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ELEANOR Stephan's boss remained standing at the top of the staircase a while longer as he seemed to carry the entire room’s attention on his shoulders. It was clear that he wasn’t just about to walk down the stairs, he was also about to make an entrance, ensuring everyone in the room knew exactly who was in charge.The air felt heavier with each step he took—each slow step a deliberate declaration of dominance. His polished shoes gleamed under the chandelier's light, and both his hands tucked inside his pockets as though he had all the time in the world. By the time he reached the base of the stairs, the room was dead silent.They all moved almost in unison—Stephan, the senior guard, and the one who had been keeping an eye on me—and one by one, they bowed their heads, murmuring greetings I couldn’t quite catch. I could tell that it wasn’t just respect because these men looked at him like he was untouchable.Fear kept my body stiff, but something else—stubbornness, or even my anger—
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ELEANOR “What do you want from me?” I asked, staring Don Salvatore dead in the eye. My voice was steady, but I could feel the tension buzzing under my skin. “What was so important your men had to kill Enzo and drag me here?”He smiled—a slow, calculated thing that made my stomach churn. “Patience, my dear,” he said smoothly. “We’ll get to that in time. But first, dinner. I imagine your trip here was unpleasant and I'm sure you must be famished.”I didn’t even hesitate. “I don’t want anything from you,” I said flatly. “All I want is to leave. So let’s skip the theatrics. Say what you need to say, and then keep your word about letting me go.”His eyes darkened just slightly, the edge of his charm faltering for a moment. “I insist,” he said, his voice quieter but no less firm.“I don’t care what you insist,” I shot back. “I’m not sitting down for dinner with you.”Before I could say anything else, his voice cut through the room like a knife. “I. Insist.”There was something about the wa
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ELEANOR “What the hell do you mean, I’m working for you?” I asked in a low, confused but determined tone. “I don't work for you, and I never will. You hear me? Never.”Don Salvatore barely looked up as he calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin.“First, you said I could leave once we talked. Then, it was dinner first, and we’d talk while we ate. Now you’re saying I need to finish the food before you’ll tell me anything. And somehow, I’m suddenly working for you?”I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “You’re just stalling, playing games, and I’m not going to do this anymore.”I had once again found my guts all of a sudden, and then without another word, I got back up from the seat, turned around, and strode towards the exit—each step feeling like a small victory, like I was finally taking control of the situation.First Aasad stepped into my path before I got to the doors—his massive frame blocking them like a wall, and then I heard the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked.I froze i
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ELEANORI stared at Don Salvatore in disbelief, my chest tight with shock and anger. "You have to be joking," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm, though deep down, I hoped it was true. "You want me to help you kill Armando? Do you even hear yourself?"His expression didn't shift, the charm he had been masking himself with all night replaced by something darker."Why the fuck would you ask me that?" I demanded, my hands trembling as I clenched them into fists at my sides."Do I look like someone who goes around killing people? Is that what you brought me here for? Because if that's it, you can forget it right now. It's not happening."Don Salvatore had that smug, detached look on his face as he tilted his head slightly, his lips twitching as though he found my outburst amusing—fueling my rage even more."I've heard what you wanted to say," I snapped, "And if that's all you had to discuss, now would be a good time for you to let me go. Unless, of course, you plan on killing me too."H
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ARMANDOThe drive to the scene felt endless. Matteo sat in the front passenger seat—his jaw tight and his eyes scanning the streets as though he might catch a glimpse of the people responsible for what had happened to Enzo—while I sat in the back, silent as my hands clenched into fists. And although the chauffeur had given us every detail he knew, none of it was enough. I needed to see it for myself.When the limo finally slowed, Matteo cursed under his breath. “Police,” he muttered.I leaned forward slightly, catching sight of the flashing lights. Yellow tape surrounded the area with officers pacing back and forth. The scene looked like it was a mess.“Damn it,” Matteo hissed.The chauffeur's face seemed tense as he glanced back at me through the rearview mirror. “What do you want me to do boss?” He asked.“Park,” I said. My voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it. “Find a spot where you won’t be seen and stay in the car. Lock it and don’t move until we get back.”The cha
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ARMANDO The ride back to the mansion was silent, but my head wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the image of Enzo’s face—cold and lifeless—in that bag. It played on a loop in my mind, every detail—the stiffness of his features, the unnatural stillness—etching deeper with each passing second. It wasn’t just grief that gripped me. It was anger—burning, unrelenting anger.I sat in the back seat, staring out at the rain-dotted windows with my jaw clenched so tightly that it ached a bit. The thirst for revenge was clawing at me—demanding I act, but I couldn’t afford to be reckless just yet. The police sniffing around my operations was something I just couldn’t afford at the moment.When the limo pulled into the driveway, Matteo jumped out even before the chauffeur had fully parked. He opened the door for me—holding an umbrella in one hand. “It’s starting to pour boss. Let me—”I waved him off and stepped out into the rain, ignoring the drizzle that quickly turned into a steady downpour. The cold wa
