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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire "Aless"
"Alessandro!!!"A voice cut through the noise, sharp and demanding.And just like that, I felt the air shift.The dazzling lights flickered as a voice called out from the background, cutting through the noise."Alessandro, it's been a while."A woman emerged, her gown shimmering under the lights, accentuating every curve of her body. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, and her face—flawless, almost as if touched by a surgeon’s precision—lit up with a smile. Without warning, she wrapped Alessandro in an embrace, leaving him visibly stunned.The paparazzi wasted no time.Paparazzi 1: "Wow, Miss Francisco, you look stunning as always! When did you get back from the States? And don’t tell me you're one of the anonymous guests?"She chuckled, flashing a radiant smile. "Yes, I am. And I came to surprise Alessandro. So, Alessandro—surprise!"Another reporter chimed in.Paparazzi 3: "Alessandro, you must be pleased to have her here. You two were one of our favorite couples back
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I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room shifting, the tension crackling in the air as Alessandro closed the distance between us."Just close your eyes," Alessandro whispered, his gaze locked onto mine.Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me in, pressing his lips against mine in a deep, intense kiss. My heart pounded wildly, each beat so strong it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Flashing lights zeroed in on us, the paparazzi catching every moment.Murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd."Did he just do what I think he’s doing?""Not Francisco? This is pure torture for her.""I’m definitely posting this on my page—my followers will love this!"The voices swirled around us, growing louder by the second. I wanted to stop this, to make it end before things spiraled even further. I gave Alessandro a subtle signal, hoping he’d get the hint.But he didn’t.Instead, he tightened his grip, pulling me even closer. His arms wrapped securely around my
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I'll get the door!I stormed off before Alessandro could make another move, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed an 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. Standing right there, completely unexpected, was Francisco. My breath hitched. My mind raced.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 door already!"Alessandro’s voice cut through my spiral, snapping me back to reality. I turned to see him striding toward me, irritation written all over his face.His eyes flickered toward the CCTV screen, where Francisco’s image was displayed. The second he saw her, Alessandro’s jaw tightened. His entire demeanor shifted."No, no, no! So I can't have peace and quiet now that she's back?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple in frustration."What are we going
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And our eyes met."You have to be kidding me, right?" Miss Francisco scoffed as she scanned me from head to toe, her eyes dripping with disdain. Then, turning to Alessandro, she sneered, "You know, Aless, I can't believe that of all the women in the world, you chose to settle for this lowlife." She continued spewing insults, her words laced with venom."Hey! Watch your mouth!" Alessandro's voice thundered through the room. His gaze darkened as he took a threatening step toward her. "Don't you dare—not in your entire life—call my wife a lowlife. If we're being sincere, you are the lowlife here, Francisco. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten this far in your career. You used me—for your own selfish reasons. You’re nothing but a gold digger." He let out a bitter laugh, his fury burning through every word."And now, you come crawling back the moment you hear about my father's death? You thought you could take more from me, didn't you?" His fists clenched at his sides. "I should
Last Updated : 2025-03-25Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Poor Antonia
"How long will it take for my leg to heal, doctor?" A familiar voice said as I stepped into the room, only to freeze in place.Sitting in the chair across from the doctor was none other than my stepsister, Beatrice.My throat went dry. "Emm… good day, doctor. I would like to get my hand checked. I think I broke it after an… incident that happened yesterday," I said, my voice slightly shaky as I tried to keep my emotions in check.The doctor barely glanced at me before turning his attention back to Beatrice. "Miss Beatrice, you need to take your medication daily and avoid any hazardous activities that could put stress on your foot. Another fracture could make recovery more difficult," he advised.Beatrice simply nodded. "Okay, thank you. Bye now, doctor." She stood up, walking right past me as if we were nothing but strangers.I swallowed hard, watching her disappear through the door without even sparing me a glance.Shaking off the uncomfortable tension, I turned back to the doctor. "
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I stumbled forward, but before I could regain my balance, my foot caught on something—no, someone. A sharp force sent me crashing to the cold, hard floor, pain jolting through my hands and knees.Laughter rang in my ears, mocking, cruel. I didn't need to look up to know who it was.“Oh, my bad,” Beatrice’s voice dripped with fake innocence. “I didn’t see you coming.”I clenched my fists against the cold tile, my breathing uneven. My body ached, but it wasn’t just from the fall—it was from everything. Every moment of humiliation, every cruel word, every wound she had carved into my past. And now, here I was again, on the floor, beneath her, just like she always wanted.“Mrs. Amato!”Aldo’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, and within seconds, he was at my side. His hands reached out, steady, strong, ready to lift me up. But before he could, he turned—his grip latching onto Beatrice’s arm.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was sharp, protective, laced with fury
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Aldo’s voice pulled me back to reality. "Mrs. Amato, can we go now?" His tone was gentle, but I could barely process his words. My throat felt tight, my body numb. Without speaking, I lifted my hand, giving him a small wave—my silent signal to leave.But just as Aldo started the engine, something made me turn.And there she was.Beatrice.She stood there, waving at me. But it wasn’t a friendly wave. It wasn’t the kind of farewell shared between family. No. It was a taunting gesture, a silent message that sent shivers down my spine. "Let the torment begin," her smirk seemed to say.A cold dread settled in my chest. I knew that look. I had seen it countless times before—the promise of pain, of cruelty wrapped in a twisted sense of satisfaction.As the car pulled away, the weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. My vision blurred as hot tears welled up, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I curled into myself, my arms wrapping around my trembling body, my nails
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Holy shit
