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he uttered before fixing his bloodshed gaze back at her peacefully sleeping face again. “This time, I would make sure to make this mistake the fucking last mistake of Riccardo Alfanso,” he seethed out, glowering at her closed eyes. Now from here……the real game of Flora's sinner and her deceitful love would begin when the end of this night would make her completely trapped in the darkness of Armando Zelvasco.

At this moment, he looked and felt like the devil himself had become one with him. As he looked down at her, those pair of devilish eyes regarded her with such an inhuman, soulless gaze that nearly shattered Roselle's heart. She told herself this man was not her husband. The outer shell might look similar to him, but the part that matters – on the inside – is definitely not him! The Romeo she knows, and loves would never look at her this way. But… he had somehow stopped when she had screamed out his name earlier. If he had not stopped in his tracks, it was highly probable that she would have been dead by now!

he suddenly spoke, his voice still held that cockiness and sturdiness yet it felt like he was whispering, "but I'm not a bad guy either. I'm just like you, pretty lady, just living my life as each day goes on." My face tilted into his hand. I desperately wanted him to touch me, caress me, anything. I just wanted to feel his overly warm hand on any part of my skin, "but that of course doesn't mean that I haven't caused trouble wherever I went. I live for chaos, I live to drive people mad, question and laugh in the face of authority. That's just who I am...that's who Romeo is." "Romeo? What does he have anything to do with this?"

“You should be proud. Not every human gets this close to the King and lives to tell about it.” “I do not know what you are talking about,” I replied, spine straight, fingers digging into the blanket. Romeo gave a short, humorless laugh. He picked up a glass, filled it with water, and placed it on the dresser next to the clean clothes. Every move was slow and calculated. “Of course you do. You think I can’t tell when someone’s plotting something? It’s always in the eyes, and yours are hungry.” He finally turned to face me. “And it’s not hunger for food.”

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

She said in a seductive tone, trailing her finger on his shirt. Romeo look at her with disdain, just like expected she's still a whore, he had expected her to lament gibberish. Romeo is a demigod, he's a hottie himself, he can get any lady of his choice as long as he wants her to himself, but this very woman right here is no different from a mannequin to him. Romeo scoffed and laugh like some psychopath. "Thanks for the offer, but you can't protect me, neither can you harm me, get your senses back and stop fooling around." He spat and shoved her away before turning on his heels to exit her office.

"And for the record, the name is Laura." The man exchanged words in Italian per normal leaving me confused as hell, when they finished talking the green eyed monster was the first one to speak. "I'm Romeo, it's nice to finally have a female presence here, especially one with spirit." I raised my eyebrows at him, I could tell when someone was bullshitting me and Romeo wasn't particularly good at hiding his bullshit. "I don't like compliments, especially when they aren't sincere." "And how do you know they aren't sincere?" He asked and I laughed. "It's more than obvious."

I watch his mouth moving, not really hearing what he's saying. He's been the boss for years so I know he has backups in different locations. Burning down his office will only make me feel better but it wouldn't faze him the least bit. How can I get out of this? Romeo saw us in the club and demanded to know why we were parading ourselves as his girls. Since my father didn't have any explanation to offer him, the bastard decided to ask for my hand in marriage as a show of good faith. He wanted us to prove that we weren't there to spy on him. Either that or give him one of our head's on a platter. Unreasonable, twisted, sick, asshole. He's all that and so much more.

ALESSANDRO “Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?” Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.” Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal.

Grabbing it, I untied the blue ribbon wrapped around it and detached the cover, when a small note fell out. Blond hair girl. This isn't your normal charade. I won't hesitate to blow out your brains if you fall short. Rapheal Dekoms. A wide smile crossed my lips immediately. Rapheal was no ordinary man and it made my insides tingle so hard. Of course, I loved a dark and unhinged man. My tongue grazed my lips in excitement as I hurriedly peeled off my off-shoulder crepe blouse and asymmetrical skirt. Neatly folding them, I slowly untied the second ribbon of the box and removed its inner wrap.