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25. ROSES & THORNS
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2026-06-08 14:06:22
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HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 43. A VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY
CHAPTER FORTY-THREEDANTE’S POVA VILLAIN ORIGIN STORYThe older woman paces across my office like a storm wrapped in couture, every movement radiating fury. Even angry, Barbara Washington looks immaculate, dressed head-to-toe in limited-edition Maison Valentino, pearls gleaming at her throat while rage darkens her elegant features. She looks nothing like the woman the world sees on red carpets beside her husband or hosting charity galas with a fabricated smile. That version of Barbara is carefully manufactured, polished so hard until it’s so flawless nobody stops to question what exactly the Washington family keeps hidden behind their billions. This version of her though? This is the real Barbara Washington. So full of pent-up anger and years of abhorring the man she is married to.“Are you fucking insane?” she hisses, finally turning toward me. “Everything I work for-everything we work for-and you are willing to risk it because what? You fall in love with Gina?”The accusation hits
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 42. ANOTHER WAY OUT
CHAPTER FORTY- TWOANOTHER WAY OUTI cannot let him win. By the time I head downstairs, the house has fallen quiet again. Rita and the rest of the staff keep out of sight whenever Mark and I fight now, as though the tension itself has become something physical lingering in the air. It’s like they can sense it whenever it’s all about to go down. The place that used to be a haven of peace, now is where the storm brews and I doubt Mark gives a shit anymore of how he looks. Afterall, they are all on his payroll. I eventually find Dante outside near the pool lounge area, stretched casually against one of the cushioned chairs with a half-empty beer in one hand and a copy of Crime and Punishment resting open across his lap. The late afternoon sunlight catches against his dark hair and sharp features, making him look unfairly beautiful in a way that instantly irritates me. Who knew he is a fan of Fyodor Dostoevsky. The moment he notices me approaching, he sighs heavily and shuts the book cl
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 41. DIVORCE & ADDICTION
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE DIVORCE & ADDICTION I have no idea how long I sit there staring at the bouquet that sits pleasantly on the table. The roses look almost unreal beneath the afternoon sunlight, their deep crimson petals rich against the black wrapping paper, beautiful in a way that feels excessive and unsettling all at once. Whoever sent them clearly wanted to make an impression.Mission accomplished. Eventually, I force myself to look away. Because the more I think about it, the stranger this entire situation becomes. Who the hell is this anonymous person? And more importantly, why do they care about me? What do they want from me? I am not some celebrity actress or socialite princess worthy of such obsessive grand gestures. Strip away the Washington name and I’m simply Gina, a surgeon who happened to marry a billionaire asshole young enough to mistake love for permanence. That is all there is to me. So why does it feel like someone is quietly inserting themselves into my life piece
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 40. A SUSPICIOUS BOUQUET
CHAPTER FORTYA SUSPICIOUS BOUQUETThere is nothing crueler than love once it turns poisonous. It sinks its claws into your chest and stays there long after the person responsible has already destroyed everything good inside you. Mark has been the only man I have ever loved, the center of my universe since I was seven years old, and somehow he still managed to ruin my trust so thoroughly that I honestly do not know if I will ever fully recover from it.And yet, despite all of that pain, despite swearing to myself that I would never allow another man close enough to wreck me again, there is someone else slowly slipping through the cracks of my defenses.Dante fucking Ricci.The more I try to avoid him, the more I try to keep him away from me, the more impossible he becomes to ignore. Every stolen, lingering glance I catch him throwing at me, feels like the beginning of this dangerous feeling festering inside me. Every accidental brush of his hand against mine lingers too long. Every
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 39. PARANOID AND JEALOUS
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTPARANOID & JEALOUSSometimes I think the universe finally decided to throw me a bone after months of watching my life collapse in the most humiliating way possible. Because watching my husband slowly lose his mind over the mystery surrounding the pendant has been nothing short of entertaining. The past two weeks have been… fascinating. Every single evening, Mark comes home in a worse mood than the day before, his temper hanging by a thread so thin that even the staff have started walking around him carefully, like one wrong word might trigger an explosion. Half the time, I overhear him raging in his office late at night, barking into his phone at private investigators, security teams, and whoever else he has hired to figure out the identity of the anonymous buyer.So far, they have found nothing and it is driving him insane. The best part is that he refuses to ask me directly and I know exactly why. He is afraid of the answer. Because if someone can casually spen
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 38. CLEOPATRA
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTCLEOPATRAThere has never been a truer statement than hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. As I sit back in my chair, a glass of champagne resting between my fingers, I cannot stop the satisfaction slowly unfurling inside my chest as I watch the bidding war escalate into complete madness. In my entire time dating and getting married to Mark Washington, I have interacted with enough of his caliber to know that they always have a certain ego whenever they are around each other. It’s like they become silent competitors, intent on making their money and status in the society speak for themselves.The object causing all this chaos is the ancient scarab beetle pendant displayed beneath the spotlight at the center of the stage. It is undeniably beautiful, crafted from gold and adorned with emeralds that seem to glow beneath the ballroom lights. Earlier in the evening, several wealthy husbands had entered the bidding, eager to win the piece for their wives.Now, howeve
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 29. I WANT TO KISS YOU
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEI WANT TO KISS YOUI have no idea how many times I caught myself stealing glances at Dante throughout the night, or how many times something sharp and unfamiliar twisted inside me whenever another woman so much as attempted to flirt with him. None of it makes sense, and yet it k
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 26. A MORNING SUPRISE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXA MORNING SUPRISEI do not remember falling asleep, which is not entirely surprising considering how exhausted my body must have been after everything, but when I wake up, it is barely morning and the house is still wrapped in that quiet, early silence that makes everything feel
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 24. NOT NORMAL
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURNOT NORMAL“So I was not wrong for thinking that was weird, right?” I ask as the three of us stumble out of the dive bar, laughter still clinging to us as much as the faint buzz of alcohol running through our systems. The cool night air hits my face, calming me slightly, though
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 1. HAPPY THIRD ANNIVERSARY
PROLOGUEI was seven years old, fully decked out in metal braces that glinted in the sunlight much to my chagrin and those wide-rimmed glasses that made my face look rounder than it already was, when the Washingtons moved across the street into the fanciest townhouse in Everwood Cove. The movers ha
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