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A cage of flesh and fire
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Mourning the living
I was shattered.Devastated.The weight of what had just happened crushed me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Alessandro had forced himself on me—and no matter how many times I blinked, I couldn’t erase the images, the pain, or the sound of my own screams echoing in my head.The violation clung to my skin like a second layer—impossible to peel off. I curled up in the corner of the room, every muscle in my body shaking, my sobs tearing through the still air like broken glass. Blood stained the sheets, the floor beneath me—a brutal testament to the horror I had endured.I wept until I couldn’t anymore.Until my body gave in to exhaustion and my mind sought refuge in the numbness of sleep.But peace was a stranger to me now.A loud bang from somewhere in the house snapped me awake, the sharp sound dragging me back to the brutal reality of what had happened just hours ago. I sat up slowly, my limbs aching, my soul heavier than it had ever been.The mirror across the room caught my eye.
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Graves and Ghosts
"I shouted, my voice cracking with panic.'Alessandro—where the hell are you taking me?!'But he didn’t answer.He just kept driving.The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the hum of the engine and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my eyes on the window, watching familiar roads fade into unfamiliar ones, each turn pulling me further into dread.The car finally slowed to a stop.I blinked at the sight before me—tall iron gates, rusted and cold, opening into a cemetery.My stomach twisted. I clutched the seatbelt with trembling hands, my knuckles turning white.Why here?Why now?My voice came out in a strangled whisper. 'Alessandro… what are we doing here?'Still no answer. He stepped out, walked around, and yanked open my door with too much force. His hand clamped around my wrist.'Get out.''Why?''Because you need to see something,' he said, his voice low and controlled, though a storm brewed just beneath the surface.I stumbled beside him as he dragge
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Fake promise
"So, Alessandro, what have you been up to besides your mysterious marriage?" Federico said with a boyish laugh, then—without warning—leapt onto his older brother's back like an excited child.Alessandro stumbled forward, grunting in surprise. “What the hell—get off me!” But there was no malice in his tone. In fact, for the first time in what felt like forever, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips."You vanished without a single word,” he added, straightening up as Federico slid off his back. “I called, messaged… nothing. Where the hell have you been?"Federico shrugged, grinning like a rogue. "Took a little sabbatical. A soul-searching journey, if you must know." He thumped a hand against his chest dramatically. "But I’m back. For good."Alessandro’s smile faltered for a second, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "You mean that?""Yeah, big bro. Full-time Amato mode activated."Alessandro turned back to the grave and let out a small chuckle, his voice low. "Did you hear tha
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "The Detour"
It was all a lie.I sat there, quiet in the corner of the hospital room, watching the scene unfold like a cruel joke from the universe. There they were—my father and Alessandro—bonding over a smartwatch like old friends. As if nothing had ever happened. As if last night hadn’t happened.“Wow, Suocero,” Alessandro said with a faint note of surprise, his gaze locked on the sleek tech adorning my father’s wrist. “Didn’t take you for a tech enthusiast.”My father chuckled weakly, adjusting his pillow with trembling fingers. “I wouldn’t call myself a fanatic, but I do appreciate a smart piece of design. Especially if it helps me stay alive.”Alessandro’s eyes gleamed. I recognized that look—the calculated interest of a man who always saw opportunity first. “Do you like the interface? Is it comfortable? Functional?”My father nodded earnestly, completely unaware that he was being used as a test subject. “Very. The heart-rate alerts, the medication reminders—it’s been a godsend.”Alessandro s
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "The mirror doesn't lie"
“Good day, Mr. Alessandro! What a pleasant surprise. What can we do for you today?”A stunning woman stepped forward to greet us at the entrance of the luxurious fashion mall. Dressed in an elegant black gown that hugged her flawless figure, her long waves of ebony hair flowed like silk down her back. Her golden skin seemed to radiate light. She was breathtaking—graceful, confident, the kind of woman who commanded attention without even trying.And Alessandro was certainly giving her all of his.They embraced with practiced ease, exchanging a kiss on each cheek. Something about their closeness made my stomach tighten.“And what do we have here?” she asked, turning her sparkling eyes toward me, her voice like honey.“Hi, I’m Antonia,” I started, trying to match her poise, but Alessandro cut in smoothly.“She’s Antonia,” he said, placing a hand on my lower back, “my escort for today’s award-winning gala.”Escort. The word felt like a slap.The woman’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “S
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "Wrapped in Velvet, Laced in Secret
“Wow…” I whispered, my eyes widening as I stared into the mirror.The reflection looking back wasn’t just a polished version of me—it was a stranger. Elegant. Radiant. Powerful. She didn’t carry fear in her eyes. She didn’t look like someone trying to survive. She looked like someone who belonged.“Don’t you look gorgeous?” the woman beamed beside me, arms crossed in pride as she admired her creation.I could barely speak. My hair flowed like liquid silk, styled into soft waves that framed my face perfectly. My makeup was flawless, enhancing every feature I’d once considered plain. I had never seen myself like this. Never felt this version of me existed at all.“I could fall in love with myself over and over again,” I murmured, my voice distant, like I was floating somewhere outside my own body.She chuckled, already gathering a selection of luxury beauty products. “Don’t worry, sweetheart—I’ll get you everything I used. Take them. They’re all yours.”I blinked in surprise. “Wait, seri
