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the rigid atmosphere imposed by Dante weighed on her. She sighed, determined not to let her living room turn into a gilded cage. She had thre

niture, letting her fingers caress the polished wood. Everything here exuded elegance and richness, a universe very far from his own. She felt strangely curious to discover this place and understan

ey were all smiling, looking happy. She looked at the teenage Dante's face, an expression of gentleness she had never seen in the authoritarian man he had become. He seemed car

th shelves full of books, neatly lined up filing cabinets, and an imposing desk covered in papers and a laptop. This was undoubtedly where Dante spent his days, working on h

iscreetly in a corner of the office. It showed a little girl, probably Dante's sister, a laughing girl with brown curls. Mireille felt a wave of tenderness when she saw this photo, imagining the str

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rned around abruptly, caught in the act, her heart beating w

xplore a little," she stamme

as stone. She instinctively stepped back,

, he said in a low but sharp voice. I forb

n her. Why did he always have to be

pieces were forbidden. "It's ridiculous, I'm not a

his expression d

es here. And my first rule is that you don't set fo

n't one of his employees or a bothersome guest. She had agreed to stay here b

'm here for three months, and if you think I'm going to spend all t

ow, visibly surpri

you can challen

trying not to be impresse

dult. You don't need to dictate every step to me. What is this of

kin, and despite herself, a wave of shiver ran through her. He stared at her intensely, his black

ngely soft and menacing at the same time.

e replied, still defying his gaze. Because I'm no

e that gave off no warmth, but

e'll play. But remember, you're on my turf he

he was taking a risk by standing up to him like this, but she refused to submit blindly. He c

turning away, determined not to sho

the storm of emotions that was stirring her. She felt trapped between annoyance and a strange attraction that she couldn't e

believe she had stood up to him like that. But she didn't regret anything. She didn't have to

se gaze, his deep voice... Everything about him destabilized her. She felt her h

te was an authoritarian, demanding, perhaps even 'yrannic' man, but she 'could put up with that for t

e had a hold on her, an invisible but very real hold. And she f