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Roses never fade

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 914    |    Released on: 10/03/2026

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supposed

icitly told me

ssuming Dante had simply forgotten to pass along the invite. I co

, half-hidden in the shadow

the room. He didn't just occu

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was right

n his bicep, her lips brushing his ear

osphere shifted.

hey were drunk, their voices too loud, completely

d Sofia's arm, his

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that cut through the no

ster than cons

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his collar. "I think I sprained it.

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d right

ight into the fresh drops of blood

n't lo

were made of porcelain, leaving me blee

nd myself in the p

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he needle piercing my skin momentarily distract

ll night, staring at the door

did

orning, my

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re I could utte

he bandages and hailed a cab, my head stil

vate room, the air was thi

hand. Sofia sat next to him, one foot propped up on a

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n't recognize at all. His eyes were dead, s

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ggling to keep my voice stead

te said low, his tone dark and

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id. "She says she saw you signal the

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mmed his hand on the table,

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, Elena," he roared. "You were

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in the air like a guillotine blade. "Because of what yo

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“For seven years, I was his eyes. But the moment he regained his sight, he decided to marry someone else. Seven years of devotion couldn't buy his heart. I gave him back his dignity. Now that he was restored as the Godfather of the New York Mafia, he laughed with others, degrading me to the status of a mere "mistress." He thought I didn't understand Italian, but I heard him loud and clear: he was going to marry his first love. He arrogantly believed I would always love him, willing to stay in his penthouse like a caged bird. But he was wrong. I boarded a one-way flight to Australia. Dante, I don't want you anymore. By the time he returned home, he would have lost me forever. But a sore loser refuses to concede. Even if he had to burn the world to the ground, he would search for me and beg for my forgiveness.”