All Chapters of The Don's Forbidden Muse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My heart is beating so fast as I get into the car with Luca. He starts the car, and Alessandro and Mia are just staring at us as we drive off. I don’t know why I thought having that outburst was a good idea. I already regret not holding back my anger. I should have just kept my mouth shut and left. But no, I had to be stupid enough to think I could yell at someone who could kill me without batting an eye. I should have just thought about the fact that I haven’t gotten Bella yet, but I let my temper win. I could tell I pissed him off; he was trying so hard to act nonchalant, but I could see it. And now I am terrified of what he might do to me.What if he kills me?He said no one leaves, and I just looked him in the eye and threatened to reveal everything to the feds. He is going to kill me. Hell, he’s probably sent Luca a text to finish me off.“He is going to kill me!” I blurt out, my voice trembling. Luca turns to look at me, compl

What the hell is she doing here?She is just as gorgeous as I remember her, with her hair in bouncy curls and dressed in a red floral summer dress that matches her complexion perfectly, making her look like an angel. Her eyes land on me and she smiles. I don’t know why I sigh at that smile, but I do.I think, in a scared part of my mind, I fear she might know about her husband’s proposal to make me his mistress and all the encounters I’ve had with him. When I was lost outside her place that day, she thought I was just some lost stranger. But right now, I don’t know who she thinks I am or what her husband might have told her about me. My heart is beating so fast, and I can feel the heat rising.“Renée, it’s so nice to see you,” she says as she walks over and stretches out her hand for a handshake. I hesitantly take it, hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am by the way my hand is shaking.I clear my thr

I watch as Alessandro steps out of the car and swallow hard. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. For the first time since I’ve met him, I see tattoos peeking out from both his upper arms. As he approaches, my heart starts to race uncontrollably. He always makes my heart beat faster, mostly because he scares me, but today, it’s different. As much as I’m scared, it’s not just fear making my heart race—I find him undeniably attractive. It’s probably the rolled sleeves or the visible tattoos, but something about him today is captivating. He steps so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His cologne, musky and intoxicating, fills the air around me, making my head spin.His gaze locks onto mine, and as much as I want to, I can’t look away. I should be terrified, especially given the outburst and threats I directed at him the last time I saw him. But strangely, I

My mind is racing with a million thoughts as I press the cotton ball gently against Raul’s nose. I can feel his eyes on me, and I wonder if he, too, is trying to find some resemblance between me and my father like I did. My mom always said I had my father’s eyes, and it just so happens that Raul and I share the same eye color. It's a good thing my nursing training always has me equipped with everything I need for first aid. I try to keep my hands steady, as the familiarity of this action gives me a strange sense of calm, even though my mind is swirling with confusion and disbelief. I am still struggling to look at him because the idea that he could be my half-brother is too much to process right now.We ordered an Uber back to the coffee shop where I had left my car when Alessandro took me.Could this be the reason why my father never came back? Because he had another family that he was taking care of? Sure, he kept in communication throughout my growing up

“Is everything okay?” Raul mutters beside me. I clear my throat and nod, seeing the look of concern etched on his face. I know this is something I don’t want him to hear, so I mouth ‘excuse me’ and step out of the car. Panic rises inside me, and the night air feels even colder.“What’s going on, Dell? Where are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. I can hear his struggling breaths on the call.“I can’t tell you everything right now, but I need your help,” he coughs again. “I… I was shot,” he says in a weak and pained voice, and I freeze as my heart races.“What? Dell, I’m calling the cops and the emergency number—”“No! Don’t do that,” he cuts me off, coughing violently. I can tell he is in pain. I am confused as to why he wouldn’t want me to call the cops. He should have called them himself by now. If he was shot an