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"Bye now, Miss Antonia," the woman said with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a touch of mischief. "I wish you good luck, Alessandro. And I hope to see both of you here next time."With that, we stepped into Alessandro’s sleek black-gray Tesla, the soft hum of the engine barely masking the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind."You didn’t tell me we were going to an award-winning gala!" I blurted, my excitement spilling over.Alessandro, however, remained as cold as ever. "Don’t flatter yourself, Antonia," he replied flatly, his voice laced with indifference. "You’re just my escort. Nothing more. So don’t get too excited."The coldness in his words knocked the breath out of me, reminding me of my place in his world—just another accessory to accompany him, nothing more.I took a shaky breath and forced a smile. "Right. Just an escort."His gaze flicked to me for a moment, sharp and calculating, before he looked away. "Remember," he continued, his voice firm and final, "if
Last Updated : 2025-03-22Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "The price of silence"
"Alessandro!!!"A voice rang out through the sea of flashing lights, sharp and demanding, slicing through the moment like a blade.Suddenly, everything felt different.The lights above us flickered, casting strange shadows on the polished floor, and a voice from the background broke through the noise, unmistakable and filled with a familiar resonance."Alessandro, it’s been a while."A woman emerged from the crowd, her gown shimmering under the lights, hugging her body like liquid silver. Every step she took seemed choreographed, as if she was born to move with such grace. Her long, jet-black hair flowed down her back, framing a face that could have been sculpted from marble—perfect in every sense. And then, she smiled.Without warning, she reached for Alessandro, wrapping him in an embrace so familiar, so intimate, that the crowd seemed to exhale in unison. Alessandro’s eyes widened for the briefest moment, caught off guard, before he masked it with the cold indifference that had beco
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Ashes of the First Daughter
The rain fell in a steady rhythm over the Cortez estate that night. Soft, mournful, like the sky itself was grieving something lost long ago.Beatrice sat alone in her old bedroom, the one untouched by time. The satin walls were still lavender, her mother’s favorite color. Her childhood desk stood beneath the window, the corner chipped from the day she flung a silver picture frame across it. She could still remember the sound it made when it shattered—the day her world cracked apart with it.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, but she didn’t answer. The servant left a tray outside anyway.She stayed seated, her fingers gripping the edges of a photo album she hadn’t opened in years. Dust clung to its spine like it was afraid to let go.With trembling hands, she flipped it open.Her mother’s face stared back at her.Lucia Marín.Warm brown eyes, full of mischief and light. A smile that reached into the bones. Beatrice’s breath caught.She remembered the sound of her mother
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows Beneath the Sun
The laughter of the twins still echoed through the banyan trees, harmonizing with the chirps of cicadas and the rhythmic crashing of waves nearby. Alessandro and Antonia lay side by side on the blanket, their sons nestled between them, the sun dipping lower into the horizon.For a moment, the world felt whole.But not far from the path, just behind a curtain of wild hibiscus and thick foliage, a figure stood watching. Unmoving. Eyes narrowed through the lenses of small binoculars, focused on the family with calculated interest.The man tapped a discreet earpiece and whispered, “They’re here. All of them. Together under the banyan tree.”There was a static pause, then a smooth voice replied on the other end. Calm, cool, almost indifferent.“Good. Just keep watching.”The man shifted slightly behind the bushes, the leaves rustling faintly under his boot. “They’re vulnerable now, Federico. There’s no security around. It’s the perfect time.”A sharp intake of breath came from the other en
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Beneath the Banyan tree
The park stretched across the island like a secret meadow untouched by the outside world. Wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze, and sunlight poured through the swaying palms like melted gold. For the first time in a long time, Antonia felt something close to peace.Matteo and Antonio ran a few steps ahead, their laughter ringing like chimes through the warm air. Matteo, ever the more cautious one, stayed near the cobblestone path while Antonio chased a butterfly into the grass, his curly dark hair bouncing as he moved.“Antonio, not too far!” Antonia called gently, adjusting the brim of her straw hat.“I wanna catch it, Mama!” Antonio shouted, a grin stretched across his small face. “It’s blue like your dress!”Antonia glanced down at her dress, laughing softly. “Is it?”“I’m faster than the butterfly!” Antonio declared, arms outstretched as he stumbled, then righted himself.Alessandro chuckled beside her, hands in his pockets, watching their sons with something close to reverence
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire A visit to Nonno
