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SYLVIA'S POV "So that's a rose," Isabel started, waving the tiny pink box in front of my face. "It has instructions, and you can watch tutorials on YouTube." She winked like this was the most normal conversation in the world.I swallowed hard, my face heating up as she reached for two more boxes and held them up with a smirk."Black or white dildo?"My mouth went dry. I could not believe this was happening.I glanced from one to the other, my hands itching to snatch them away and throw them into the abyss where no one would ever see them again."I’ll go with the white one," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "Mario’s white."As soon as the words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself. Did I really just say that?Isabel let out a sharp bark of laughter."Oh my God Sylvia! You did not just say that."I refused to meet her eyes as I grabbed the box and shoved it into my jacket like I was committing a crime."The staff will think you're stealing if you hold it like that," she nudged m
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SYLVIA'S POVThe moment I felt the cold nuzzle press against the back of my head, I knew I was going to die.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the bullet, for the sharp, splitting pain that would drag me under. But it never came.Instead, there was a rush of movement, a force knocking the gun away, followed by the sound of bodies crashing to the ground."Run! Run and don’t fucking look back!"That was all I needed. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I scrambled upright, bolting through the door so fast I nearly smacked my head against the frame. Outside, chaos reigned—people screaming, scattering, the air thick with panic from the first gunshot that had taken Mario down.I ran.Ran like my life depended on it.Tripping, staggering, barely registering the pain as I pushed forward, lungs burning, legs screaming. I burst onto the road, waving frantically for a car to stop. None did.And then I made the mistake of looking back.He was coming.A strangled breath left my throat
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SYLVIA'S POVI woke up feeling giddy. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it.Stretching lazily, I reached for my phone and checked the time, and it was past 7 a.m. I had to get up. But my eyes flickered to my last conversation with Mario, and heat crept up my neck."Better not be late to work tomorrow. I might punish you."I bit my lip, shaking my head. He was dangerous. The kind of man who could mess with my head and body without even touching me.Forcing myself out of bed, I took a quick cold shower to clear my mind. My fingers hesitated on my skin, remembering last night and how I'd almost used the sex toys, but I pushed the thought away.I dried off and walked into my closet, already knowing what I was going to wear. Isabel had picked it out last night before leaving; a black satin blouse with a deep V that hinted at cleavage and a pencil skirt that hugged every curve. It was sleek, professional, but sexy, exactly what Isabel had intended."If you’re going to be the wife and P
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Mario's POVI sat in my office, the screen of my laptop lit up. Sylvia’s image flickered in front of me, moving through her new apartment, completely unaware that I was watching. I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised I would only check if it was necessary. But here I was, breaking my own rules.I should close it. I should stop. But I didn’t.She moved with ease, her body relaxed, her lips curved into a smile as she spoke to Isabel. They laughed, the sound lost to me, but I could see it in the way her shoulders shook. Then she grabbed Isabel’s hand and led her to the bedroom, the one room without a camera. My jaw clenched.The screen now showed nothing but the empty living room, but my mind filled in the blanks. What were they doing? Talking? Changing? My hands curled into fists on my desk. I shouldn’t care this much. I shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.Minutes passed, and then she reappeared. Laughing. Her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly messy. Something in my chest ti
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SYLVIA'S POVThe smell of bacon was what pulled me from sleep, my nose twitching as the scent curled into my dreams and dragged me back to reality. I groaned, rolling onto my side, but before I could bury my face into the pillow, a quiet "Careful," reached my ears, followed by a warm hand tapping my arm gently.My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and the first thing I saw was Mario’s face above mine, looking down at me with a smile that was way too bright for this early in the morning. I frowned, lifting a weak hand to push at his chest."Why are you so damn bubbly this morning?" My voice came out rough with sleep, and I squinted up at him, trying to look annoyed.He chuckled, yanking the blanket away from me in response. "Because I made you breakfast."I scowled, sitting up as I reached for the blanket, but he only grinned, dodging my grab."And," he continued, puffing out his chest slightly, "it's not burnt. Took a lot of practice. And, well… throwing a lot of ruined one
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Sylvia’s POVI felt Mario stiffen behind me the minute I said the words I had held in for thirteen years. His breath hitched, his arm around me going tense, but he didn’t speak. He had promised to listen, and for once, I hoped he would keep that promise.I stared at the wall, my fingers clutching the blanket as the memories I had buried so deep began to surface.***I was ten."Mom," I whispered, standing at the kitchen doorway. My hands were trembling, the hem of my nightgown clenched between my fingers. "He... he touched me."She was cooking, the smell of fried onions and tomatoes filling the air. She didn’t turn around."Touched you?" she asked, her voice distracted, like I had told her I lost a toy, not my innocence.I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. "He came into my room last night. He—" My throat closed up, and I couldn't get the words out.She sighed, turning to face me, her expression unreadable. She looked at my tear-streaked face, the way my hands shook, and for a sec
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Mario’s POVRegret.It sat heavy in my chest, a gnawing feeling that refused to go away. Beneath it lurked guilt, anger, and jealousy, all the emotions I had been too much of a coward to face before. But watching Sylvia walk out that door, it hit me just how much of a mess I had made of her life.I forced her into this marriage. Dragged her into a world she never wanted to be part of. Let my brother try to get close to her. Cheated on her. Gave her divorce papers a night after she got assaulted by her brother like it meant nothing. And now this.I had been a certified asshole.And if I let her walk out of this house tonight, I might never get another chance to make things right.That thought jolted me into action. I rushed out of the room, through the living room, and into the cold night air. Sylvia was at the gate, struggling with the latch. Her hands were trembling. Her shoulders shook. The moment she heard me behind her, she stiffened and turned, her face set in a look that nearly
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Sylvia's POV When I woke up later that evening, my mouth was dry, my head pounding like a drum and that’s when I saw him.Jonas.He was sitting on the sofa, watching me, arms crossed. On the nightstand, a bottle of water and aspirin sat waiting.Without a word, I reached for them, swallowing the pills with a grimace. My head still felt like it was floating, but at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore."Hopefully, you remember calling me here," Jonas said dryly.I let out a weak chuckle. "Did you leave midway? I think I heard the gate open."He nodded, stretching his legs out. "Went out to get you food. Figured you’d wake up miserable." He gestured toward the bag at his feet.A small, grateful smile tugged at my lips. "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for it.We sat in silence as I ate, until Jonas spoke."I don’t know why you called me here," he started, "And honestly you're trouble, I’m starting to regret ever talking to you in that club."I glanced up at him, raising a brow, but he
