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Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

From the living room windows to the kitchen island and back again, counting steps like a prisoner. I tried reading. I tried music. I tried calling Guila, but her phone went straight to voicemail. Every quiet moment brought me back to the same questions. Don Salvatore. Why did they stand? Why did they fear him? Why did he let Lorenzo treat him like hired help? And why, when he said “You are never alone,” did my heart stutter like it recognized truth before my mind could catch up? I was about to accept my fate when the front door finally opened.

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Liam sat on his bed, listening to the heated argument between Mr. Simpson and Don Salvatore, followed by Salvatore ending their partnership. He felt a sense of happiness wash over him. It was an unexpected turn of events, but it played in his favor. Now, he saw a chance to deal with Don Salvatore without the support of Mr. Simpson. It made his task of confronting Salvatore on his own terms much more achievable. Removing the headphone from his head, Liam rose from the bed, letting out a sigh. He then darted his gaze towards the dresser, where the mysterious and ancient book was. Walking over to the dresser he picked up the book, and walked back to the bed and sat down.

“You think I can just walk up to him and pretend to care?” “You don’t need to care,” Salvatore replied. “You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury

“‘You sound distracted, Thea… Is everything okay? If you need something, just ask Giorgio, the butler... Or Franca, the cook. They’ll take care of you until I get back home.’” “I’m fine. I was just thinking of something I had finished reading.” “‘About what?’” “About choices… About life…” He gave a soft chuckle of laughter. “‘Light reading, I see…’” It was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah… It’s one of those silly motivational books… A pocket version that I keep in my bag. As you can see, I’m not the glossy magazine type of reader.” “‘No, you’re not… Would you like to share?’” Damiano asked tenderly.

The man whose face graced magazine covers and whose donations funded museums and universities and causes that made headlines. What the hell did Dante Salvatore want with her? She opened the door a crack, the chain still engaged. "It's ten o'clock at night." "I apologize for the late hour. Mr. Salvatore works unusual schedules." Marcus Chen's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "He saw the news report about the incident at your center today. He'd like to help." "Tell Mr. Salvatore I appreciate the thought, but we're not a charity case for billionaires looking for photo opportunities."

I'd explained everything to him while Sunny had stood to one side, helplessly drying her tears. "It is what you say it is, Elisa. I'm nothing but an assistant. It's normal for people to take credit for things I've done." Sunny had extracted the call records. With the local seamen and the police backing up her claims, I'd become the one who wanted to steal her credit. I'd smiled self-deprecatingly. "It doesn't matter. This is my last time saving you, Sean." He'd snorted. "You're full of yourself. Why would I need you to save me?"

"Hmm. " " I miss my brother." " I miss my brother too and he wouldn't like me keeping the fact that I've been alive for the past five months as a decoy . " " Salvatore isn't Romano's son he is uncle Claudio's ." " What the hell ?" © #KCMmuoe

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