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"The price of silence"
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I could feel it—the weight of every gaze in the room shifting, the pressure in the air thickening as Alessandro closed the distance between us. It was as if the entire world had stopped moving, waiting for this very moment."Just close your eyes," Alessandro whispered, his voice low, almost too quiet for anyone else to hear. His gaze locked onto mine, and the intensity in his eyes made everything else fade away.Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me in, his lips crashing against mine in a deep, relentless kiss. My heart pounded so wildly, it felt as if it might burst from my chest. The lights flashed around us, a flurry of flashes capturing every second of our kiss, every stolen moment. The paparazzi didn’t hold back—they wanted it all.Murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave."Did he just do what I think he’s doing?""Not Francisco? This is pure torture for her.""I’m definitely posting this. My followers will lose it!"The whispers rose, but I f
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I stormed off before Alessandro could make another move, my heart racing in my chest, pounding in the heavy silence. I needed to escape, even if just for a moment. But as soon as I swung the door open—"Shit! Shit! Shit!"Panic shot through me like electricity, my pulse quickening. Standing right there, completely unexpected, was Francisco. My breath hitched, and my mind went into overdrive.No, no, no—think, Antonia! What do I do?!I started pacing in frantic little circles, like a puppy chasing its own tail, completely lost in the sudden chaos."Antonia, open the damn door already!"Alessandro’s voice sliced through my panic, grounding me for a moment. I turned and saw him striding toward me, his expression filled with impatience. The irritation in his voice only added fuel to the fire that was already burning inside me.His eyes flickered toward the CCTV screen, where Francisco’s image was displayed. The moment he saw her, his jaw tightened, his body stiffening like a man bracing fo
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And our eyes met.“You have to be kidding me, right?” Francisco spat, her sharp gaze slicing through me like a blade. She looked me up and down, her lips curling in a sneer. “This is her? This is what you settled for, Aless? A stray dressed in silk?”Her words stung sharper than I expected.Alessandro stepped forward like a storm about to break. “Watch your mouth.”The force of his voice shook the room. Even I flinched.“Don’t you dare insult my wife,” he growled, his body tense with fury. “If anyone here is a lowlife, Francisco, it’s you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be begging for magazine covers and fashion gigs. You used me. Used my name, my wealth, my family—until there was nothing left but your ambition.”Francisco smirked as if she’d heard this speech before. “Please, Aless. Spare me the martyr act. You were just as complicit. You liked the spotlight.”“I liked you,” he said bitterly. “And that was my mistake.”Silence settled for a beat—bitter, painful, raw.Then she pulle
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I stumbled forward, the world tilting beneath my feet—then a sharp tug, a cruel twist of fate.My foot caught.No, not on something—on someone.A jolt of pain surged through my hands and knees as I crashed to the cold, merciless floor. The impact rattled through my bones, sharp and unrelenting, but it was nothing compared to the familiar sting of humiliation.Laughter echoed around me—sharp, high, venomous.I didn’t need to lift my head to know who it was."Oh, my bad," Beatrice's voice rang out, feigning sweetness. "I didn’t see you coming."My fingers curled into fists against the icy tile, knuckles scraping. I forced myself to breathe—shallow, broken breaths that tasted like rage and shame. Every nerve in my body screamed, not just from the fall, but from the years—the years—of being brought low by her.The girl she loved to break."Mrs. Amato!"Aldo’s voice sliced through the fog in my head. He was at my side in an instant, his hands gentle but sure, already moving to help me up.B
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Aldo’s voice pulled me from the void. “Mrs. Amato… can we go now?”His tone was gentle, careful—as if one wrong note might shatter me completely. But I couldn’t speak. My throat was a knot of grief, my thoughts too loud to form words. Slowly, I raised my hand in a faint, trembling wave. A silent answer.Aldo started the engine, the quiet hum filling the space between us. But just as the car began to roll forward, something made me turn.She was standing there.Beatrice.Leaning against the hospital wall like it was a stage built just for her.Her fingers lifted in a slow, mocking wave. Her smile—no, her smirk—wasn’t one of politeness or farewell. It was a promise. A silent vow that chilled me to the bone.“Let the torment begin.”I knew that look. I’d grown up under it. It was the same look she wore every time she shoved me down a flight of stairs and made it look like an accident. The same smirk she had when she burned holes into my dresses or whispered lies that got me punished.And
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Alessandro let out a sharp scoff, the sound laced with disbelief and bitter amusement. It wasn’t just a simple exhale of air—it carried years of anger, betrayal, and walls built too high for anyone to climb. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. It was the kind of laugh that wasn’t laughter at all, but rather a defense mechanism—one meant to push away the truth before it could cut too deep.He turned slightly, shaking his head as if the words Aldo had just spoken were nothing but nonsense. But the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his palm, betrayed him."You really think she suffers more than I do?" Alessandro’s voice was low, strained. His scoff came again, this time quieter, almost like he was trying to convince himself that Aldo was wrong.But deep down, something twisted inside him. A part of him that had buried itself under years of resentment, of betrayal, of feeling like nothing he did was ever enough.And for the first time in a long ti
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"Hey, don’t look at me like that," Alessandro said, raising a brow as he met Antonia’s glare. A teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something else in his gaze—something unreadable. "It’s disrespectful to look at your husband that way."Antonia let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. The sound was hollow, almost mocking."Husband?" she scoffed, her voice laced with resentment. "What do you even know about respect?"Alessandro’s expression darkened, the teasing glint in his eyes vanishing. His jaw tightened."What did you just say?" His voice dropped, steady but edged with something dangerous.Antonia’s eyes burned as she met his gaze head-on, the weight of everything she had been holding back finally breaking through."I said, what do you know about respect?" Her voice trembled, but she didn’t waver. "You treat me however you want. You push me around like I’m nothing—like I don’t matter. You act like I should be grateful for whatever scraps of kindness you d
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