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“No one touches what is mine and gets to live,” he replies firmly, sending a cold shiver down my spine. “Alessandro, I am not yours. I am not anyone’s property,” I argue. He laughs softly. “Okay,” he says casually, as if what I said doesn't matter. “I mean it; I will never be yours—not your property, not your plaything, and certainly not your mistress,” I've already made it clear that I won't be his mistress; I don’t know why he can’t seem to accept that. His jaw tightens, then he scoffs. “He threatened you, he touched you,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “It really didn’t matter if the device was his or not; he knew what was coming for him.” In search of her missing father, Renée, a 24 year old boudoir photographer, moves to a new country and makes a deal with the FBI. She helps them bring down the most feared Mafia Don in the country, and they help her find her father. All she has to do is seduce him and get him to lower his guard—easy. Alessandro has been married for three years to the perfect wife, the princess of the East Mafia dome. That kind of marriage makes Alessandro the leader of both the South and the East of the Mafia dome and untouchable, Ruthless. Then one night at a masquerade ball, he meets her, the seductive stranger with a different accent. She looks like the typical type of woman he would make his mistress. But is that enough? Will his world accept a woman like her? It has been a rule for as long as he can remember that certain races can't mix, at least not from where he stands. Plus, he is a married man. Everything about her is forbidden.
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The Don's Forbidden Muse Eighty
I stare out the window, my eyes focused on the clouds, but I can feel his gaze on me. I don’t think he’s taken his eyes off me for a single moment. When I turn to look at him, his lips curl into a smile. I have to admit, seeing this softer side of him is beautiful. I wish I could see it more often.“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asks, and I find myself blushing again.“Yes, yes, you have, but you can say it again,” I reply, and he chuckles.“You are,” he says once more. I reach out my hand for him to hold. He squeezes it gently, and my heart does its usual jump. I don’t think my heart will ever stop jumping every time we touch. Even the faintest of touches feels electric, making me feel everything all over again.“Comfortable?” he asks, his voice low and velvety, blending perfectly with the soothing instrumental music playing softly in the background.I nod, running my f
Last Updated : 2025-02-18The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Nine
“Do you want to come meet him?” I ask Emilia, but she quickly shakes her head.“Oh, no. You should go,” she says, and I nervously clear my throat, nodding.Alessandro said he needed a perfect runway to land the jet, so he asked Mateo to drive me there. I can’t quite explain how I’m feeling right now. It’s a mix of excitement and nervousness. What is this about? Of course, a ride on a private jet is like every girl’s dream, and part of me is excited. The other part of me doesn’t know how to feel about it. I didn’t even know he owned one. Or maybe he hired it?I’m dressed in black leather pants and a matching jacket. It’s late at night, and I don’t know where we’re going, so I figured dressing warm was a safe bet.A private jet ride—at night. Who does that? And why does it feel like I’m on the verge of something magical?“Are you ready?” Mateo
Last Updated : 2025-02-18The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Eight
When I step out of the shower a moment later, my phone is buzzing nonstop. It’s Bella.Shoot. I was supposed to call her and update her on everything—the arrest, us not leaving the country as planned—but I’ve been so caught up in everything that it completely slipped my mind.I tie a bathrobe around me and pick up the call.“Hey, girl. I’m so sorry. I was supposed to call you,” I quickly say before she can get a word in.“It’s okay. Are you okay?” she asks, and I nod, even though she can’t see me.“Yes, I am.”“Dell told me about the arrest. He was the one who called Alessandro and had Maria come to the station. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” she says with concern, and my heart warms at how much they care for me. Even though Dell and I may have had a fallout, he still made sure I got the help I needed.“I am. Thank you for c
Last Updated : 2025-02-18The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Seven
I can’t explain why, but my heart warms when I see him.He’s standing by the car, his broad shoulders and confident stance unmistakable. He looks effortlessly good in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket. Maria strides toward him, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.“What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, but Alessandro doesn’t even glance her way.His eyes find mine, and in a few swift strides, he’s standing in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.Before I can answer, he catches me off guard by pulling me into his arms. I hesitate for a moment before wrapping my arms around him.For an instant, everything else disappears. It’s just us—the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms around me. It feels like home, like safety. I close my eyes and sink into the feeling. He’s warm, and he smells incredible. Honest
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Six
