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Nothing," she replied quickly again. As she still rolled her eyes one by one at the approaching soldiers. Maybe she misses the only man that she wishes to see too. It's as if she's just deceiving herself. She tries to make believe that the man she can't deny she loved is worthless. But until those moments she still remembers Jake. "Okay. Thank you for you answer. We are leaving." The soldiers said goodbye. She was left in her position standing and following the gaze to the walking away soldiers.

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

Ilya’s jaw tightens as Warren takes another slow step closer. “You love him…” Warren continues, almost like he is stating a fact rather than asking a question. “...that much is obvious. The way he looks at you, the way you look at him... even a blind man could see it, but love isn't always enough. Sometimes, loving someone means knowing when to let them go.” A bitter laugh escapes Ilya’s lips. “Don't preach love to me.” Warren’s expression hardens for the first time. “I never claimed to be a good person. For my family’s name, I'm willing to go to any lengths to protect it."

I said coldly. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. I didn’t care. Because at this point, love had left the building. What I felt now wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t beautiful. It was war. The kind that burned everything. And I was ready to burn for her. Even if it meant setting myself on fire just to watch Matteo crumble in the smoke. I picked up my coat and car keys. “I’m going out,” I said. “Where?” Isabelle asked quickly.

He caught me before I fell, his grip tightening like steel. “They are forcing my hand,” he continued. “They want an exchange.” “For what?” I asked, dread clawing up my throat. He looked at me then. Really looked at me. “For you,” he said. The door exploded inward. Wood splintered. Men poured in. Valerio fired. The world shattered into noise and chaos and screams. And as everything burned around us, one terrible truth became clear in my mind. This was never just about love. This was war. And I was the prize.

“Some capos are turning away. They say I’ve lost my mind. That loving you has made me unfit.” Adrian traced the marks on Luca’s chest. “Then we fight harder.” Luca started moving again slow, deep rolls of his hips. They made love for hours, the anger slowly melting into raw, aching love. But the engagement announcement had done its damage. The war was no longer just external. It was tearing at the foundations of everything Luca had built. And Adrian could feel the heartbreak looming on the horizon.

Their lips were just a few centimeters away from kissing each other. “I love you too”. Simon said, reconnecting their lips and relieving the moment of magic when they kiss each other. The two lovebirds can't let go of each other's arms, their love is blossoming more and more they'd imagine. They stood still holding each other waist and deep staring at both eyes. Jasper knew convincing his parents to accept Simon is another war upfront, and he'll cross the feared bridge when he reached there. Losing his inheritance isn't what that matters to him mostly anymore. ****

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

They were a team, a new kind of a war. The final act of their story had begun, and the choice was theirs to make. The global cartel, a new, more dangerous enemy, was a force of nature, a new kind of power, a new kind of a threat. They were a force of nature, a new kind of a war. A war for the heart, a war for the soul, a war for a love so profound it was terrifying. The unfinished business was a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality. The love, the pain, the unresolved passion – it was all there, a constant, terrifying presence in their lives. The new partnership, a new kind of power, a new kind of a threat, was a single, unstoppable force. The last war had begun. And the world would fee

War meant sacrificing people whose only crime had been loyalty to leadership that had prioritized personal happiness over collective safety. War meant proving love through methods that might destroy everything love was supposed to protect.