Morning crept slowly into the Romano mansion, soft golden sunlight slipping through the half-open window that Kiara had probably forgotten to close last night. The early breeze carried the fresh scent of blooming flowers from the garden below, making the entire room feel strangely calm after the emotional storm of the previous night.

The white curtains danced gently with the wind while the sunlight spread warmly across the large bedroom, falling directly over the sleeping couple on the bed. Kiara slept peacefully. Too peacefully.

A faint content smile rested on her lips, completely opposite to the way she had cried herself to sleep the night before. Her face looked soft, relaxed, almost safe, as if somewhere during the night her restless heart had finally found comfort.

As the bright sunlight touched her closed eyes, her lashes fluttered slowly. A soft frown appeared on her forehead before she finally opened her eyes little by little. But the moment she woke up, she froze. A warm, rich masculine scent surrounded her completely.

That familiar scent. Strong. Comforting. Addictive. Her sleepy brain failed to understand for a second. Confused, she moved slightly and realized her face was pressed against something hard and warm. A chest. Wait-Chest?

Her brows furrowed adorably as she nuzzled her nose unconsciously against the hard surface beneath her cheek, still half asleep. Only then did her mind slowly begin to wake up. Her body felt trapped too, unable to move freely because a strong arm was wrapped tightly around her waist possessively.

Kiara's eyes widened. Slowly, she tilted her head upward. And there he was. Donato. Sleeping peacefully beside her. His arm wrapped around her securely even in sleep, his face relaxed, his breathing slow and deep against her hair. At some point during the night, after their terrible fight, he had come back to her.

He had come back. The realization shattered something fragile inside her. Without warning, tears flooded her eyes instantly. A broken sob escaped her lips as she buried her face back into his chest and started crying.

Donato stirred immediately at the sound. His sleepy mind took a second to process the trembling body in his arms before his eyes snapped open in alarm. "Kiara-?" His morning voice came out hoarse and rough. The moment he looked down and saw her crying against him, his heart nearly stopped.

"Darling?" he called again quickly, now fully awake. "Sweetheart, why are you crying? What happened?" Panic instantly filled his voice. His hand moved to her hair carefully. "Is your head injury hurting badly?" he asked worriedly. "Let me see."

He tried pulling her back gently to check the injury on her forehead, but Kiara only buried herself deeper into his chest, clutching his shirt tightly in her fists as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.

And the more Donato spoke softly to her-the harder she cried. Big, helpless sobs shook her small body violently against him. Donato's chest tightened painfully. "Baby... hey... hey..." he whispered urgently, now completely panicked. "Please don't cry like this."

He sat up slightly while still holding her close, one hand rubbing her back slowly, the other cradling the back of her head carefully so he would not hurt her bandage. But Kiara could not stop. Because last night's anger was gone now.

Only guilt remained. Guilt for shouting at him. For hurting him. For accusing him. And maybe the thing breaking her the most-was waking up and realizing that even after everything she said...he still came back to hold her while she slept.

Kiara cried helplessly against his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt so tightly that the fabric wrinkled beneath her trembling hands. Every sob that escaped her sounded broken, painful, full of guilt and fear together. She could not even lift her face to look at him. Shame burned inside her chest.

Donato's heart ached watching her like this. He hated seeing her cry. Especially when he knew he was the reason behind those tears. "Hey... hey, sweetheart," he whispered softly, tightening his arms around her protectively. "Look at me, baby."

But Kiara shook her head violently against him. "No..." she cried breathlessly. "I-I can't..." Her voice cracked completely. "I said horrible things to you..."

Donato closed his eyes for a second. Yes. She had hurt him. Very deeply. But right now, hearing her cry like this hurt far more. He gently cupped the back of her head and rested his cheek against her hair. "Kiara..."

"I am sorry..." she sobbed uncontrollably. "I am so sorry, Ro... I didn't mean those things... I-I lost control again... I shouted at you... I accused you... I hurt you..." Her breathing became uneven as panic mixed with guilt. "I hate this side of me..." she whispered painfully. "I hate when I become like that... I hate my anger..."

Donato immediately pulled her even closer. "Don't," he said firmly but softly. "Don't say that."

"But it's true!" she cried, finally lifting her tear-stained face toward him. "You came worried for me and I just kept hurting you... saying things... throwing things... screaming..." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "You must hate me..."

The moment those words left her mouth, Donato's expression changed completely. His brows pulled together painfully. "Never," he said instantly. The word came out so fast, so firm, that Kiara froze. Donato held her face carefully in both hands, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "Never say that again," he whispered brokenly. "I could never hate you."

