Chapter 33
A heavy weight settled in my chest.
What if the Ramanos got into trouble because of me!
I don’t want to be the reason they suffer. I don’t want to bring trouble to them.
Before I could process it further, the file was snatched away from my hand.
“Come, let’s have bunch.
Dante was standing beside me, his hand stretched out. His expression was blank, but his grip was firm as he pulled me toward the dining table
*Your injuries, are they because of my father?” 1 asked, my voice barely above a whisper, I stared at the talde instead of meeting his eyes.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he began arranging the plates. “Aren’t you hungry? Sit,” he ordered, guiding me into the chair,
The table was set beautifully. In from of me sat a plate of assorted bean curd, a dish of poached beef, and a bowl of fresh green vegetables. My stomach growled again at the delicious aroma, until my gaze landed on the one thing I absolutely despised.
Pea.
Dante smirked at the sound of my stomach rumbling “Come on, hurry up and eat.”
I wanted to. The food looked incredible. But guilt churned in my gut, stopping me from taking a single bite.
Dante’s voice suddenly turned sharp. “Don’t think too much, Give your pea–sized brain a break and finish h your food. Or do I need to punish your
I snapped my head up, eyes wide. “What punishment?” I glared at him, beat rushing to my face.
He leaned in slightly, smirking. “You don’t want to find out.
Shameless.
Ignoring him. I grabbed my chopsticks and went straight for the beef
Unlike most girls obsessed with low–calorie diets, 1 td always been a meat lover, I couldn’t imagine a meal without it. And to my surprise, Dante’s cooking was exceptional–on par like a high–end restaurant chels
Each bite melted in my mouth, bursting with flavor. The moment I tasted the rich, spicy broth, my earlier anxiety vanished. The only thing that mattered now was this bowl of beef
I shoved another big mouthful into my mouth, completely immersed in the food until Dante’s voice cut through the moment.
“You’re picky, huh?” He mised, his sharp eyes catching the untouched vegetables. “Finishy them”
I paused mid–laite, realizing there was a smudge of gravy at the corner of my lips. I quickly wiped it away, trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered.
Blushing, I reluctantly picked up a few pieces of pra, carrots and forced them down, swallowing quickly to get it over with
I frowned, watching him. “Won’t you eat!“:
Dante picked up his glass of water, taking a slow sip before answering. The not hungry. And I’m getting late.”
With that, he set the gland down, grabbed his coat, and rolled down his shirt sleeves. Which he must have rolled up while cooking. He must have looked hot while cooking. I shook my head.
WITH
Without another word, be mined and walked away. I stared after him, an odd pang settling in my chest. Why did it feel like something was missing?
Before 1 could make sense of it, le suddenly stopped, then turned back.
My breath hitched. Without warning, he grabbed my chin and pulled me into a kiss.
It was‘ gentle. It was deep, consuming, stealing every since of air from my lungs. My fingers gripped his shirt instinctively, drowning in the
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By the time he pulled away, I was breathless, my heart hammering inside my chest.
Dante smirked, brushing a softer kiss against my forehead. “My cooking, mixed with your saliva, tasted even better.” His voice dropped, “Wait for me. Tonigla, I’ll take my time tasting it properly”
And just like that, he walked away, leaving me speechless.
What the hell is wrong with my husband!
I immediately grabbed a glass of water, gulping
Iping it downs in despe body
in desperate attempts to cool myself. But it did little to ease the heat spreading through my
Damn it
I guess the effort of that cursed drug still hadn’t worn off. Suddenly A flashback of me desperately sucking on his neck in the helicopter, completely lost in the heat of the moment,
Oh God.
How could I do that?
Horrified, I slapped myself, hoping to knock some sense back into my brain. Just then, I heard the sharp dick of heels against the marble floor.
“Sister Elara, how are you feeling?” Bell, Dante’s sister, walked in alongside my mother–in–law, I straighten up a little. I’m fine, Bell. Hello, Mother,” I greeted them politely.
concern as she stepped
Before I could answer, Isabella’s gaze narrowed as she took a closer look at me. “You look flushed. Her brows furrowed in concern as forward placing a cool hand against my forehead. “Do you have a fever? You are not recovered yet. You should rest”
Should i just die of embarrassment?
I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I’m fine! My voice came out a little too high–pitched.
Isabella then sat in front of me, her sharp eyes filled with concern. Her hand
“We are very sorry, sweetheart.” Her voice was softer “You had to go through so much already, and just after your marriage. You must have been scared. That fucker will surely pay. Dante won’t leave him alive.”
I could feel the anger rolling off of her. Isabella was no ordinary woman, she was the mafia queen, ruthless. But right now? She wasn’t just the feared matriarch of the Romano family.
She felt like my mother.
A mother who was ready to burn the world down for the pain inflicted upon her daughter. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes.
“Anyway, I brought a few staff members and chefs who will take care of the house and stuff here. She said.
I shook my head and was about to deny her, but Hell threw herself beside me, her bright, quischievous eyes sparkling with excitement.
She smirked at me, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “Sister Elara, you were so cool at your wedding!” she gushed, practically vibrating with excitement. “You becaine my favorite when you sliced that bitch’s throat!”
My lips parted, taken aback by her words.
She clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming. “You know I hated Lena, right? She used to roam around acting like she was his wife, and Dante, her brother_used to entertain thatt *
What did she just say?
Bell grinned, leaning closer, her voice dropping dramatically. “You showed her, her place.”
threw her hands in the air. “It was so amazing! The way you just” she mimicked a slicing motion across her throat, making an exaggerated choking sound.
My mother–in–law let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples.” Hell” Her voice was sharp, a warning.
“What mother ?” she huffed. “I’m just saying the trudit Sister Elara was badası”
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She leaned forward, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watched Elara’s expression shift. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“You know, Sister Elara, brother has an Eloit club where he frequently visits for business and to meet Lena and other women.
Elara’s fingers tightened around the edge of her chair. I mean, he never claimed her officially, or brought her home but he went to her every now and then.” Bella continued, tilting her head. “She’d walk around in his shirts, sit in his lap at parties, even sleep in his bed when he was in town”
Flara’s breath hitched
“Don’t get me wrong, sister” she went on. Brother never said he loved her, but he never told her to leave either. She was his favorite, the only woman who stayed longer than a week.”
Elara’s face paled. Bingo
of has shirts.
Bella propped her chin on her palm. “I remember once, Lena walked in while Dante was on a business call, wearing nothing but one of She sat on his lap. wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his jaw while he kept talking like it was nothing”
But Bella grinned, loving every second of it.
A sharp breath left Elara, and Bell watched as something dark and possessive flickered in her sister–in–law’s eyes,
Elara’s voice was soft, but it carried an edge. “Is that so!”
Bell sat back grinning. “Of course, now he acts like a damn guard dog with you. But back then? Oh, Lena had him wrapped around her little finger.” Elara didn’t respond, but Bell could tell the damage was done. She had planted the seed.
Bell, hope you take me to your brother’s club, dear? The little devil, grinned like she had been given the best entertainment of her life. “Ohhh, sister–in–law, you really wanna go?”
Elara tilted her head and innocently looked at her “Yes,” she said her voice soft, too soft. “I’d love to meet his girls.”
Bell burst into laughter, clapping her hands.
“I like you so much, Elara!” she smirked, “Oh brother, you are so screwed.” Bell thought.
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