The sky was awash with a tender orange glow as the morning sun crept across the island, casting golden beams over the villa's whitewashed walls. Birds chirped like a lullaby in the distance, and the air smelled faintly of salt and hibiscus. It was the kind of morning that made everything feel gentle.In the heart of the villa, Antonia crouched beside a small suitcase, carefully folding Matteo’s favorite stuffed lion and Antonio’s striped beach towel into a small tote bag. She glanced at the boys, who were busy putting on their tiny sneakers—Antonio struggling with his left foot and Matteo pretending his sock was a puppet.“Do you think Nonno is going to be awake today?” Antonio asked as he leaned on the wall for balance.Antonia smiled softly. “Yes, baby. He’s feeling much better. We’re just going to visit and bring him some breakfast, okay?”Matteo popped up. “Can I give him my drawing? The one with the sun and the big house?”“You can give him anything you want,” Alessandro chimed i
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Uncle Federico's Arrival
The sun draped itself across the island like a golden shawl, lazily spilling into the villa's open windows. The sound of the ocean, distant and rhythmic, blended with the quiet laughter of two small boys chasing each other barefoot through the sand-covered patio.Antonia was in the kitchen, slicing mangoes and humming softly, while Alessandro stood at the open French doors, sipping from a glass of water and watching his sons with quiet affection. For a man who once lived for boardrooms and deadlines, these slow island mornings had become his sanctuary.Then came the sound of tires crunching over gravel.Alessandro squinted toward the front gate, his brow lifting. “We weren’t expecting anyone, were we?”Antonia shook her head, wiping her hands. “No… unless—”Before she could finish, a familiar voice rang through the stillness.“Don’t tell me my nephews have already forgotten their favorite uncle!”The twins’ heads snapped up. Matteo gasped. Antonio shrieked with joy.“UNCLE FEDERICO!!!
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The Offer
The clock read past midnight, but neither Antonia nor Alessandro could sleep.They lay side by side, their breaths slow, the silence between them no longer sharp-edged with pain, but padded by the kind of exhaustion that only comes from speaking the truth aloud.Antonia turned slightly, her gaze drifting over to Alessandro’s profile—his brow relaxed now, his lips parted softly in the stillness of the room. Yet she knew his mind wasn’t resting. It never did. Not since Lucas.She reached out and lightly touched his forearm. “Are you awake?”He opened his eyes immediately. “Always, when it’s you.”There was no teasing in his voice—just an earnestness that made her heart ache.“I didn’t mean to spring that on you earlier,” she whispered. “About work. I know it must have felt sudden.”Alessandro turned onto his side to face her. His hand found hers beneath the covers, his fingers brushing against hers like he was scared he might lose her again.“No,” he said. “You were right to say it. I j
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Unspoken Scares
The house had quieted.The twins were finally asleep, curled in opposite corners of the big bed they refused to leave tonight. Alessandro had tucked them in with exaggerated kisses and soft lullabies, while Antonia watched from the doorway—silently, always silently.Now the only sound came from the occasional rustle of the wind brushing against the window panes, and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.Alessandro stepped into the bedroom they once shared with arms full of folded blankets. He paused in the doorway, seeing Antonia already seated on the bed, her back to him, her shoulders hunched slightly as though the weight of the day was only just catching up with her.He moved quietly, setting the blankets aside, and walked over to her. “Need anything?” he asked softly, unsure if the question was too much or not enough.She shook her head. “Just… a moment,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.He didn’t press. Instead, he sat beside her, close but not touching. The silence
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Cradles of Ghosts
The living room glowed with warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. Balloons floated near the ceiling, and a banner that read “Happy 1st Birthday Matteo & Antonio” hung across the mantle in cheerful colors. Laughter filled the air, rich with love, tinged with the unspoken.“Happy birthday to you,” sang Roosevelt in a melodic voice, her hands clapping in rhythm as her smile stretched wide and genuine.“Happy birthday to you,” Aldo joined in, chuckling as he nudged Federico, who reluctantly joined, holding a party hat askew on his head.Antonia’s voice wavered, but she smiled, singing softly as she carried little Antonio in her arms. The child giggled and tugged at her earrings with chubby fingers.Alessandro, standing beside her, held Matteo with gentle ease. His eyes were locked on Antonia more than the cake, as if searching for the faintest shift in her expression. Her smile was beautiful—poised and photogenic—but he could see the cracks. She always wore it like
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Whisper in the Dark
“Alessandro…” Federico’s voice was firm, but gentle, his hand pressing against his Senior brother’s back with brotherly urgency. “Everything is going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but you have to believe me.”Alessandro stood still, his eyes red-rimmed, his jaw tight. The sterile hospital hallway was cold and humming with soft machinery sounds, but nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.“You guys have to fight this,” Federico continued, stepping around to face him. “No matter what it takes. For your sons. At least for them.”Alessandro blinked back the welling tears, his throat tight as he thought of Matteo and Antonio—how small their hands were in his. And Lucas… his tiny son that was dead, wires and machines that was breathing for him. He hadn't even had the chance to hold his third son properly. Just a glimpse, and a name—Lucas. Antonia’s trembling lips had whispered it just before the nurses had wheeled her away.“You have to be by Antonia’s side no mat
