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THE NAME THEY FEARED
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2026-06-25 13:23:49
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His Arranged Protection WHO?
LENA I avoided Niccolò all day, like he carried the plague. The entire day passed in very painful silence. Every time I heard his voice or footsteps approaching, I changed my direction. If he entered the dining room, I left with my plate untouched. If I saw him in the hallway, I turned and disappeared into the nearest room. The kiss kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to forget it. The roughness. The anger. The way I had kissed him back like I was starving for it. My lips still felt sensitive hours later. Every time I touched them without thinking, shame and heat rushed through me. I hated myself for wanting it. I hated him even more for making me feel this way. Niccolò was doing the same thing, he was avoiding me. But the tension between us was so thick it felt like the whole mansion could choke on it. The maids kept glancing at us strangely. Even Matteo looked uncomfortable when he had to speak to both of us in the same space. By evening, I was exhausted fr
His Arranged Protection MID-POINT II
~~NICCOLÒ~~The door slammed shut behind Lena and the sound stayed in my head long after she disappeared.For several minutes, I didn’t move.I just stood there beside the desk breathing heavily, staring at the same door she had run through like I still expected her to come back.My lips still felt warm, so did my hands. I could still taste her.Fuck.I dragged a hand down my face slowly and exhaled hard, trying to force my thoughts back under control, but it was useless. The kiss kept replaying in my head over and over again.The way she looked at me right before I kissed her. The sound she made against my mouth. The way her fingers tightened in my shirt instead of pushing me away immediately.And worst of all? She kissed me back, she wasn’t hesitant or nervous. She kissed me like she wanted me just as badly.That realization did fucked up things to my head.I turned away from the door sh
His Arranged Protection MID-POINT
~~LENA~~ I couldn’t take it anymore, it was eating me up. The next morning I went looking for him with fire in my chest, I had barely gotten any sleep and was running purely on coffee. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the red emergency lights, his damp skin, the hearing aid, and all those photographs of my life that he had kept hidden. The attraction growing between us only made everything worse. I hated how my body remembered the way he froze when I touched him. I hated how badly I wanted answers and him at the same time. I found Niccolò in his office. He was standing by the window, staring out at the garden like he hadn’t slept either. The moment I walked in and closed the door behind me, he turned around. “We need to talk,” I said boldly. “And this time you’re not walking away.” He watched me carefully but stayed calm. “Lena—” “No. I’m done with the half-
His Arranged Protection THIS DAY
LENA A storm started out of nowhere. Rain fell against the windows like it wanted to break in and thunder rolled so loudly that it made the walls. I was walking through one of the long hallways when everything went black. The lights died instantly and a mechanical clicking sound followed, all the doors locked down as the security system switched to emergency mode. “Shit,” I whispered. Dim red emergency lights shone on along the floor and ceiling. They cast everything in a bloody glow that made everywhere creepy. The mansion suddenly felt like a completely different place. It was cold and unsafe, I felt like I was trapped. I tried to keep walking but the next set of doors wouldn’t open. The system had locked sections of the house and I was trapped in this hallway, all alone. My
His Arranged Protection A FATHER’S WARNING
~~NICCOLÒ~~ By the time dinner finally ended, I had developed a headache. It wasn't because of the noise. Santoro family dinners had always been loud. With enough relatives gathered under one roof, silence was simply impossible. No, tonight's headache had a name. Lena. I stood near one of the windows overlooking the gardens, with a glass of whiskey in my hand as I replayed the disaster she had created at the dinner table. Out of every subject available for discussion, she had chosen Isabella Voss. Isabella. Even now, I couldn't understand what had possessed her. I had known Lena was curious. Curiosity practically defined her existence. Ever since she had discovered that photograph, I had been waiting for the inevitable questions. It had only been a matter of time. What I didn’t expect was for her to casually mention Isabella's name in front of the entire family as though she were asking about a distant relative. The woman had no survival instincts. Absolutely none
His Arranged Protection WHAT EVERYONE AVOIDED
~~LENA~~The silence was not what I had expected. Actually, that wasn't entirely true.I had expected silence from Niccolò. Perhaps even from his father. I had anticipated a few uncomfortable glances, some awkward shifting in seats, or maybe someone attempting to steer the conversation in another direction.What I had not expected was for the entire table to fall completely silent. The reaction was immediate. And deeply unsettling.Forks stopped halfway to mouths. Conversations ended abruptly. Even the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain disappeared. It felt as though I had accidentally spoken a forbidden word.For several long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke nor even seemed willing to breathe too loudly. I suddenly became painfully aware that I was still smiling.The smile vanished immediately.Oh God.What had I just done? My gaze moved around the table.Several people were openly staring at me. Some looked uncomfortable. Others appeared curious. One elderly woman looked
His Arranged Protection OFF LIMITS
~~LENA~~A knock sounded at my door.I was still irritated from lunch, lying on the bed and replaying Niccolò’s cold I can’t over and over in my head while staring at the ceiling. A small, embarrassing part of me hoped it was him. Maybe coming to explain himself. Maybe at least pretending he cared
His Arranged Protection HIS NAME
~~LENA~~The morning light felt like it was poking knives into my eyes. I barely slept after the encounter, and now my head was heavy. I came down for coffee, hoping for at least the courtesy of silence, but the moment I stepped into the dining area, I knew my day was already ruined.Bianca was her
His Arranged Protection BURNING
~~LENA~~ I couldn’t breathe properly. The moment we stepped inside the mansion fully, I tried to walk faster and way ahead of him, my heels clicked angrily against the marble floor as I headed straight for the stairs. I needed distance. I needed to get away from him before I said or did something
His Arranged Protection SITTING AT THE DEVIL'S TABLE
~~LENA~~ The car ride was suffocating. I sat stiffly beside Niccolò, the burgundy dress suddenly feeling too tight and exposing. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the compound. He was on his phone, speaking in Russian and completely in his own world. My eyes kept drifting to him. The s
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