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The Door he was never meant to leave open
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Before I could even process what was happening, the doors slammed shut with a mechanical clank, locking themselves in place like the closing of a vault. The alarm blared, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cold walls like a warning bell from hell itself."No! No! No!" I cried out, rushing to the door, frantically yanking at the handle, pushing, pulling—anything to break free. It wouldn’t budge.My chest tightened as fear surged up my throat like a wave. Panic took hold."Help!" I screamed, banging my fists against the door with every ounce of strength I had. "Is anybody there?! I'm locked inside!"But the house stayed silent, like it was mocking me. Like it was listening, but chose not to answer.And that’s when the truth hit me.I was alone. Utterly, terrifyingly alone in this massive house. No staff. No family. No one coming to save me.Only me.And my mistake.I sank back against the cold wall, the reality of it all crashing down on me like ice water.I had broken Alessandro’s num
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Blood trickled down his forearm, stark against the whiteness of his once-crisp shirt. The deep crimson soaked into the fabric, blooming like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even seem to notice.In his other hand, he clutched a half-empty wine bottle, the glass slick in his grip. His knuckles were white, tense, like he might crush it into shards without realizing.He took a step forward.Then another.And with each step, the air in my lungs thinned.The dim light of my room bathed him in shadow. His shirt hung open at the top, stained and wrinkled. The tailored edges of his suit were disheveled, hanging off his shoulders like discarded armor. The sharp, bitter scent of alcohol clung to him, thick and invasive.And then his eyes found me.I froze.Those piercing blue eyes—once indifferent, now filled with rage and something darker—pinned me to the spot like prey caught in the open.He was drunk.He was furious.And he was coming straight for me."You bitch!!
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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.
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"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
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“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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“Come on, Federico, we need to leave. Now,” Alessandro barked, storming out of his room with Aldo close behind, struggling to keep up. His footsteps thundered through the quiet hall, fury practically radiating from his shoulders. The front door slammed behind them.In the kitchen, Roosevelt glanced over his shoulder while scrubbing the last of the dishes. “I wonder what could have rattled him this much…”Antonia, drying a plate in slow circles, sighed. Her eyes flicked toward the window as if searching the wind for answers. “He’s always like this—this storm of emotions. Just when I think I’ve figured him out, he proves me wrong all over again.”Roosevelt turned off the faucet and leaned on the counter. “If you must know, Antonia... Alessandro loves you. He’s just... not great at showing it. Give him time.”Antonia’s hands froze mid-wipe. Her voice dropped, quiet and bitter. “I’m sorry, Roosevelt. But love is the wrong word for whatever Alessandro feels for me.”She set the plate down,
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Undeniable truth
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Building a home
The sky outside was bruised with twilight when we returned home, the last strands of golden sun retreating behind the hills. The house smelled like warm bread and rosemary. Roosevelt had outdone herself.But Alessandro didn't let me walk in alone.He carried me up the stairs, past curious staff who respectfully looked away, and into our bedroom—his steps careful, like I might break if the floor creaked too loudly beneath us.Once inside, he gently lowered me onto the bed, adjusting pillows behind my back like he’d done it a thousand times. He hovered, unsure, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to do more but didn’t know how.“Do you need water?” he asked, voice unusually soft. “Tea? Something sweet?”I blinked up at him. “I’m okay… just tired.”He gave a slow nod, then moved toward the corner of the room, where an armchair sat forgotten. He didn’t sit at first. Just stood there, staring.At me.At my belly.At everything he didn’t know how to say.Finally, he spoke—so qui
