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I wake slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. As consciousness seeps in, I become aware of the strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close. A smile tugs at my lips as memories of last night flood my mind - Stefano’s touch, his kisses, the way he worshipped my body with a reverence that left me breathless and aching for more.He introduced me to pleasures I never knew existed, stoking the flames of my desire until I was burning, consumed by a need only he could satisfy. Even now, just the thought of it sends a shiver down my spine, my skin tingling with remembered bliss.I turn carefully in his embrace, not wanting to wake him. In sleep, his handsome face is relaxed, the lines of tension smoothed away. He looks peaceful, younger, his dark lashes fanning against his cheeks. My fingers itch to trace the strong lines of his jaw, to brush the stray curl from his forehead, but I resist the urge, content to simply drink in the sight of him.It still fee
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I close the door behind Emily, her words echoing in my mind. My head is spinning with the conversation we just had as I trudge up the stairs to my room. As I enter my bedroom, I can't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Emily's plan for revenge against my brother seems misguided and potentially dangerous. I know Santiago can be intense, but the idea of him using money as leverage over Emily doesn't sit right with me. There has to be more to this story.I collapse onto my bed, my body still pleasantly sore from my night with Stefano, but my mind racing with worry for both Emily and Santiago. Should I warn my brother about Emily's intentions? Or would that be betraying my friend's trust? I'm still angry with him about the reason he got with her. The complexity of the situation overwhelms me, and I close my eyes, hoping for a moment of peace.Just as I'm about to drift off, a soft knock on my door jolts me back to alertness. "Andrea, sweetheart, is that you?" My mother's
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We arrive at Stefano's hotel suite, and he leads me straight to the bedroom. When he opens the door, I gasp softly. The room is bathed in warm, flickering candlelight, and the air is heavy with the scent of roses. Rose petals are scattered across the crisp white bedsheets, creating a scene straight out of a romantic fantasy."Stefano, what is all this?" I ask, my voice filled with wonder as I take in the romantic tableau before me.He comes up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His breath is warm against my ear as he murmurs, "I wanted to do something special for you."I turn in his embrace, my heart swelling with emotion. "You didn't have to do that," I whisper, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness."I wanted to," he replies, his eyes dark with desire as they meet mine. Before I can respond, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. This kiss is different; it's hungry, urgent, and filled with barely restrained passion. His hands slide down to cup my rear, lifting me ef
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The following morning, I wake up with a big smile on my face. Gently, I slip out from under Stefano’s arm and get up. I pick up his shirt, inhaling his delicious scent before putting it on and padding to the small kitchenette in his hotel suite. The view of the ocean from the window is breathtaking in the morning light, the sun casting a golden glow across the waves.I check the fridge and cupboards, finding ingredients for pancakes based on the recipe I found online. As I mix the batter, adding a touch of vanilla and cinnamon for extra flavor, I hum softly to myself. I really hope it comes out well because I’ve always been a horrible cook.Just as I’m pouring the batter into the pan, strong arms wrap around my waist.“Buongiorno, Luce del Sole,” Stefano murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek.“Good morning,” I reply, smiling as I lean back into his embrace.“Why aren’t you in bed?” he asks, his voice still husky with sleep.“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” I explain, gesturing
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I’m so exhausted from work that I can’t wait to collapse into bed in Stefano’s hotel room. After a quick shower to wash away the day’s stress, I slip into one of his shirts and burrow under the covers. Stefano’s out handling business but should be back soon.Just as I’m drifting off, I feel gentle fingers stroking my hair. I groan softly, blinking my eyes open to see Stefano sitting beside me. A sleepy smile tugs at my lips as he leans down to press a soft kiss there.“Hey,” I murmur, stretching languidly.“Hello, amore,” he says, his voice warm. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t. I just got into bed.” I sit up, the covers pooling around my waist. “How was your day?”“Good. I had lunch with your brother,” Stefano replies, and I feel my eyes narrow instinctively.“And what did you talk about?” I ask, already anticipating where this conversation might go.Stefano takes a breath, his expression turning serious. “I know it’s not my business, but have you considered that Santiago mi
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The maids arrive a moment later, serving dinner. We’ve barely taken three bites before Dad speaks, his voice deceptively casual.“So, Stefano, does your family approve of your relationship with Andrea?” He glances at me before shifting his gaze back to Stefano.“Yes, they do. My mother was even sad to see her leave the last time she was in Sicily,” Stefano replies with a small smile.Dad’s eyes narrow. “Hmm, I thought I knew your family. But seeing that they accepted Andrea, I guess I don’t.”The hidden meaning in his words hangs heavy in the air. Stefano’s voice is carefully controlled as he asks, “What do you mean by that, Uncle Pedro?”Dad’s response is like a slap to the face. “Well... I mean, my daughter is beautiful, which explains how she seduced you and could be your mistress. But the girlfriend of the future, Don? That, I’m surprised she pulled off.”“Dad!” I exclaim shock and hurt coursing through me.“Pedro!” Mom gasps, her face mirroring my disbelief.Stefano releases a da
