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121. Salvatore's Presence.
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Elena. I moved through the rooms of the house, going about my daily tasks, but I couldn't shake off the heaviness in my heart and mind. Ever since the intense confrontation with Sofia, where she ruthlessly threatened to expose my secrets, and the growing distance between Deangelo and me, a cloud of sadness hung over me, dimming the joy I once felt. I tried to find enthusiasm and comfort in my usual routines, but it felt futile. Everything I did felt empty and meaningless. The vibrant energy that used to drive me had faded away, leaving behind a hollow void inside me. While I mechanically folded laundry, my mind kept replaying Sofia's hurtful words. The weight of her threat pressed down on me, filling me with anxiety and fear. The life I had carefully built, the fragile sanctuary I had created, now seemed on the verge of collapse. I had worked so hard to establish myself here, to escape the shadows of my past, and now it felt like everything was unraveling before my eyes. But it was
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Elena. I woke up to the gentle sunlight peeking through my curtains, casting a warm glow in my room. Blinking away sleep, I noticed a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on my bed. A small note accompanied the flowers, and my heart raced as I reached for it. The note read, "This is to dry your tears." Mixed emotions swirled within me—curiosity, hope, and a hint of apprehension. Who could have left me this thoughtful gift? And why? With the bouquet of roses in my hands, I felt a surge of anticipation. For a brief moment, I dared to imagine that Deangelo had regained his lost memories, that he remembered the love we once shared. Hope flickered in my eyes as I hurried downstairs, enveloped in the sweet scent of the roses, as if they held promises of something new. But as I descended the stairs, my excitement faded into confusion and disbelief. The house buzzed with excitement, guests chatting and laughing, their faces filled with joy and anticipation. Something big was happening, but
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Deangelo. I woke up and saw the gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains. The dream I had just had slipped away, leaving me with a lingering feeling that something important had happened. I felt frustrated as I tried to remember the details, but they kept slipping away like puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit. I sat up in bed, the sheets gathered around me, and let my mind wander through the maze of my thoughts. Images flashed in my mind, like quick glimpses of a forgotten past, but they were elusive, slipping away before I could grasp them. Sofia and I were busy getting ready for our wedding. She seemed eager to rush through the preparations, wanting everything to be done quickly. I understood that many women have a strong desire to be married, so I tried to be patient and supportive. Sofia was filled with excitement and energy every day as she planned every aspect of our wedding. She wanted it to be perfect, and her enthusiasm rubbed off on me. Sometimes, I wished we could s
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Deangelo. The house buzzed with excitement as everyone got ready for the upcoming wedding. People were putting up decorations, inviting guests, and there was a general feeling of joy and anticipation. But amidst all the hustle and bustle, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of indifference. Instead of feeling happy and excited about the wedding, it only reminded me of the emptiness I carried within. My son Diego was especially thrilled about the celebration. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he helped decorate the venue and talked enthusiastically about the upcoming festivities. Seeing his joy made my heart warm, and I couldn't help but smile at his contagious excitement. I wanted to share in his happiness, to be carried away by the joy that surrounded us, but a heavy feeling of emptiness held me back. As I watched Diego running around, his laughter filling the air, I couldn't shake the sense of detachment. It felt as if I were just a spectator in my own life, disconnected from the e
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Elena. My heart raced as Deangelo's lips met mine in a passionate kiss. In that moment, all rationality escaped me, and I allowed myself to be consumed by the intoxicating allure of his touch. But even in the midst of this stolen moment, Sofia's words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the boundaries I must not cross. I mustered every ounce of willpower within me and pulled away abruptly, the heaviness of Sofia's warning settling like a weight on my conscience. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, instantly dousing the fire of desire that had ignited between us. I couldn't let this escalate any further; I had to put an end to it before it spiraled out of control. With a heavy sigh, I wiped my hand across my lips, a gesture meant to convey disgust and detachment. It pained me to do so, but I knew it was necessary to protect both myself and the fragile dynamics of our relationships. I must not encourage any further intimacy with DeAngelo, no matter how t
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Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
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Deangelo. I lifted Elena's lifeless body and brought her to Luca, who was the only one among us with a bit of medical knowledge. My mind was blank, unable to fully grasp the seriousness of what had happened. Luca took one look at her, his face filled with sorrow, and pronounced her dead. The truth hit me like a huge wave, overwhelming me with its finality. She had no pulse, her windpipe crushed and beyond repair. I stood there, shocked and unable to move, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. How could this be? I never wanted to get involved in this whole situation. To be honest, I was still reeling from the shock of the revelation Elena had shared with me. I didn't even know if I was angry or not, but I definitely felt betrayed and foolish. The thought of Elena being close to my children and the potential danger she might have posed to them weighed heavily on my mind. The fact that I had no knowledge of all this when I should have known made me feel even worse. I had
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Elena. As we made our way back to safety, the feeling of triumph mixed with uncertainty filled the air around us. Inside the car, tension hung heavy, and a silence settled in. I expected Deangelo to bombard me with questions about my betrayal, seeking answers to make sense of the complicated situation we were entangled in. However, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. Even Alessandro's voice, discussing plans for a counterattack and the complete destruction of the remaining Amato pack, failed to grab his attention. The silence dragged on, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered queries. The journey back seemed never-ending, and with each passing moment, my unease grew. I stole glances at Deangelo, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thoughts, but his inner turmoil remained hidden. Alessandro's excitement was palpable, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Luca, always the strategist, recognized the potential benefits of the plan, acknowledging that it
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Deangelo. Doubt started to creep into my mind as I looked around at the deserted place that Elena had given me the address for. Should I turn back? It wasn't because of fear, but rather because I couldn't understand how Elena could have any connection to this location or how she even knew about it. However, my curiosity got the better of me, urging me to keep exploring. Honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. The walls were falling apart, and there was barely any furniture left. I found a chair with no arms and sat down, rocking it back and forth while I waited for Elena to arrive. I hoped she would come and tell me what she wanted, maybe it had something to do with my memories? Time seemed to stretch out as I pondered our situation. I had no immediate plans to marry Elena, that was clear. But deep down, I had a growing sense of certainty that our lives were connected, and our paths would eventually lead us together. In that dimly lit room, I let my thoughts wander. M
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Mia. At school, I found myself trying to avoid everyone, slipping through the hallways like a shadow. Ever since Andrew and I had broken up, I couldn't help but wonder how things would change. Would the dynamics shift back to how they were before? Would people go back to bullying me or causing trouble just because I was no longer with him? I knew deep down that the connection I had with Andrew was special, but I couldn't help but question if his friends truly liked me for who I was or if they were simply being polite because Andrew was their friend. It was hard not to let my mind wander to the possibility that they were just sticking around to make him happy. As I walked through the school corridors, I couldn't escape the stares and whispers that followed me. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging and speculating. I tried my best to maintain my composure and not let their opinions affect me, but it was easier said than done. I had always been aware that my relationship wit
Living with the Enemy. 135: Memories of Elena.
Deangelo. I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties. Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right. As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored
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Deangelo. I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made. The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my
