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Sixty

Author: Khandasi
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-11 16:55:40

We pull up in front of my apartment, and I feel a mix of relief and dread. The events from earlier today play on a loop in my mind. That fight was quite unnecessary, if I’m being honest. I hate that Alessandro would side with Mia and try to doubt my brother. He was shot trying to save my father, and they still think there’s no way he could have gotten out on his own. It still hurts that Alessandro didn’t even attempt to defend my brother—or me, for that matter.

As Luca parks the car, I glance at Raul beside me. He’s pale, leaning back, but there’s a quiet determination in his eyes that reassures me. My father is seated silently in front, his attention ahead. Bella sits on my other side, gripping my hand as if she can read my thoughts, grounding me when I feel close to spiraling. My father suggested we go home, to his place, but Luca and Alessandro said that would be a bad idea because the Northern mafia would look for him there. We couldn’t go to Raul’s place because it’s an hour away
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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty One

    “I swear I feel fine now. I should go home before my fiancée gets worried,” Raul says, and I shake my head.“It is still not safe.” The doctor was very clear about Raul being moved as little as possible for at least forty-eight hours. It has only been a little over twenty-four hours since he was treated. If he’s to go back to his place, tomorrow would probably be the best time. But given that the threat from the Northern mafia group just got worse, I don’t even think him being away from us is a good idea.“Me staying here is going to worry her even more. Besides, Dad is kind of not comfortable with all these people around—they are criminals, you know,” he says in a whispering voice, and I frown, looking around to see if anyone can overhear our conversation. Bella is seated on one of the plush couches, her attention fully on her phone, while my dad is focused on whatever is happening on the TV. Everyone seems

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Two

    I head outside, needing air. The sun is warm, and the sound of gunfire echoes across the field. Watching everything that’s happening feels like watching art. It’s not every day you get the privilege of seeing over ten athletic, shirtless men training. It’s a sight to behold. I think it’d be even cooler if I grabbed Bella and we just sat back and watched. But before I can consider fetching her, my eyes land on Luca, who’s commanding the session with effortless ease. There’s a natural confidence to him, a charisma that’s impossible to ignore.I take a few steps closer, and as if he senses it, he glances over and smiles.An idea springs to mind, and before I can second-guess myself, I walk toward him. “Luca,” I call out.“Hey,” he lifts his vest, patting the sweat off his face with it. The moment my eyes land on his abs, my jaw drops.Okay, wow.“What’s up?” His tone i

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Three

    I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. His tone doesn’t sound playful; it’s a threat. But the thing is, I’m getting tired of him feeling some sort of entitlement toward me.“Yours?” My voice rises in disbelief. “You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to put some claim on me when you’ve made it loud and clear that you’re married.”Ever since we met, and he decided in his twisted mind that I was perfect to be his mistress, he put that claim on me like I was some property. No matter how many times I told him he had no right to do so, my pleas just fell on deaf ears. Then I made the first move, expecting he would reciprocate because that was what he wanted. And it wasn’t just the kiss—when I told him I was okay with it, he said something along the lines of me not being certain. Then, when I was willing, he pulled the “I’m married” card. So, I’m sorry, but he

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Four

    I stare at the phone for a moment, unable to process what just happened. The call replays in my mind as I hand the phone back to Luca when he stretches his hand out, but I don’t say a word. I could ignore what she said and not meet her. I don’t know what she wants to talk about, but I have a feeling she knows everything. The thing is, if I ignore her, it’ll look like I’m guilty. And I’m not. At least, I’m trying to convince myself I’m not.“What did she want?” Dell asks, pulling me from my thoughts. There’s concern etched in his voice.“She wants to see me,” I say, my voice betraying my confusion.Dell furrows his brows, matching my bewilderment.“Why would she want that?”“She wants us to talk.” Honestly, I’m scared, but I’m trying so hard not to show it.“You know you can’t go, right?” Dell says, and I shake my head

