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B I A N C A"So, how exactly did it happen? One minute you were telling me about a failed deal, and the next I got a call that you were shot. Were you able to identify who did it?" I asked Damian, snuggling up to his side and tucking my head into his arm.He took in a deep breath, reminiscing the moment of what had happened. "One of my investors pulled out on a major deal. It was a huge loss for us and the investors weren't pleased by how the situation went," he said.He paused a little, trying to recollect his thoughts. "I left the office, trying to get home to tell you about it but then before I realized what happened, I felt a pain in the side of my abdomen," he explained further. "Before I could even make out who did it, I was already falling into the darkness. My vision got blurry and the next thing I felt was the hard impact of the road beneath me. Everything got so painful and then there was a moment where it didn't anymore, the only thought on my mind was you."His tone was vu
B I A N C ADamian had been discharged a week earlier. As a patient, he had been getting treatment at his best pace possible. Every day a physical therapist would come to the house and make sure the wound wasn't infected and working on building the strength he had lost during the long coma.He slept almost throughout the whole day, allowing his body to rest. I would make him a cup of warm milk every morning and he would chug it up.Since he would not have eaten anything the previous night, I would try to make him a solid healthy breakfast that would stimulate his digestive system to keep going.By noon, the nurse would arrive to administer his medication and would give his wound a checkup. It was healing very quickly now and he was supposed to be getting even more of physical activity everyday to boost his recovery rate.Everyday he would exercise the muscles of his arms and chest, ensuring that he was getting back his full body capacity again. Finally, the wound was fully healed and
B I A N C AMy legs shook as I approached the bed. The world had narrowed to this single room, to the man lying in it whose eyes were now finally open. I reached for his hand, my own trembling so violently I could barely grasp his. His skin was still cool, but it wasn't as cold as before. There was life there. "Damian," I whispered, my throat tight with unshed tears.His gaze found mine, still hazy and clouded with a confusion I couldn't begin to fathom. "Bianca," he rasped. He tried to squeeze my hand, but the effort was too much. "I'm here," I said, my thumb stroking the back of his knuckles. "I'm right here.""Don't cry," he said, a faint smile touching his lips. "You'll get all puffy."A laugh sob escaped me. "You idiot," I managed, wiping furiously at my face with my free hand. "You scared the hell out of me. I almost thought you were going to leave me."He blinked slowly, as if processing my words. "Leave you?" he repeated. "Never. You'restuck with me forever."I wanted to te
B I A N C AIt’s been three days since they found the button and the blood sample. Three long agonizing days of waiting. Every time my phone rang, my heart would leap into my throat, hoping it was the call with the results.I had barely left Damian's side, sleeping in a chair by his bed, surviving on stale coffee and whatever food Chloe or Marco could bring me. The hospital had become my whole world as long as my world was in it. I was dozing in the chair when I felt a gentle shake on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Marco standing over me, a grim look on his face.My heart sank. "You have the results?"He nodded. "I do. Let's take a walk."I stood up, my legs stiff from sitting for so long. We walked out of the room and into the quiet hallway."The blood didn’t match anyone in the system," Marco said, getting straight to the point. "No criminal record.""So it's a dead end?" I asked, my voice deflated."Not exactly," he said. "The suit the button came from is very expensive. Cus
B I A N C AJulian’s car pulled to a stop in the hospital's designated parking lot, the engine purring softly before he silenced it. He turned to me, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you want to go back in tonight? You look exhausted, B. Maybe you should let Marco take you home. Somewhere safe.""No," I said, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "I need to be here with him. I can't leave him alone.""Okay," he said, not pushing further. "But I'm walking you to the entrance. And I'm not leaving until I know you're with Marco."I nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over me. I was so used to being strong, to handling everything on my own. It was strange to let someone in, to let them take care of me, even for a little while.We walked towards the hospital entrance. The automatic doors slid open and the familiar smell of antiseptic. I saw Marco standing by the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Julian."Who is he?" Marco asked as we ap
B I A N C AI was invited to the station to have a interrogation with Lucas and the detectives. At first, I was hesitant, but Marco insisted."It'll be good for you," he said, his voice gentle. "To face him. To see for yourself if he truly is the monster we think he is."Now, I was sitting in a small windowless room, my hands clasped in my lap. The door opened, and Lucas was led in, his hands still cuffed. He looked terrible. His hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled and he had a five o'clock shadow. His eyes met mine, and for a second, I saw a flicker of something. Surprise? I couldn't tell.He sat down across from me, a detective standing on either side of him."Bianca," he said, his voice rough. "I didn't do this."I didn't say anything. I just stared at him, my expression unreadable. I wanted to believe him, a part of me did. But I couldn't. Not yet."You have to believe me," he said, his voice pleading. "I know I wasn't a good boyfriend. I know I hurt you. But I wouldn't do
B I A N C AToday, I was determined. I was determined to get at least a few hours of work done. But Damian, apparently, had other plans.He had woken me up with his head between my legs, and then proceeded to fuck me in the shower. And then again, on the kitchen counter while I was trying to make co
L A U R AIt was the third night of my arrival as Damian’s new neighbor and worst nightmare. For years, I'd been Mrs. Moretti. I'd used the opportunity, the paparazzi, the lonely nights in a cold mansion in Italy. I was owed this. I was owed the respect, the status, the life that came with being mar
B I A N C A"So, his wife is your new neighbor?" Chloe shrieked through the phone. "Are you serious? This is better than a TV show! What are you going to do?"I was sitting on the balcony, watching the waves crash against the shore."What do you think I'm going to do?" I asked. "We're here on a priv
B I A N C AI reached down and tangled my fingers in his damp hair, pushing him closer. He didn't need any encouragement.His tongue found my clit, and I almost cried out. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He worked me with a skill that left me breathless, his tongue swirlin