Kiara's lips trembled. "But I hurt you..."

Donato looked at her silently for a long moment before finally sighing deeply. "You did," he admitted honestly. Kiara's eyes filled again immediately. Seeing that reaction, Donato kissed her forehead softly. "But listen to me completely first."

His voice became calm and gentle. "Yes, your words hurt me last night," he confessed quietly. "Especially when you thought I was leaving to go to Rose." A small crack appeared in his voice. "Because all I wanted was to make sure the person who attacked you gets caught before they try something again."

Kiara lowered her eyes in shame. Donato continued softly, "And hearing you call me 'Donato' again and again instead of 'Ro'..." He smiled bitterly. "That hurt too."

Kiara broke down harder at that. "I am sorry..." she whispered through sobs. "I was angry... scared... hurt... I didn't even realize what I was saying..."

"I know." That made her look at him. Donato sighed deeply before resting his forehead against hers. "But, Kiara..." he whispered tiredly, "I also understand why you reacted that way." She blinked tearfully.

"When I saw you safe on the sofa, my mind stopped working. Rose was screaming in pain and I reacted instinctively." He closed his eyes briefly. "But I should have checked you properly first. I should have come to you first." Kiara stared at him silently.

"And about rose , about your insecurity, i understand this now. if someone stayed this close to you every day..." his jaw tightened slightly, "if some man kept touching you, holding your attention, being around you all the time..." His eyes darkened painfully. "I would lose my mind too." Kiara's breath hitched.

"I know myself," he admitted honestly. "I would become irrational. Possessive. Angry. Probably worse than you." A weak sob escaped her lips. "So I understand your jealousy," he whispered. "I understand your fear." His thumb brushed gently against her wet cheek. "And maybe I made a mistake by not taking your discomfort seriously enough."

Kiara stared at him in shock. "Ro..."

"I kept reassuring you with words," he continued quietly, "but I did not realize that my actions were hurting you repeatedly." His eyes lowered slightly. "That's my fault too."

Kiara immediately shook her head. "No, no-"

"Yes," he said softly but firmly. "Rose is my friend. She always will be. But you are my wife." His voice deepened emotionally. "You are my person, Kiara." Tears rolled silently down her face. "And if something or someone is hurting you mentally," he whispered, "then I have no right to ignore it."

Kiara's lips parted shakily. Donato took a deep breath before saying the words slowly. "From now on, I will maintain distance with Rose." Kiara froze completely. "I won't disrespect our friendship," he clarified softly, "but I will create boundaries. Proper ones. Because your peace matters to me more."

"Ro..." she whispered brokenly.

"And not because you forced me," he added gently. "But because now I finally understand how deeply this was affecting you."

Kiara burst into tears again and threw herself into his arms tightly. "I am sorry..." she cried into his chest. "I trust you... I really trust you... I never doubted your care... I-I was just scared... scared that one day someone would take my place..."

Donato immediately held her face firmly. "No one can take your place." His voice was low. Dangerously certain. "You hear me?" Kiara nodded while crying. "I, Donato Romano, promise you... no matter what happens between us. maybe tomorrow, maybe sometime in the future we might fight, misunderstand each other, or lose our way for a while.

But one thing will always remain unchanged in Donato Romano's life." He cupped her tear-stained face gently, his forehead resting against hers, his voice deep and painfully sincere. "No one-absolutely no one-can ever take Kiara Romano's place. Not in my heart, not in my life, not in my soul. No matter where you are, no matter how angry you get with me, just remember this one thing... there will never be another woman who could replace you."

"You are my wife," he whispered against her forehead. "My home. My peace. My madness. Everything." A sob escaped her lips again. "And last night..." his own voice cracked this time, "when I thought that bullet could have hit you..."He stopped speaking completely.

Kiara felt his arms tighten around her painfully. For the first time since morning, she realized-he had been terrified too. "I can handle enemies," he whispered roughly. "I can handle blood, danger,... but the thought of losing you..." He shut his eyes tightly. "That destroyed me."

Kiara's tears fell harder. "I am here," she whispered shakily, immediately holding his face. "I am here, Ro... look... nothing happened to me..."Donato opened his eyes slowly. The fear inside them broke her heart instantly.

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers again. "Don't scare me like that ever again," he whispered weakly. Kiara gave a broken laugh through tears. "I think that line belongs to me."

