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74- Antonio’s Merciless Punishment
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2025-03-20 19:10:41Two days. Forty-eight hours. That was the deadline I had given him. That was how long I told Marco he had to get Dante back here.
"Tell Dante he has 48 hours to return, or he won't like the consequences."
I had said it with every ounce of defiance I had left. Standing in that kitchen, coffee forgotten, eyes locked with Marco's, I had felt powerful. Dangerous. I had stood tall, voice unwavering, willing to challenge the very man who had kept me caged in this world. In that moment, I had believed my own bluff—believed that I could create the kind of chaos that would force Dante's hand, that would make him acknowledge my existence again. The marble countertop had been cool beneath my fingertips as I leaned forward, my reflection fractured in Marco's dark, unreadable eyes. Something had shifted between us in that moment—a balance of power tilting ever so slightly.
But now—now that time had passed—doubt crept in, insidious and persistent.
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