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Lilianna »»»◈««« Resting my head against his chest, I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. My finger traced invisible circles on his skin, his hard-muscled body adorned beautifully with tattoos. We had been talking, and I asked him what he was like as a boy. At first, he refused to tell me, laughing it off and saying to forget about it. But I playfully pestered him until he finally gave in. "I was really good at school," he began, his eyes distant as he recalled the past. "I was valedictorian, actually. School was a piece of cake for me. Then I went on to business school—it's kind of a tradition for Costello men. We have to keep up appearances, maybe even more than others." He paused, his expression darkening slightly as if remembering something, "It wasn’t just about education; it was about maintaining the family legacy." His gaze softened as he turned his face towards me, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "But th
Lilianna »»»◈««« I glared at him, "Get out of here before my security comes in." He smirked, "What security? Oh, Costello's men that were patrolling outside? Yeah, they are kind of indisposed at the moment. How do you think I got in?" I took a step back, "What do you want from me, Armando? Everything we had is over, why are you here now?" He took a step closer, his eyes dark, "You think it's that easy to walk away from me? From us? I’m here because this isn't over until I say it is." Fear and anger churned inside me. "You need to leave, now," I demanded. He let out a scoffing laugh, the sound dripping with bitterness. "So, this is what you always wanted, huh? To cut me out of your life completely? What did I ever do that was so terrible, Lilianna? I respected you, showered you with everything you could ever want, and loved you like no one else ever could, and how did you repay me? With cold indifference." He took a step closer, his voice rising with each word. "You cou
Marco »»»◈««« I sat at the sleek, polished table with Niko, Scott, and Lorenzo, casually swirling the amber whiskey in my tumbler. "You do realize he's the head of the 'Ndrangheta, right?" Niko said. I looked up at him, my expression calm, "I know exactly who he is," I replied, my tone edged with a hint of aggression. "But don't tell me you're letting that rattle you. We didn't get to where we are by being scared." Niko slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing in the room. "I'm not afraid, Marco. But in the last three years, we've lost more men than we did in the past few decades. I'll do anything to protect us, our families, and the families of our men. They're tired of the constant bloodshed." I glared at him, my jaw tight. "He didn't just mess up Lilianna's security; he completely fucked it up. Then, he had the audacity to hold my wife at gunpoint. I don't give a shit if he was the king of the world. I'm going to tear him apart. The only reason he's still breathing i
Lilianna »»»◈««« I cleared my throat as Nero stepped into our home. Nero and I were the same age. We met in our childhood and had known each other since then, but I had never mustered the courage to get close to him. His presence always radiated a dangerous aura that kept me at a distance, even back then. Now, as he entered my home, that same dark energy seemed to fill the room, making the air feel heavier. People warned me about Nero, saying he hurt women after sleeping with them, and I have kept my distance ever since. He’s a twisted sadist, but he never made a move on me because I belonged to his older brother... well, half-brother. The rumors alone were enough to make me wary, and his dark, dangerous presence only confirmed them. We sat at the dining table, Marco and I across from him. He grinned, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "What’s the occasion, Marco? Usually, you prefer dealing with my older brother, the so-called legitimate heir. Doesn't Nikolai call me a bastard?
Lilianna »»»◈««« "After a long time, I can finally say that life feels good," I told Dr. Lin. "That's wonderful to hear, Lilianna," she replied, her eyes warm with encouragement. I couldn't help but grin. "I'm shooting two movies, I'm the face of a luxury brand, and modeling gigs are flooding in from everywhere. Oh, and I just did an ad for a makeup brand. It’s amazing—my dream is unfolding right before my eyes. It's so surreal when I think about it." Dr. Lin nodded, "That's fantastic progress in your career. And how about your personal life?" "My brothers and I are closer than ever now," I began, my voice tinged with pride and relief. "They’re well taken care of. Samuele’s stutter has improved dramatically, and it looks like he might overcome it completely soon. Gabriele is excelling at school. He joined the soccer team with his best friend Massimo, and they’re unstoppable together. And I... well, I'm in a really good place with my husband. It's like we're dating all over again,
Lilianna »»»◈««« Tracing my finger over his strong, muscular chest, I planted a soft kiss there, savoring the warmth of his skin. As I looked up, our eyes met, and he gazed down at me with a smile that made my heart flutter. The flutter in my heart returned, more intense than ever, reminding me of the first time I saw him. I vividly remember the electricity that sparked between us when our eyes first met. That same flutter had surged through me when I touched him for the first time, my fingertips brushing against his skin, and our first kiss had sealed my fate, a moment so powerful that it felt as if the world around us had faded away. "What?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, his voice deep and sincere, before pressing his lips gently against my forehead. That simple act, the way he kissed my forehead with such care, always made me feel something. It was his signature move, a gesture that told me without words that I meant som
Lilianna »»»◈««« I racked my brain for a moment, then it came to me—0415. I typed it in, and the screen unlocked. Stifling a grin, I clicked on Rio's messages... ╭───────────────╮ Dad: How are you both doing? Any chance there's some exciting news on the way? ╰───────────────╯ I furrowed my eyebrows. What exciting news could he be talking about? My heart started to race as I read the next message. ╭───────────────╮ Dad: You know how important it is for the family to have an heir soon. ╰───────────────╯ An heir? My breath hitched. As I scrolled down, I saw a string of messages from Rio, each more forceful and insistent than the last. He said he couldn't wait, and if Marco wanted his inheritance, he must produce a child. My pulse quickened, dread creeping into my veins. ╭───────────────╮ Dad: Are you incapable of getting her pregnant, or what? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Dad: What the hell is taking so long? You shoo
Marco »»»◈««« Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around my hips, I immediately noticed the empty bed. My eyes darted to the spot where Lilianna's dress had been, but now it was gone. I moved to the closet, grabbing my dark grey suit. Just as I pulled on my pants, a rapid, almost frantic knock resounded against the closet door. The force behind it told me this wasn't Lilianna. I yanked the door open, not bothering to put on a shirt, and found Davide standing there, his face pale, chest heaving with exertion. "Boss," he panted, his voice strained, "Mrs. Costello... she’s shot up the entire fucking garage." For a split second, I could only stare at him, the words not quite sinking in. But then, like a switch flipping, the reality of what he said hit me. My mind struggled to reconcile the image of my gentle, composed wife doing what he just said. "Lilianna?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief. He nodded frantically, desperation etched across his features. "Ye