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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His grip on the paper trembled.A sharp exhale escaped his lips as his mind raced.Who had placed this in his pocket? When?And most importantly—where was Antonia?"Antonia!" he called out again, his voice raw with urgency.Still, no answer.A cold chill ran through him.Something was very, very wrong."Antonia—" Alessandro began, but before he could finish, the lights flickered on.He turned, expecting her beside him. But she was gone."Antonia!" he called, his voice sharp with panic, drawing the attention of those around him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as his eyes darted through the crowd.Then, a voice—calm, almost amused—cut through the tension."I'm here."Alessandro’s head snapped toward the sound. Antonia stood beside Federico, her posture composed, as if his panic hadn’t just unraveled in front of a room full of people.Relief surged through him, quickly replaced by frustration. He closed the distance between them in seconds, his hand gripping her wrist as he searched h
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Alessandro’s pulse hammered in his ears as he weaved through the grand hall, his heart racing with every passing second. The cryptic call still echoed in his mind, the threat clinging to him like a dark shadow."Damn it, Federico, pick up!" he muttered, pressing the phone against his ear as he tried to reach his brother. Nothing. Straight to voicemail.He clenched his jaw, quickly dialing another number."Come on, Antonia… pick up… please."Silence.A sinking feeling lodged itself in his chest as he shoved his phone into his pocket and stormed through the corridors, throwing open every door he came across.A private lounge—empty.The garden balcony—no sign of her.The storage room—nothing."Where the hell could she be?" he whispered to himself, his breath ragged.Then, his eyes landed on a door at the end of the hall. The ladies’ restroom.A flicker of hesitation gripped him, but the urgency overpowered it. He had to check. He had to know she was safe.Quickly glancing around to make
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the man screamed, gripping the dashboard as panic flashed in his eyes.But Antonia didn’t hear him.She didn’t hear anything.All she could hear was Alessandro’s voice—his cold, merciless voice—repeating in her head like a cruel echo."Kill her. And send the corpse to me."And in that moment—she had nothing left to lose.His hands trembled as he stared at the glowing screen, the unknown number glaring back at him like a silent threat. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath shallow. Who could this be? A chill crawled up his spine, an unshakable feeling of unease settling in."No one should know... No one except my family and hers. So who—"Alessandro’s voice from the phone call echoed in his mind. "Don’t tell me... It can’t be Beatrice, can it?"His jaw tightened, his grip on the phone turning white-knuckled. The mere thought sent a storm raging through him. Could she have found out? Had she been watching him from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?He swallowed
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire A Cruel Denial
The man took a step forward.Antonia’s hands shook as she pressed the lock button, her breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps. Click. The doors locked.But then—click.The locks disengaged on their own.Her heart pounded in her chest. No, no, no… She scrambled to press the button again. Click. Locked.But just as quickly—click. Unlocked.A cold wave of dread crashed over her as she turned her head, only to see the man now standing mere inches away from the driver’s side door. His masked face was void of expression, his dark eyes drilling into her like he could see straight into her fear.Her hands trembled as she frantically tried locking the car again, but before she could react, the door swung open on its own.And in that split second—he was inside.A sharp blade pressed against the soft skin of her throat, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips."Drive."The single command slithered from the man’s mouth, his voice deep, devoid of emotion. The knife against her neck told her th
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"What do you mean she's gone?!" Alessandro’s voice ripped through the room like a storm, his heart slamming against his ribs as he turned to Aldo, searching for answers. His breath came in short, uneven bursts, panic clawing at his chest."She was fine last night," he whispered, almost as if trying to convince himself. But the moment the words left his mouth, his mind betrayed him—memories flooding in, drowning him in guilt. The look in Antonia’s eyes, the way she recoiled from him, the sharp edge in her voice when she said she couldn't do this anymore."What did you do this time, Alessandro?" Aldo’s question was quiet, but the weight behind it hit like a blow.Alessandro dragged a hand down his face, his fingers trembling slightly. "I tried," he muttered. "I tried to do what you said—I asked her how her day was, I tried to be... different. But then—" He stopped himself, shame burning through his veins. "My anger got the best of me."Aldo exhaled sharply, his expression unreadable. "A
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Antonia lay on the cold floor, her body curled in on itself, trembling from both pain and fear. Her breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control.Alessandro stood over her, his presence towering, his eyes dark and unreadable. He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as if amused by her words."And what made you think I would let you do that?" His voice was calm, almost eerily so, as he watched her struggle.Antonia’s fingers curled into weak fists against the ground, but she didn’t dare look up at him."Who’s going to pay for the damages and costs, huh?" he continued, his tone laced with something cruel. "I already lost to your stepfather. The least I could do is keep one of his children for myself… right?"Her stomach twisted at his words.Her entire life had been a game of control—first with her family, now with him. She had hoped, even if only slightly, that there was a shred of decency left in him. But this? This confirmed eve
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Anger
"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
Secret Wife Of The Billionaire Holy shit
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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Aldo’s voice pulled me back to reality. "Mrs. Amato, can we go now?" His tone was gentle, but I could barely process his words. My throat felt tight, my body numb. Without speaking, I lifted my hand, giving him a small wave—my silent signal to leave.But just as Aldo started the engine, something made me turn.And there she was.Beatrice.She stood there, waving at me. But it wasn’t a friendly wave. It wasn’t the kind of farewell shared between family. No. It was a taunting gesture, a silent message that sent shivers down my spine. "Let the torment begin," her smirk seemed to say.A cold dread settled in my chest. I knew that look. I had seen it countless times before—the promise of pain, of cruelty wrapped in a twisted sense of satisfaction.As the car pulled away, the weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. My vision blurred as hot tears welled up, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I curled into myself, my arms wrapping around my trembling body, my nails