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Five

    I stand there, staring at the painting in silence. The image looking back at me is so detailed, so painstakingly crafted, it feels more like a reflection than a painting. Every brushstroke on the canvas captures me perfectly, down to the smallest freckle on my cheek—even the little scar on my chin that I got on the playground as a child. The way it’s so detailed, one would have to have studied my face for a very long time to capture every detail he has. My eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, and there’s a look in them I don’t recognize—vulnerability mixed with longing. I can’t tell if it’s meant to reflect me or Alessandro’s perception of me, but it sends a shiver down my spine.“And you’d think one would be enough, no?” Maria says, moving to the other canvases. She begins uncovering them, one after the other, and they’re all of me. They don’t just look like they were painted from pure imagination

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Six

    I stop just before reaching the main living room, take a deep breath, exhale, and pat dry the tears that have been falling. When I walk into the living room, Dell is seated on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, while Luca paces near the window. They both look up as I enter, and my steps falter at the sight of Luca.I don’t understand him. How could he bring me here, knowing what would happen? Knowing Maria would—“Dell,” I say, my voice trembling as I try to calm myself and act as nonchalant as I can. “Take me out of here. Now.”“Renée, are you okay?” he asks, standing and walking toward me. I clear my throat and nod, unwilling to talk about what just happened.“What did she do?” he asks, frowning. Before I can answer, Luca turns, his expression a mix of guilt and something I can’t decipher.“I’ll take you,” he says softly. “I&rsqu

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Seven

    For a moment, my heart stops beating, and I’m completely frozen in the moment. My body stiffens as the logical part of my brain instinctively telling me to pull away. That this is wrong, that I shouldn’t let it happen. But his lips are so soft, so insistent, moving against mine with a tenderness I never expected. And he’s such a good kisser that it’s impossibly hard to resist him. I hear him let out a soft groan of frustration, and I know it’s my cue to kiss him back. My heart races, pounding so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.But still, they are there, and the deeper I kiss him, the louder they become.What am I doing?He’s married. Not just married but also the man whose wife confronted me hours ago, threatening me to stay away from her husband—or die. The same woman whose deal I accepted to leave the country. Guilt starts to creep in, and as much as I want to fight it off, I think I’m losing. Alessandr

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Sixty Eight

    I’m standing in Raul’s guest room, staring at the dress I bought. I kind of passed by the store and picked it up while we were driving here last night. It’s gorgeous, no doubt, but it doesn’t take away the thoughts swirling in my head. What am I even doing? When I suggested Alessandro take me out on a date, it was in the heat of the moment. I needed to say something to distract him from asking me not to leave the country. Now that the day is here, I’m dreading every minute as it approaches.There’s someone perched on the edge of the bed, grinning like she’s known me forever—Emilia, Raul’s fiancée. Her energy is warm but almost overwhelming. I get that she’s excited to meet me and wants to bond, but I didn’t necessarily want her in the room while I’m getting ready for the date. I couldn’t tell her no, though, because this is her and Raul’s place.“Are you sure about these ea

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Ninety Two

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  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Ninety One

    I open my eyes, and my head is killing me. The first thing I feel is the cold, hard surface beneath me. I try to piece together where I am. Someone is calling my name, the voice faint but familiar, slicing through the fog clouding my mind.“Renée…”I force my eyes open, blinking against the light filtering into the massive room. It takes me a moment to figure out my surroundings, and then I see him—Alessandro. He’s seated on a chair a few feet away, his hands bound, his eyes filled with anger and despair.My heart jumps. He came for me.I try to sit up, and my body aches with every move, but I still manage to sit.“Alessandro,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I struggle to stand.He shakes his head, a silent warning, and that’s when I see it—a gun pressed against his temple. My breath catches in my throat as my heart starts to race.“Hey… hey… are you ok

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    AlessandroAfter that phone call with Emilia, I’ve felt stuck ever since. I don’t know what to do. Before I took over the reign of the East mafiadome—just before I married Emilia—the queen was already on top of the food chain. There were rumors about how ruthless she was, how evil she was. The things she used to do. She was the lowest of the barrel when it came to cruelty. I didn’t think there was anything beyond her in terms of the evil she was capable of. She would kill without mercy, deal the worst drugs, and human and sex trafficking were part of her trade.So when I married Maria, I swore to change all that. I vowed to be ruthless, but not ruthless like her. I wanted to make things right—and I did.By doing so, I threatened her, and she fought back. There is nothing worse than fighting someone you don’t truly know.The thing is, before her, her father ruled. He supposedly only had sons—or so we thought.

