Chapter 66
Two days later.
Elara POV
mny focus
I sat on the couch, lazily scooping another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. The TV played some overdramatic romance drama, but was nowhere on the screen. Three tubs of ice cream sat in front of me, one already finished, the second half–empty, and the third dangerously close to following the same fate.
Next to me. Bell was fully invested in the show, her expressions changing with every scene. Her voice rose with outrage
“Shit, how can this girl be so blind?!” with fury
she fumed, pointing at the screen. “She forgave this bastard after everything he did to her?” Her eyes blazed
1 blinked at the screen, barely registering what was happening. Some woman was crying dramatically while the male lead stood in the background, looking tortured and broody.
Bell wasn’t done.
This bloody bastard tortured her, thinking she was his enemy’s daughter, locked her up, hurt her, broke her.” Bell practically growled. “And now that he knows the truth, he’s just behaving indifferent?” She scoffed. “If I were her, I’d kill the bastard, slowly.” Her grip tightened around the remote as if she was ready to throw it at the screen.
I barely reacted, my mind elsewhere.
It had been two days.
Two days since Dante walked out furiously,
45 hours. 26 m
minutes.
Not that I was counting.
had seen his mother speaking to him on the phone. I had heard his voice from a distance. But not once, not once, had he called or messaged me
Nothing-
Bell reached for one of my ice cream tubs, but the moment she saw it was empty, her eyes widened in betrayal.
She gasped, turning to me with horror. “How could you?”
Before I could react, she snatched the half–empty tub from my hands, holding it protectively.
Then her sharp gaze narrowed in on my face.
Her expression shifted. She studied me for a second, then smirked. “Why do you have that expression on your face?” she taunted. “As if everything was just snatched away from you!”
Lacoffed, snatching my spoon back and stabbing it into the empty ice cream tub. “Don’t be dramatic.”
Bell’s smirk only widened. “Oh, I’m dramatic?” She gestured at me, at everything, the three empty ice cream tubs, my curled–up position on the couch, and, most importantly, the oversized hoodie I was drowning in
Nero’s hoodie
because Dante didn’t own any. His entire wardrobe was a collection of impeccably pressed shirts, tailored suits, and expensive cashmere sweaters. Not a single damn hoodie in sight.
So Lutole this one from my brother–in–law’s cupboard and I asked mother before taking in
hells eyes gleamed with pure amusement as she took in the sight of me “Elara, you look like a widow in mourning”
1 shot her a glare, but she only grimmed wider, completely unbothered.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she teased, stretching out on the couch beside me. “You’re sulking It’s pathetic and yet so entertaining” She patted my leg. “I say we embrace it. Want me to bring out a boule of wine? We can cry over your mussing husband together.
I groaned, shoving a pillow over her face.
1147 AM
Chapter 66
Bell cackled. “Ohhh, this is amazing. I never thought I’d see the day Dante Romano had you acting like a lovesick teenager. Where the hell my blood–hungry tigress queen went.”
I rolled my eyes.
“What the actually fuck happened?”
“Mind your language, Bell, Mother Isabella scolded Elara, who quickly covered her mouth. “So what happened? She asked in a low voice
Bell’s eyes widened as she processed everything | had just told her. Then, suddenly, a slow, mischievous gein spread across her lips.
“So you were behind the fire,” she said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Klara, you are the fire. And he’s ice. What a perfect match”
I rolled my eyes, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, but Bell wasn’t done.
She clapped her hands together, laughing. “And Dante told everyone it was a short circuit! PIL” She shook her head. “Not believable at all. My father runs an empire his security is so tight even a mouse can’t get in moticed, and yet we’re supposed to believe a ‘short circuit happened in our house and in Brother Dante’s room? Yeah, right.”
Bell smirked, looking back at me. “So let me get this straight you set the dress on fire, yelled at him, and then he stormed out like a furious, brooding mata king?”
we her a blank stare.
She burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Oh, well, he is a mafia king, but, dame I love this. I absolutely love this.”
We were in the middle of our conversation when the main door of our house swung open.
A group of men in uniform walked in, carrying massive boxes, their movements swift and professional. One of them stepped forward, adjusting the clipboard in his hands.
“We are from XXX Company.” he announced formally. “Here, on the order of Mr. Dante Romano, to prepare his wife’s walk–in closet,”
I blinked. Bell blinked.
Then, as if synchronized, we both turned to look at each other, our eyes wide in sheer disbelief. Bell let out a low whistle. The house butler confirmed the identity and let them in.
Bell let out a low whistle before turning to me with wide, ammised eyes.
What magic did you do to my brother, Sis Elara?” she teased, leaning in like I was hiding some big secret.
1, on the other hand, was still too stunned to process what was happening
He ordered what now?
Trumed back to the workers, who were already moving efficiently, unpacking the boxes, bringing in luxurious racks, drawers, and shelves like they were setting up some high–end boutique.”
“What the hell.” I muttered under my breath.
Bell nudged me, her smirk growing “Guess he felt bad for glosting you and is now compensating with a whole damn closet. She crossed her arms. “Damn, sis. I throw one remote at any boyfriend, and he threatens to ship me to Russia. But you? You burn my brother’s room, and he builds you a Tucking closer?”
I shot her a glare. “Shut up” But then my brain caught up with what she’d just said. My eyes widened. Wait a damn minute.
“You have a boyfriend?” I blurted out.
Bell’s mirk instantly dropped. “Dops” before I could even process it, she covered her mouth and bolted.
“Hey! Bell, wait” i scrambled up from the couch, ready to chase after her, but then. My phone vibrated on the table. I hesitated before picking it up, my brart stalling for a second as I read the message.
“00 pm. My office”
My breath cauglu.