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After Mom leaves, I finish packing, my mind still reeling from the confrontation with my father. Just as I'm about to walk out, a soft knock interrupts my thoughts. "Come in," I call, and Sarah, our longtime maid, steps inside."Good day, Miss," she greets me with a warm smile that immediately puts me at ease. "Hello Sarah, what can I do for you?" "Mr. Santiago is downstairs, asking for your permission to enter the house." Confusion furrows my brow. "Why would he need my permission? It's his father's house, too." Sarah's expression turns sympathetic. "He knows that, Miss. But he wants to ensure you don't leave once he comes in, like you have every other time he's tried to talk to you."I sigh, remembering all the times Santiago has tried to talk to me, only for me to slip out before he can get more than a few words out."I can't guarantee I'll stay," I admit. Despite my talk with Stefano, I still haven't been able to bring myself to call Santiago and offer forgiveness. Every time
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We arrive back at the office after a few minutes of driving, the hum of the city a distant noise through the car windows. The sun is setting, casting a golden hue over the glass buildings and turning the streets into a labyrinth of shadows. I walk into my office, the familiar scent of polished wood and the faint aroma of coffee lingering in the air. I take my seat behind my mahogany desk, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders.I’m about to open a document and start reading when I feel the cold press of metal against my neck, the sudden chill sending a shiver down my spine.“Hello, krasivy,” Ivan’s voice rasps, his foul breath fanning across my skin, making my stomach churn.“Hello, Ivan,” I reply, my voice steady despite the fear knotting in my chest. I reach for my gun in the drawer but stop as he speaks again.“Do not even think about it,” he warns, taking my gun with a casual ease. “I have missed you like crazy these past few weeks. Did you miss me?”I turn to look at him,
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Three weeks have passed since Stefano's death, and the pain still feels as raw as the day I learned of his fate. Sometimes, I catch myself pretending he's just away on a long trip, that he'll walk through the door any moment with that crooked smile I loved so much. But reality always crashes back, leaving me breathless with grief.Today, I'm heading to the airport to fly back to Miami. Stefano's funeral was a week ago, a blur of black clothes and tear-stained faces. I cried so much that day I feared for our baby's well-being. But our little one is strong, just like their father. I'm determined to take care of myself and this precious life growing inside me. It's what Stefano would have wanted.As I descend the stairs, my hand trailing along the smooth banister, Aurora's voice breaks through my reverie. "Are you ready to go?""Yes, I am," I reply, reaching the last step. The maid follows behind with my final bag, a bittersweet reminder that I'm leaving this place that holds so many mem
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Later that night, Thomas arrives at my room with a bulletproof vest in hand. My heart races as I realize what this means—I'm going with them. Aurora joins us, her presence a comforting reassurance that she'll be by my side, keeping me safe in the car.As we arrive at the location where we suspect Stefano might be held, an eerie silence hangs in the air. Aurora and I wait in the car, our hands clasped together, as Thomas leads a group of men into the abandoned building. The minutes drag on, each second an eternity of uncertainty.Suddenly, Thomas emerges from the building, his face contorted with rage. He kicks the car tires, a guttural scream of agony tearing from his throat."What's wrong?" I ask, my voice trembling as I step out of the car."Nothing," he replies, his eyes avoiding mine.Aurora comes to stand beside me, her presence a steadying force. "Did you find Stefano?""No, we didn't," Thomas admits, anger seething beneath his words."What did you find inside that has you so wo
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It's been a few days since I witnessed that horrifying video of Ivan torturing the love of my life. The images haunt me, seared into my mind like a cruel brand. I try to stay strong for the tiny life growing inside me, but it's a constant battle. Every time the memories resurface, tears flow unbidden, and my thoughts spiral into the dark abyss of what horrors Stefano might be enduring at Ivan's merciless hands.In a desperate attempt to find him, I tried calling the number Ivan used to contact me that fateful day. But it was a futile effort - the calls never connected. He must have used a burner phone, discarding it the moment our conversation ended. The video itself arrived on a phone Ivan mailed to me, a calculated move to avoid leaving a digital trail. As much as I loathe him, I can't deny his cunning. Had he sent it via email or social media, tracing the device back to him would have been far easier.The Costanzo family has been relentless in their search for Stefano, mobilizing e
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The sun hangs high in the Sicilian sky as I sit in the Costanzo estate's opulent living room, my packed bags waiting for Stefano. The baby and I are doing fine, but today, I'm leaving Sicily. Stefano plans to send me to Singapore until it's safe for the baby and me to return to Sicily or Miami. Nobody knows where I am going except Stefano and me. We all felt it would be safer that way; even my mom doesn't know.Aurora's entrance breaks my reverie. "I'm going to miss you," she says, her voice thick with emotion."Me too," I reply, fighting back the lump in my throat."Hopefully, Stefano will deal with Vladimir soon, so it will be safe for you to be around us again," Aurora adds, her eyes reflecting a mix of hope and worry.I nod, glancing at my wristwatch for the second time in twenty minutes. Anxiety gnaws at my insides. "Did Stefano tell you anything to pass on to me?" I ask, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.Aurora's brow furrows. "No, was he supposed to?""Not really,