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Nine

    “Hey! Hey! Let us out of here, you sons of bitches!” Mateo’s scream tears through the heavy silence in the room. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice hoarse as he shouts.“Let us out of here! Do you hear me? You bastards! You’re going to pay for letting Marco die. I swear to God!” he screams again, his voice bouncing off the walls, but no one comes. The night is quiet except for the sounds of the crickets and my sobbing. I turn to look at my father and brother, and they have that same sad look on their faces.Mateo keeps screaming in rage at no one, yet still, no one seems to hear his cries.I remain seated on the floor, my hands still stained with the now-dried blood that belonged to Marco. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shakes. He was alive not long ago. But now he is gone. He’s really gone. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. If only Emilia had let me help him&hel

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Eight

    The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Seven

    The car is silent except for my pounding heart, Marco’s labored breathing, and the soft clicking sound of Emilia tapping her nails on the gun pointed at me. Her other gun rests lazily on Marco, a silent threat that keeps me gripping the steering wheel tighter than I should. My hands are trembling and slick with sweat and blood from when I tried to stop Marco’s bleeding. The whole car reeks of iron—a nauseating smell—but I’m too focused on the gun pointed at me and Marco’s worsening condition to care.“Where are we going?” I ask. Emilia only shrugs and waves for me to keep my eyes on the road. I blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay so I can see where I’m heading.“Where are my father and Raul?” My voice cracks despite my best effort to sound calm. I don’t know what she’s done to them. I should’ve been more suspicious when I returned and couldn’t find my father, or when Ra

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Six

    RenéeThe moment the call drops, my heart sinks into my stomach. I pull the phone from my ear, staring at the dark screen. The battery’s dead. It hadn’t fully charged when I took it off earlier to call Alessandro. I groan in frustration as I fumble to connect it to the charger. My hands are trembling as my mind races back to his last words. I couldn’t quite catch them, but he said something about Emilia.I don’t know what he said she was, but I’m scared.My fingers fumble with the charger until I finally manage to plug it in. The phone lights up, the charging symbol glowing on the screen. I impatiently stare at it, praying it will charge faster.What did he mean?Why did he sound so terrified?What did he see during that video call?And what did Emilia see that made her sprint out of here so fast?Why did he want me to find Marco and Mateo and have them take me away from here? These people a

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Five

    AlessandroMy heart races as I stare at the screenshot I took. I lean back in my chair, gripping the edges of the desk as if anchoring myself to reality. The video wasn’t clear—too much movement, too many shadows—but something about her. The voice. That look. I can’t shake the feeling.It can’t be.But if it is…When I knew her she used to go by a different name, it wasn't Emilia.I rub a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing. I don’t care if I’m right or wrong, but if I am, then Renée’s life might be in danger, and I would die before letting anything happen to her.There’s only one person who can confirm this suspicion, but I hate the idea of going to her. Maria. She is the last person I want to talk to right now, not after the fight we had earlier when I came back.But I don’t have a choice.I push out my chair, the screeching sound echoing i

  • The Don's Forbidden Muse   Eighty Four

    I got back to Raul’s place a few hours ago. My father wasn’t home, and when I asked Raul where he was, he said he left earlier with one of the security guys to deal with something. He didn’t give me much detail about it, so I’ll just have to call my father and ask him. Although Raul assured me he’d be fine and the security guy would make sure nothing happened to him, I still want to check on him myself.When I returned, I was too tired and just wanted some peace and rest, but Raul couldn’t let me have that the moment I told him I’d be moving in with Alessandro. I drove back with Alessandro, but along the way, he had Mateo pick me up because he said he needed to rush somewhere.So here we are, seated in the dining room across from each other. Raul looks like he wants to scold me but doesn’t know how to start.“You’re moving in with Alessandro?” he asks sharply.I shrug, nodding. “Yeah,

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