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ELEANORI couldn't seem to find any sleep because each time I closed my eyes, the images came rushing back—sharp and unforgiving—like shards of glass cutting through my mind.I sat up on the edge of my bed staring at the shadows dancing across the wall. Sleep wasn't just far, it felt impossible. My body felt too heavy, my mind too restless, and I couldn't even lie down properly all night.After Armando had gone upstairs last night, I forced myself to mop the living room floor just like he'd asked, even though my hands wouldn't stop trembling. The cold seeped into my bones, and my clothes stuck to my skin as I worked, but I still pushed through. When I finally dragged myself upstairs, my room was exactly as I'd left it—cold and silent.Don Salvatore's words haunted me. His threats still hung over me like a storm cloud even though I was now miles away from him—wherever he was.Still, I couldn't dwell on it now. If Armando sensed even the slightest shift in my behavior, he'd know somethi
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ELEANORArmando’s words kept playing over and over in my head as I hurriedly rummaged through my wardrobe. The tone he used left no room for argument, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me that if I didn’t act quickly, his temper would explode. The massive mansion—which sometimes felt like a labyrinth—was suddenly suffocating once again, its walls closing in as the weight of the previous evening’s events pressed down on me. My mind flashed to the blood, the screams, the gunshots—all too much that I could barely think straight.I pulled out a sleeveless white gown—simple but neat—and slipped it on. I didn’t have time to fuss over accessories or the perfect look, especially because Armando wasn’t exactly the type to wait and I didn’t want to test his patience today. I quickly applied a light layer of makeup—enough to mask my tired eyes and pale complexion—and glanced at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.Taking a deep breath, I made my way downstairs. Each s
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ELEANOR“You’re lucky I’m not the kind of man who doesn’t ask for consent,” Armando continued, his tone low but cutting. “Or I’d have had you right here and now without a second thought.”My heart skipped, and my pulse spiked at the subtle threat laced in his voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to breathe. I wouldn’t let him see how his words rattled me, how much they cut straight to the core of my fear.I swallowed hard as he lifted my chin. “You’d end up in jail.“ I shot back, my voice sharper than I felt inside. “And honestly… that doesn’t sound so bad for someone like you.” I added, letting spite creep into my tone.For a second, there was silence. Then Armando let out a low, dangerous laugh—a sound that sent chills down my spine. He tilted his head, his smirk sharp and mocking.“Well,” he said, dragging the word out, “if you want me to go to jail so badly, I might as well use you as my free pass.”He then moved his arm suddenly, bringing it close to my chest in
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ELEANORThe gentle hum of the limo filled the silence as we drove out of the hospital's compound. I leaned back against the plush seat—the outside world blurring into nothingness—as I stared outside the window, feeling hollow as though a piece of me had just been left behind.What made it worse was the glimpse of that nurse. I was almost certain she was the one but I couldn’t approach her because Matteo just had to be there like a shadow trailing me everywhere.The doctor’s words began to replay—like some sort of whisper—in my head. She seemed to be a kind woman—middle-aged with sharp glasses perched on her nose—and her demeanor was assuring as she’d handed me a prescription list, speaking in a tone that made it sound like she genuinely cared.“You’ll need to take these as directed,” she had said in a tone that was both soft and firm at the same time. “Three times a day after meals. Don’t skip a dose. And also try to get good rest as much as possible.”Then she’d given me a small, enc
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ELEANORThe receptionist waved over a male nurse—gesturing toward where we had sat—and he approached quickly, a polite but professional expression on his face. “Right this way, sir,” he said, his voice calm and steady.Armando stood—adjusting his coat with a deliberate motion—and then he glanced at me. His look wasn’t harsh, but it carried a silent command. It was clear he expected me to walk ahead of him.I stood slowly, feeling the weight of the awkwardness I’d been carrying since we arrived. Matteo—ever silent and watchful—followed closely behind as we began to walk. The nurse led the way—his strides steady and purposeful—and I found myself matching his pace, though my gaze kept drifting.The further we moved away from the reception area, the more relieved I felt. The burning stares and muffled whispers of the queue had left an imprint on me, but at least now I could breathe without the judgment of strangers pressing down on me. Armando had a way of making every public moment feel
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ARMANDO The ride back to the mansion was silent, but my head wasn’t. I couldn’t shake the image of Enzo’s face—cold and lifeless—in that bag. It played on a loop in my mind, every detail—the stiffness of his features, the unnatural stillness—etching deeper with each passing second. It wasn’t just grief that gripped me. It was anger—burning, unrelenting anger.I sat in the back seat, staring out at the rain-dotted windows with my jaw clenched so tightly that it ached a bit. The thirst for revenge was clawing at me—demanding I act, but I couldn’t afford to be reckless just yet. The police sniffing around my operations was something I just couldn’t afford at the moment.When the limo pulled into the driveway, Matteo jumped out even before the chauffeur had fully parked. He opened the door for me—holding an umbrella in one hand. “It’s starting to pour boss. Let me—”I waved him off and stepped out into the rain, ignoring the drizzle that quickly turned into a steady downpour. The cold wa
