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his reply was grim. That was it. Antonio pushed himself upright, heartbeat picking as he approached Grinch. “I only wanted control over my heart, not your damn responsibility.” “And keeping you alive was my job,” Grinch shot back. “Even from yourself. But you shoved it away for one dry pussy.” Antonio laughed once. Short and broken. “Just this once after six years, I chose feeling,” he said quietly. “I wanted to live a fairytale memory and you let it bury me.”

"You're the one who dragged me in here. And last I checked, you wanted to give me a free ride. Did you forget?" Antonio ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Just... get out, Camila. Before I do something we both regret." Camila watched him closely, the way his body tensed. For the first time since they met, she had the upper hand; he was the one cracking. Now he's feeling the pressure, isn't he? Suddenly, Antonio’s control snapped. He ripped her hands away from him and pinned one arm against the door. His grip was like iron bands.

“Finally. Took you long enough to admit it.” Anton ignored the jab, his attention shifting back to Odette. His expression softened slightly as he took in her exhausted features, but the fire in his eyes remained. “This stops now. No more running. No more waiting for them to make the next move. We’re taking back control.” Odette’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, taking back control? They have the numbers, the resources, the reach—” “And we have the element of surprise,” Anton cut in, his tone sharp and decisive. “They don’t know what we know. For years, I’ve been gathering information on their operations. Smuggling routes, offshore accounts, key players—everything.”

My violet eyes were glowing with a fierce, predatory light. Antonio thought he was seducing a pariah. Mia thought she was fighting a monster. They were both right. But they had no idea that the Queen was back. And she was going to take her throne back, one broken piece at a time. I pushed open the door to the study, ready to begin the slow, agonizing process of stripping Antonio Rossi of everything he owned. Starting with his soul.

“ But he loved me before you . “ said Antonio leaving Annette in a daze . “ From now on , the Landar family has excluded your from the family tree . You will stay for six years in this prison then you will leave this country and be banned from coming here ever again . Don’t think of any funny revenge business or whatsoever because Wright family’s people will be watching your every move throughout your life . “ said Antonio then turned his back to leave . “ No ! This cannot be true…..You can’t do this to me . “ said Annette . “ Or course I can . I am the leader of the family . Everyone gets what they deserve . Good people get happiness while bad people get remorse and punishment for their bad

"But don’t forget who’s in control." Cassandra leaned closer, her breath carrying a challenge. "Your control won’t last forever, Antonio." Antonio’s smile faded, replaced by a sharp look that seemed to drop the temperature of the room by several degrees. He stepped even closer, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. Then, in a surprising move, he shed his shirt, revealing his muscular, sculpted torso, adding heat to the already tense atmosphere.

Back to the last time she was home. The shouting. The disappointment. The day she was made to feel like a mistake. And now— They wanted her back. Not out of love. But control. Her hand moved to her stomach. “I’m not that girl anymore,” she whispered to herself. Johnny glanced at her briefly. “You okay?” he asked. Grace nodded. “I have to be.” Across town— Anita smiled as she ended another call. Everything was moving perfectly. “She’ll have no choice now,” she said to herself.

I took some steps back "What did you do?" I asked him. "Your friend was suddenly trying to back off,.so I made her quite.." What!! Grace was backing off, and he killed her. Oh God! He seriously killed her. My heart was racing hard in my body, I clenched hard to control my emotions. "I got your file, now leave my brother." I said to her, "I knew you would do this, you are such a nice girl. I really like you…" Antonio said to her, giving her scary vibes. Before she could understand anything, he put a cloth on her face and next she lost her senses and fall down in his arms.

Dominic insisted. "Control is an illusion, Dominic. You should know that by now." Valentina handed her empty glass to Marco without looking at him. "Bring our 'complication' a drink, Dominic. If we’re going to keep a pet, we should at least be hospitable before we decide what to do with it." The banquet hall was a roar of expensive laughter and clinking crystal, but around Valentina Moretti, the air went dead. Lina stood in her corner, guards flanking her like statues, watching Valentina pluck two glasses of heavy Cabernet from a passing tray.

Just as I was about to agree to the invitation and place my hand on Marcus, Antonio showed up out of nowhere, grabbing my hand. "I'm afraid this dance is spoken for," he said smoothly, his other hand finding the small of my back with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. Marcus smiled politely, completely unshaken by Antonio’s Alpha aura. “Alpha Antonio, don’t you need to dance with your fated mate? I heard that—” “Annalisa is my mate,” Antonio cut him off and looked at him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “And my wife.”