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Gabriella's Pov I stared at the private jet in front of me, my eyes widening in disbelief. No way, Alessio owned this. The jet was huge, painted sleek with the letter “A” engraved by the side. My heart raced with excitement. I had never been on a private jet before. The idea of flying in something this grand made me feel so happy. I turned to Alessio, hoping to see if he was as excited as I was, but he was busy typing into his phone. He stood a few steps away, dressed in a black suit as always, speaking in a low voice that I couldn’t quite hear. His face was serious, focused, as if nothing in the world could distract him. “This… is yours?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Alessio barely spared me a glance as he spoke into his phone. “Board the plane. We don’t have all day.” I let out a scoff. He could at least pretend to be as amazed as I was. But of course, he wasn’t. This was probably normal for him, private jets, luxury hotels, expensive cars. Meanwhile, I was still

Gabriella's Pov The evening air was cool against my skin as I strolled through the quiet streets, my feet silently making soft noises as I walked. I didn't inform anyone I was heading out, I needed fresh air, something to clear my mind. The city lights flickered like stars, and for the first time in a while, I felt….free. I couldn't help but think that Alessio and I could have had a honeymoon even though our marriage was fake, I still wanted to experience what it felt like. I looked around, enjoying the scenario before me. But no matter how much I tried to enjoy the moment, my thoughts drifted back to Alessio. I bit my lip, sighing. Not that he cared. Not that I should care. But deep down, I did. The thought made my chest tighten. It wasn’t like I hadn’t dreamed about it. Of course, I had. I had imagined the beaches, the sunsets, the feeling of being wanted. But instead, here I was, alone, wandering the streets while my husband if I could even call him that, was probably busy w

Gabriella’s Pov I woke up with a pounding headache, my eyes turning like someone that had uncountable drinks. News flash that was me, my head throbbed so bad. My mouth was dry, and my body felt heavy. Ugh. What the hell happened last night? Then it all came rushing back, Alessio, his cold attitude, the way he dismissed me like I was nothing. Anger bubbled inside me as I pushed the blanket off. That man had a way of getting under my skin like no one else. I looked around the room, expecting to see him, but it was empty. Of course, it was empty, as it always is. Pushing back the thick duvet, I forced myself to sit up, groaning at the slight dizziness that accompanied my movements. My throat was parched, and as I looked around the room, I realized something, it didn't feel like he slept here last night. My eyes instantly landed on the table by the keft, that’s when I noticed it, a small pill bottle, a glass of water, and a note placed neatly on the coffee table. Curious, I pic

Alessio’s PovI stepped onto the balcony, gripping my phone tightly as I answered. “Yeah, talk.”Vincenzo’s voice came through, shaky and uneven. “Boss… there’s a problem. I found out who’s behind the shipment.” He hesitated for a second. “It was the Russians.”My entire body tensed. The Russians. Of course, it was them. Filthy, backstabbing bastards. My fingers curled into a fist around the phone, my knuckles turning white. I could feel my pulse hammering against my ears. “What else?” My voice was low, controlled, but deadly.Vincenzo sucked in a breath. “Don… you need to get out of there. Now.”Something in his tone sent a chill down my spine. My instincts sharpened, my grip tightening on the balcony railing. “What do you mean?” I demanded, my voice coming out sharper than intended. “The place has been raided…..”Before I could reply, gunshots rang out. “Shit,” I muttered to myself. My breath hitched as adrenaline surged through me. My mind raced through a thousand possibilities

Gabriella's Pov I woke up feeling light, like I was floating. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Alessio’s face, his features looking soft as the dim light of the plane cabin reflected on him. His arms were wrapped securely around me, holding me close to his chest as he carried me effortlessly.“Finally awake,” he murmured, his voice deep yet soft but there was something else beneath it, relief? Concern?I blinked, trying to shake the drowsiness from my mind. “What… happened?” My voice came out hoarse, and my throat felt dry. I struggled to recall the last moments before I drifted it to sleep. “We landed,” he said simply. “You were exhausted, so I let you rest.”I swallowed hard and slowly became aware of the hum of the plane’s engines winding down. The scent of Alessio’s cologne wrapped around me, it was woodsy, rich, and something undeniably him. I should have pulled away, but his warmth was comforting, and my body refused to fight against the ease of his grip