I can clearly tell from the look in Maria’s eyes when she saw Michael working with the FBI that it triggered something in her—fear, perhaps? Yes, she was shocked, but in a way that made it clear she was scared of what it meant. And if I’m being honest, so am I.Michael folds his arms, not taking his eyes off Maria, a smug and self-satisfied look on his face.“She can’t be released,” he says, his tone cold and final. My heart is still pounding. For a moment, I thought I might get out of here, but now I’m not so sure. “Renée was arrested on legitimate charges,” he adds.Maria raises a brow, her voice razor-sharp. I’m surprised at how quickly she regains her composure after looking so shaken moments ago. “What charges?” she asks.Michael shrugs. “Falsifying flight documents. As her lawyer, I thought you would already know that,” he says simply, as though it’s a s
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Five
I stare at the phone for a moment, unable to move or even breathe. It’s burnt, probably from the fire Alessandro and his men set at the warehouse where Morales died, but it’s unmistakably the same phone. I don’t know what to make of it.How did they find it?Didn’t Alessandro get rid of it?Do they know something?Do they know Morales is missing—or dead, perhaps?Who am I kidding? They have his phone. They definitely know he’s missing.But Dell told me he handled it. He said he managed to steer their suspicions elsewhere, that he made them believe Morales left town for an assignment.Did he lie to me?No, he wouldn’t. Dell and I have had our differences, but he wouldn’t do something that would jeopardize both of us. If I go down for Morales’s death, it won’t be long before he goes down too.“I can tell from your silence that you know whose phone this is,” Agent Carter says. “And you might be considering our deal.”I look up at him, trying to maintain a poker face, but I don’t know how
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Four
I have never been arrested in my life, and all my life I have tried to live a good life and stay on the right side of the law so that a situation like this never happens. This is one of the scariest situations I have ever been in, and worse still, I don’t understand what we could have done to deserve this.My hands are trembling, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop them. They are sweaty, and the cuffs are digging into my wrists as I’m led through the cold, sterile hallway of the station. The air smells like bleach and something metallic, and the fluorescent light above hums in a way that grates on my nerves. I keep my head down, my heart racing so fast it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. The last time I was at this station was to see Dell; I never thought the next time I’d be here, it would be in handcuffs.My dad was taken into another room as soon as we got here. They didn’t even let us talk. The last thing I saw w
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Three
I feel anxious.I don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way because part of me is happy that I’m going back home. I’ll get to see my friends again after so many months of being away, and I’ll finally just be at home. But at the same time, I’m not sure if I even like the idea of going back. Partly because I feel like Alessandro and I still have unresolved issues. It doesn’t matter that we’ve talked and I said I’d be back—I just feel like if I leave, there’s a chance I may never return. After everything that happened last night and the weird tension that followed, I just need to put some space between us. I have to—for my sanity. For the sake of my heart. And then, there’s the part of me that’s scared of going back to face the reality that it’ll just be Dad and me. Mom won’t be there anymore. I’ve spent almost my entire life with her in it, and it’s going to be hard.
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Don's Forbidden Muse Seventy Two
This must be the longest shower I have ever had—well, the longest if it wasn’t one of those everything showers. The only reason is that I’m dreading going back to the room and having to face Alessandro. I know he won’t let this go until we’ve had that conversation, and I don’t even know if I can handle it.Because what am I even supposed to tell him? My body shut down because you’re married? That sounds absurd. It even feels absurd.There’s a fresh sweatsuit on the bathroom counter, along with some body care products. He must have placed them here while I was in the shower. I don’t even want to think about whose clothes they might belong to, but when I reach for them, I notice they still have tags on. They’re new. Does he always keep new clothes around for the women he brings home? His mistresses?See, this is why having this conversation feels like it might turn into a nightmare—because there&rsq
Last Updated : 2025-02-15
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I watch as the rain comes down in sheets, battering against the windows, blurring the world beyond. Had this been a different scene, I would say it was beautiful, but that's far from the case. Inside the villa, everything is chaos. The room is a mess—furniture overturned, glass scattered across the floor, and something red that shouldn’t be there, is spread across the marble like a warning. I step over it, barely feeling the cold seep into my shoes.My hands are shaking and I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m frozen, trapped in this moment that feels like it’s dragging on forever. I can hear his breathing, heavy and sharp. He is standing in the center of the room, a shadow of the man I thought I knew. His eyes are wild, watching my hand that's gripping a gun I never thought I would hold, and I’m shaking—terrified of what’s happening, terrified of what I’ve done.“Renée,” he says, his voice breaking through the silence like a razor. I can’t tell if it’s anger or desperation. Maybe both...
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