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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire A cage of flesh and fire
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!!
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Secret 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "Mask and Mirror"
"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
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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shattered Roads
The ride was supposed to be safe.Silent, secure — a simple drive to the villa where Alessandro had promised protection awaited them.Antonia sat in the backseat, one twin pressed against each of her sides. Matteo clutched her hand tightly, while Antonio quietly hummed under his breath, a nervous habit he hadn’t outgrown.The countryside blurred past the windows in smears of green and gold, the sun low in the sky.For a moment, Antonia allowed herself to believe they were safe.Until she heard the soft, mechanical click.The doors locked.Antonia stiffened immediately.She leaned forward, her voice calm but sharp."Driver," she said, forcing herself to stay composed, "why did you lock the doors?"There was no answer.The man behind the wheel stared ahead, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.Antonia’s heartbeat quickened."Driver," she repeated, firmer this time. "Open the doors. Now."Still nothing.Matteo tugged at her sleeve, his voice small and scared."Mamma... what
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Beneath the Surface
The estate was quieter now — at least on the surface.But Alessandro knew better.Silence was not peace. It was the breath before a storm broke.After ensuring the twins were upstairs under watchful care — after giving Antonia a kiss that tasted like an unspoken apology — he slipped away to the security room tucked deep within the house.The door clicked shut behind him.Inside, six massive monitors illuminated the darkened space, each displaying live feeds from every corner of the property: gates, hallways, gardens, perimeter walls. A silent, ceaseless watch.Marco, his head of security, stood stiffly near the corner, tension radiating from every line of his body."Leave," Alessandro said quietly, his voice brooking no argument.Marco hesitated."Sir, if I could just say—"Alessandro turned his head slightly — a mere flick of his gaze — and Marco swallowed his words, nodded stiffly, and left without another word.As the door clicked shut, Alessandro exhaled slowly and leaned forward,
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows at the Door
The morning sun filtered weakly through the grand windows of the estate, but inside the house, the atmosphere was thick, heavy — as if even the light was afraid to linger too long.Alessandro stood in the foyer, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark tailored trousers, watching as the twins, Matteo and Antonio, sat slumped on the bottom step of the staircase, backpacks at their feet. They were already dressed for school — navy uniforms neat, hair combed carefully — but their usual chatter was missing. Their small faces were pinched in confusion.Antonio’s voice broke the silence."Papa... why can’t we go?" he asked, his tone unusually timid.Alessandro knelt down in front of them, his heart cracking open at the sight of their disappointment. His hand, steady and warm, found Antonio’s shoulder. He squeezed gently, then reached for Matteo too, pulling them both closer."There was... an unexpected delivery this morning," he said carefully, choosing every word as if it were a st
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Whispers Wrapped in Papers
The second morning of school came quicker than anyone expected.The twins, Matteo and Antonio, bounced down the grand staircase of the Amato estate, their tiny backpacks clutched in excitement.Antonia watched them from the kitchen, smiling behind her coffee cup.There was something about their laughter — pure, uninhibited — that always softened the hardest parts of her heart.Alessandro sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through emails on his tablet, but every now and then, he lifted his head just to watch them too.His family.His reason for everything."Papa!" Antonio chirped, dragging Matteo along as they skidded into the dining room."How many more days until Saturday?""Today is Thursday," Alessandro said with a small smirk, putting down his tablet."So two more days, little warrior."Matteo frowned, counting on his fingers."That’s too long," he complained, making both parents laugh softly.Antonia ruffled Matteo's dark hair as she passed him a plate."You’ll be so busy maki
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Shadows Beneath the Light
The evening sky bled into soft hues of lavender and gold as the city lights of Milan flickered awake.Inside the Amato estate, the world was still and quiet — save for the faint sound of a wine cork popping in the kitchen.Antonia leaned against the marble counter, her heels already kicked off, her body humming with exhaustion.It had been a long day. Her first full day working side by side with Alessandro — full of whispered glares, tight smiles, and an unspoken war with women who hated her without knowing her.Yet somehow, despite it all... she felt alive.Footsteps approached. Heavy. Familiar. Safe.Alessandro appeared, still in his shirt and vest, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as though he'd raked his fingers through it one too many times.He held two glasses of wine."For surviving," he said with a wry smile, handing one to her.Antonia smiled tiredly, accepting it.Their fingers brushed.A spark ran between them — small, electric."Th
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Silent and Shields
The next morning broke crisp and clear over the Amato estate.Sunlight streamed through the grand windows, casting golden rays across the polished marble floors.But beneath the beauty of the day, a layer of tension hummed through the air.Alessandro stood by the window of his study, phone pressed to his ear, his voice clipped and commanding."I want two security details," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation."One for the house, another for the twins' school. Discreet but thorough. No one gets close without clearance."He paused, jaw tight, as he listened to the head of his private security team."And double-check every staff member's background. I don’t care how long they’ve been with us."His gaze flickered toward the garden, where Antonia was helping Matteo and Antonio adjust their school uniforms.Her laughter floated up to him, light and sweet — a sound he was willing to do anything to protect.He ended the call, exhaling slowly, letting his mind sharpen with purpos
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Unseen Event
The towering glass building of SKYE TECH glistened under the bright Italian sun as Alessandro’s sleek black car pulled up to the private entrance.Antonia sat beside him, smoothing invisible creases from her cream-colored blouse, her nerves a bundle of tight strings.It wasn't just another first day at a job — it was stepping into a world where everything would be scrutinized, whispered about, judged.Alessandro noticed her tension.He reached over, squeezing her hand warmly."You belong here, Tesoro," he said, his voice low and full of certainty.Antonia smiled faintly, grateful for his unwavering support.As they entered the lobby, a wave of hushes swept through the employees gathered around.Whispers slithered through the air like smoke."Is that her?""She’s beautiful...""No wonder he stayed away for five years.""Assistant? Right. Looks more like his queen."Antonia kept her chin high, her steps even, refusing to let the gossip pierce her skin.Inside the executive floor, Alessa
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Cracks Beneath the Crown
The heavy mahogany doors of the SKYE TECH boardroom swung shut behind Alessandro, but not everyone moved immediately.Federico Amato lingered at the back of the room, a tight smile frozen on his handsome face.Around him, the board members buzzed with excitement, some congratulating each other, others speculating about Antonia’s sudden rise into the company’s inner circle.But Federico barely heard them.Behind the charming mask he wore so well, his heart boiled with fury."You fool, Alessandro," Federico thought, clenching and unclenching his fists inside the pockets of his tailored jacket."You just made yourself — and her — even bigger targets."He turned toward the long conference window, staring out over the sprawling city. His reflection glared back at him — hollow, furious.Federico’s mind spiraled back to the five years he had quietly manipulated the company, built secret alliances, and nurtured relationships behind Alessandro’s back.He had sacrificed too much to be sidelined
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire The king's take the throne
The grand conference hall of SKYE TECH was buzzing with tension. Board members whispered among themselves, their suits immaculate, their faces wary. The press — reporters from the most influential Italian newspapers and global tech media — clustered at the back of the room, clutching notepads, microphones, and cameras poised like weapons.A low murmur rippled through the hall when Alessandro Amato strode in.He was a vision of control — sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, and a steely gaze that silenced the room without a word. His very presence commanded obedience.The cameras immediately began to flash, bursts of white light illuminating the room as if lightning had struck.Alessandro stepped up to the podium, placed his hands firmly on either side, and swept his cold blue eyes over the room."Good afternoon," he began, his voice calm but carrying an underlying weight that made everyone lean closer. "I know it has been five years since I stood before you in this very building."Whi
