Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio 소설 & 이야기

She sets a plate in front of me and fills up a glass with orange juice, setting it down beside it. I do what I’m told and take a bite, knowing I need the strength to think, move, and heal, even if there are bigger issues I should be worrying about. Antonio stares at me for a moment before speaking. “You handled last night well,” he says. “Better than most men would’ve.” “It was my fault you two were in that mess in the first place,” I say. “I’m sorry. Especially about all the men you lost.” Antonio shakes his head. “You took control fast, and the Gambinos followed you without hesitation. That doesn’t happen by accident.” He studies me. “You should be proud of yourself.”

But even though the faces were invisible and just shadows in my mind, my brain echoed with the vile words and I felt the ghostly hands and their unwanted touch. Horrified that one of those demons was here, so close to me, I stumbled back with the force of the memories but strong fingers grabbed the back of my neck and Antonio pulled me against him before I could slip into those dark memories and they pulled me down in the murky waters. Tilting my head back so I could look into the storms rising in his eyes, he growled, “No. You won’t get scared, it’s time that everyone fears you. It's time you take back the power they took from you. I am going to hand it to you. This time they’ll beg and pl

“You belong to a narrative I built.” Minah took a step back. “You lost control of it when you walked away.” Coffee laughed softly. “No. I am simply allowing you to remember who decides how this ends.” A presence filled the space behind her. Antonio. He did not raise his voice. He did not touch Coffee. He did not need to. “Step away from her,” Antonio said quietly. Coffee turned slowly, surprise flickering before calculation replaced it. “And you are.” “Someone you should not approach,” Antonio replied.

"Please! Spare James! He's your mate—Moon Goddess chose him! He was confused! It's that little slut Emily—she twisted everything! "If those charges stick, he'll lose his Alpha title! I'm begging you! Just tell the elders it was a misunderstanding—just one word!" I stared down at her, ice in my veins. "Camilla... you think your begging's worth something?" She froze, eyes wide. "How can you be so heartless? James is your mate—this is all just a misunderstanding!" "Misunderstanding?" I yanked my leg free. She hit the floor. "He drugged me with labor poison and tried to swap my pup for Emily's mutt—was THAT a misunderstanding?

Everything was lined up perfectly. Nico took a slow breath, trying to settle the knot twisting in his stomach. Antonio wasn't the kind of man you walked away from alive--not unless you made damn sure he couldn't reach you afterward. If all went according to plan, by the end of the night, Antonio would be out of the picture for good. But then, there was Luna. She wasn't the reason Nico started down this road, but she had become the strongest reason to see it through. Every stolen glance and quiet exchange had worn down his defenses, making it that much easier to keep his promise to his grandfather and restore the Romano family's legacy.

It was something I did instinctively, as I tried to protect my unborn child. Antonio noticed immediately. "Wait, you’re pregnant," he said. His voice was suddenly different. "How did I manage to forget that?” Marcus's gun shook. "She's carrying the next Romano," Antonio said. His voice was now filled with something like wonderment. "My grandchild." The gun in Antonio's hand dropped slightly as he stared at my stomach. "My grandchild," he repeated. It was all the distraction that Dante needed. He jumped on Marcus, and tried to grab his gun. They struggled, and both men fought desperately to regain control.

“But I imagine it's something related to the port; some attempt at negotiation or request for support. Either way, it doesn't matter. Tommaso has taken control, and frankly, he has a much more strategic vision than Vincenzo.” “Just make sure you don't upset our allies,” Antonella warned, her voice soft but laden with a threat disguised as elegance. “I don't usually upset allies, cara mia,” Fabrizio replied with restrained irony. “Only enemies who haven't yet realized they're on the wrong list.” “Then I hope you know how to tell them apart,” Antonella declared, without changing her tone for a moment. Then, without giving him the right to reply, Antonella walked away with firm steps, keeping h

"How else will Ariana come to me begging if we don't wait for that moment?" "But…" "You saw it yourself. Eve suffered, and Ariana's arrogance stems from the backing of the Torrey family. Let's see if she'll still act so high and mighty when the Torrey family falls into ruin. She'll have no choice but to yield." Emily fell silent at Brian's words. Then, she said, "But I heard that Ms. Torrey has taken control of the Torrey family, and all their business is now under her authority." "What does she know about running a business as a pampered heiress who's only ever known to play? Let's wait and see how she plans to handle the crisis," Brian replied dismissively.

I finally revealed the secret that I had kept buried in my heart for two lifetimes, saying, "You see, as blessed women, we are forbidden from being promiscuous. If we go against those traditional precepts, we'll inevitably suffer a backlash. "I wasn't sure at first, but for as long as I can remember, I could see a vibrant, glowing golden grace light flowing around Winnie. It used to be incredibly bright, but ever since she stayed out all night on her 18th birthday, I noticed that the grace light began to dim significantly. "She secretly dated one guy after another behind our parents' backs after that, causing her grace light to become even weaker. She had completely lost her grace light the

“The way we used to plan our future together. A future of power, of influence. And I still see that fire in you, Alicia. You can’t tell me it’s gone.” Alicia finally spoke. “That future doesn’t exist, Antonio.” She sounded firm but a little fearful, perhaps. Greco chuckled. “Only because you ran away from it.” He tilted his head. “But it’s not too late. We can rebuild it. Just like old times.” This bastard was spinning some sick fantasy, trying to pull my mother back into his world, back under his control. “I know why you’re here,” Greco continued, tapping a finger against the table. “You think you can talk me out of this. That I’ll just let everything go. But let me tell you something, Alic