All Chapters of Shattered Attraction: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The quiet in the car felt like it was suffocating — the kind of silence that pressed on Gabriella’s chest so that just breathing was a chore. Only the gentle radiating engine of the car and the beating of her heart could be heard.She was too scared to talk anymore, and had long since ceased her attempts at reasoning with Dante when she could see that his cold, stony expression wouldn’t budge. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw set in that hard, unforgiving line she knew all too well. And she knew there would be no mercy for her this night. She sank back against the far end of the seat, her body glued to the door, as if that distance would shield her from his fury. It was a familiar position — one that reminded her of the first day Matteo had torn her from her father’s arms. That same impotent terror ran through her veins now, cold and paralyzing. The muffled cries from the trunk broke the silence, sending fresh shivers through her. Elio. Her mind

GabriellaI hesitated but I realized that I had chosen my own fate.From across the room, Elio’s eyes shone with profound fear. He was seated in the leather armchair, bound with rope, blood running from a gash on his forehead. Every rapid breath made his body convulse, and his mouth opened, as if he were reaching for me.Dante towered above me, a tempest in the still atmosphere. The warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck caused chills to run down my spine, accompanied by a potent aroma of whiskey that lingered afterwards. I clenched my fists at my sides, digging my nails into my palms while I tried to hide my sense of panic. “You didn’t think you could con me, did you, darling?" His tone was low, a menacing whisper. I flinched but was silent. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, each thump reverberating in my mind.He advanced gradually—intentionally—letting his fingers glide along the strap of my red dress. I shut my eyes tightly, nausea building in my throat. The space seeme

Dante.Everything went still the moment she collapsed. The clang of chains hitting the metal pole resonated into stillness, a stark and conclusive tone that lingered in the atmosphere. Even her screams appeared to be overshadowed by the darkness, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire universe had stopped.The silence was unbearable. Maybe—just maybe—I shouldn’t have killed the poor bastard. But the thrill was there, undeniable and electric, pumping through my veins the way it had earlier. That sharp rush, that surge of power, was like a drug.But it was the anger that stayed. It simmered in my blood as I uncuffed her wrists, the marks on her skin standing out like bruised flowers. I cradled her like a child, her body limp and fragile against me. And then I stood over her, towering and silent, just watching her sleep. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, fear and blood. He had died for her—Elio—and she didn’t even know it.In the mafia, women don’t betray their husba

Matteo."Now get out. And pray you haven’t ruined everything." The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, fists clenched at my sides, as the walls seemed to close in — the weight of my own frustration pressing against me. Sofia. Reckless, impulsive, foolish Sofia. I’d known from the start she’d be a liability, but I needed her. At least for now. But if she kept pushing like this… well, even my patience had its limits. And Sofia was standing right on the edge of them. I began pacing, each step tapping out my irritation on the hardwood floor. Everything had been going according to plan — perfectly, even — until she decided to take matters into her own hands. I should have seen it coming. She was ambitious, but ambition without control was dangerous. And right now, the last thing I needed was danger from my own allies. I sank onto the couch — still warm from where she’d been sitting — and let out a slow breath,

The door clicked shut, and the sound made Gabriella freeze. She stood still, listening closely as the lock turned with a harsh, scraping noise. That sound told her one thing — she was trapped. Outside the room, she heard Dante’s voice, calm but firm. There was no kindness in his tone, only authority."No one goes in or out until I say so. Not even for food."His words hit her like a blow. Through the thin wooden door, she heard the quiet movement of the guards standing outside. They didn’t question him. They simply obeyed.She remained in place, listening intently until she caught the sound of Dante’s footsteps ascending the stairs to the more affluent, upper levels of the house. The stillness that ensued felt denser than the atmosphere surrounding her.Only then did she realize she had been holding her breath.Gabriella eventually scanned the space where she had been confined. It was tiny and barren, lacking anything comforting or inviting. The walls were empty, and the sole piece of