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

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

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

All Chapters of HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD : Chapter 41 - Chapter 43

41. DIVORCE & ADDICTION

42. ANOTHER WAY OUT

43. A VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY