Prince Charming coming for me. There was only Dominico. And he was the devil I needed saving from. I dragged a hand down my face. God, I didn't even have a phone. Dominico hadn't bothered to give it to me after the accident.

I had always needed too much reassurance, and for three years, Dante Romano had given it to me. Whenever he came home late or failed to answer his phone, I imagined the worst. And whenever I couldn’t sleep, I made him leave whatever he was doing and come home to me. During one of those needy episodes, strange lines of text appeared before my eyes. 【The Don of the Romano family is handling family business. You really think he has time to put you to bed?】 【She’s only an ordinary woman he kept because she looks like Bianca DeLuca.】 【The real Bianca is coming back from Europe. Once she does, this substitute is finished.】 Suddenly, Dante’s patience no longer felt like love. It felt like tolerance

I could only hope Heather was okay with how fast things were moving. Honey was the first to break the kiss. She'd taken Heather's bra off and both of them were just in open robes and black panties. For the first time I got a good look at my younger daughter's perfect tits. They were well rounded and very firm, with small nipples hard as pebbles. "Heather, remember that thing I wanted to do to you a few months ago?" Honey asked. "When you wanted to... to..." "When I wanted to taste your pussy." "Oh god."

*** The words hung in the kitchen's sudden silence, reshaping everything I thought I understood about patience, about loyalty, about the particular kind of grief that could calcify over decades into something patient enough to wait twenty years for its moment. "Tell me everything," Dante said quietly. "All of it. I think, finally, it's time I understood exactly what my family has cost people I never knew to ask about." Marco's shoulders sagged, some final wall crumbling as he began, at last, to speak.

“What if I try and fail? What if I hurt him? What if I destroy the only small happiness I have?” Belle’s expression softened into something like pity and steel mixed together. “If you can’t do it, then you walk away anyway. You find help. You don’t stay to be broken. If you try and fail, that’s not the end of the story, Giovanna. That’s the middle. You keep going.” I looked out to the sea again,the same steady waves, the same tide that always turned. For the first time since I had heard him admit nothing, I felt a sliver of resolve. It was small and shaky, but it was there.

Light flooded through tall windows; he could see comfortable reading nooks and antique furniture. Honey sat curled in a large leather chair by the window, a book open in her lap. She looked up as he entered, her copper hair catching the afternoon sun, turning it to flame. She’d abandoned Joy Smith completely here, in her sanctuary, no wig, no glasses, just Honey in her natural state. "How was the interrogation?" she asked with a knowing smile. She knew her father well. "Thorough." Grayson approached, bending to kiss her lightly. "Your father loves you very much."

said the Doña. Truth be told, almost everything was available inside Hacienda Ferman—vegetables, fruits, and other cooking ingredients were all there. So what could be missing? Leah wondered as she waited for the Doña’s response. Is she deliberately making things hard for me? she added to herself. “Ahh, I remember now. What I need is honey. It has to be fresh! You can’t just buy the packed ones—I want freshly harvested honeycomb.” “Huh? The source of fresh honey is so far from the hacienda, Madam. I might not make it back before nightfall if I go to the actual honeybee farm.”