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“Good. But there's one rule; no questions.” I nod. Marrying a man rumoured to be anything but a human may be much better than spending the rest of my life among lunatics in a human-sized cage. What may lie in wait? Either victory, romance, or insanity…

And all these events in turn drained them. "Sister-in-law you are back," Marcus's annoying voice rang in Rosaline's exhausted ears. Rosaline glanced at him. This time, she did not ignore him like she always did. She replied. "Yes, so?" Marcus was taken aback, he never expected her to reply to him. "So, how is Zara?" he asked, to annoy her. "She is dead. You can go see her dead body in the morgue," Rosaline replied in a cold and emotionless voice.

I wanted to go get the drinks when Carlos suggested that we drop the game and head back to rest. As we were all seated, Romeo began to question me concerning Mr. Warren's death. "Didn't you hear about Mr. Warren's death, guys? He was one of our biggest business partners" "Yes, I saw that in the news. I think he died on top of a lady. You know that bastard likes women '' Carlos joked and I scoffed. "What do you have to say about him, Dominick? Who do you think killed him? We all know that it was a gunshot wound and not women" Romeo explained matter-of-factly.

He answered it after the second ring, and I watched the smile gradually drop from his face. "What? I will be there right away," he said and bolted from his chair. I watched him hurry up the stairs, and after a while, I instructed Sophie to wait right there for me, and I followed him up. He was already dressed when I got to the room. "What's the matter? Is everything okay?" "Antonio Romano is dead. He was found dead in his apartment this morning." Hello guys. I am sorry for the upload of other chapters. I hope you are still enjoying the story. What do you think? Let me know in the comment section.

Natalia was still working for Ethan in Italy, Inez missed Ana and Sara too. Last year, she found out that Sara had died in a bomb blast.She had been sick for a month when she found out about her. But accept the fact that no one is immortal in this world; everyone has to die. Natalia was the most affected by the devastating news; she didn't eat or sleep for months,Sara had proposed to her, but she refused and told her that they could just be friends, which Sara happily accepted because she never wanted to force her into a relationship.

"Since when do we care about the law? Give the order, Dante. We have a team on standby. We can hit the manor tonight. We can get them out before he even unpacks her bags." I stared at the screen. I watched Mateo wrap his arms around Isabella. I watched her lean into him. It was subtle, probably forced, but she leaned. "Stand down.” I commanded. "Dante…" "I said stand down!" The volume of my voice didn't rise but the warning was there. Romeo stopped pacing. He looked at me and he saw the void in my eyes. He saw that there was no brother left to argue with. "You are dead.” Romeo whispered, shaking his head. "You are walking around, breathing, signing papers... but you are dead, fratello. He ki

Sometimes, love doesn’t end with an explosion. Sometimes, it just… dies. Quietly. Slowly. Without anyone noticing. And by the time you do, you’re already too far gone to turn back. His scent still lingered on the sheets of that expensive hotel bed. Rain clung to the glass windows, and city lights spilled over his bare chest. His breath, warm against the back of my neck. He didn’t say much. Zane Romano never had to.

I roll my eyes. “Oh! I know! We should watch Twilight!” Ilayda says. “What part of ‘no romance’ didn’t you get Illy?” Adelina retorts. “Well, I don’t consider it a romance.” “Yes, it is. It’s about a sparkly fucking vampire that wants to mate with a human girl! Of course, it’s a romance!” I rub my temples, trying to head off the headache I knew was coming with Ilayda and Adelina’s bickering. I swear they are like water and oil when you get them together in the same room.

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

Lucille said under breath. She couldn't believe how anyone had the audacity to rudely interrupt her like that. She made a mental note to find out whose Pack they belonged to and then give them a befitting punishment. "Just continue" Mark whispered to Lucille. "They're probably lovers." "With heavy hearts," Lucille continued rather solemnly. "The Pentagon wishes to inform you all that Roman is dead."