For the first time since last night, a small real smile appeared on Donato's face. And then, without another word, he pulled her back into his arms and held her tightly-as if he was still afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly.he might lose her again.

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The underground room smelled of blood, rust, and damp concrete. A single yellow bulb flickered above, casting unstable shadows across the walls like ghosts dancing in hell. The metallic sound of chains echoed every few seconds in the suffocating silence.

In the middle of the room, tied brutally to a heavy iron chair with thick chains wrapped around his chest and wrists, sat the sniper. His face was bruised beyond recognition, blood dripping slowly from the corner of his lips onto the floor beneath him. His breathing was uneven, painful. Fear sat openly in his eyes now.

In front of him, lazily seated on another chair with one leg crossed over the other, was Enzo Moro. Calm. Too calm. The dangerous kind of calm that terrified people more than shouting ever could. A black gun rested loosely in his hand as he spun it around his finger with effortless ease, like this was just another casual evening for him.

Enzo tilted his head slightly, watching the man with a chilling smirk."So," he said softly, almost amused, "are you finally going to tell me why you wanted to kill me or kiara... or should I just kill you now and save us both some time?"

The sniper swallowed painfully. His entire body trembled. "I-I already told you," he stuttered desperately, voice cracking from fear and torture. "I don't know anything. I was just hired to do the job. I was told to shoot you... and if not you, then Donato Romano's wife."

At the mention of Kiara, Enzo's playful expression disappeared instantly. The room turned colder. His jaw tightened. "And you thought," Enzo whispered dangerously, leaning forward slowly, "that targeting her was a good idea?"

The man shook violently. "I-I was just following orders!"

"Lucas's orders," Enzo completed for him.

The sniper nodded shakily. "Y-yes..."

Enzo let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in it. Only death. "Well," he murmured while standing up slowly, "good job. You did your work."

He walked toward the man step by step, his expensive shoes echoing against the concrete floor. Then he crouched in front of him, placing the cold muzzle of the gun under the man's chin. "And now," Enzo whispered with a terrifying grin, "Donato Romano is about to do his."

The man's face lost all color. "Do you even understand whose wife you targeted?" Enzo asked quietly. "You idiots think Donato is dangerous because he's a Romano? No." He smiled darkly. "He's dangerous because that woman is his weakness."

His grin widened. "And men like him?" he whispered near the man's ear, "they become monsters when someone touches what belongs to them." The sniper's breathing became frantic. "He will burn you alive for this," Enzo continued softly. "You shot at Kiara Romano. His wife. The woman he would kill the entire gang of lucas if needed."

Suddenly-The heavy metal door of the basement creaked open. Both men looked toward it. Slow. Heavy. Measured footsteps echoed through the room. And then he entered. Donato Romano. Not Ro. Not Kiara's loving husband. Not the calm businessman smiling beside his family upstairs. No. This was Romano. The mafia king. Darkness itself seemed to walk with him.

He was dressed completely in black, sleeves rolled slightly upward, revealing tattooed forearms stained faintly with blood from earlier. His face was expressionless, but that expressionless face was exactly what made him terrifying. His eyes were empty. Cold. Void of mercy.

The sniper froze. Pure terror swallowed him whole. Donato walked inside silently while removing his watch with slow precision. Every tiny movement of his carried controlled violence. Controlled rage. The kind that exploded only when it was too late for anyone to survive it.

Enzo stepped aside without saying a word. Even he knew this was no longer his territory. This was Donato's wrath now. Donato placed his watch carefully on the table nearby. Then he finally lifted his eyes toward the chained man.

For a few seconds...He simply stared. The silence became unbearable. Then Donato spoke. Softly. "You fired at my wife." The sniper immediately started shaking his head. "I-I didn't hit her! She's alive-"Before he could finish- BANG!

The gunshot exploded through the basement. The man screamed in agony as the bullet pierced through his shoulder. Donato lowered the gun slowly, face still emotionless. "I know," he said coldly.

Blood splattered across the floor while the man cried painfully. Donato walked closer until he stood directly in front of him. "You know what your biggest mistake was?" he asked quietly. The man cried helplessly. Donato bent slightly, his voice becoming almost a whisper. "You made my wife cry."

A dangerous silence followed. "And now," Donato murmured while grabbing the man's jaw harshly, "I'm going to make sure you beg for death long before I give it to you." Even Enzo looked away for a second. Because everyone in the Romano world knew one thing- There was nothing more horrifying than a calm Donato Romano after someone touched Kiara.

The basement echoed with the man's broken screams. Blood dripped steadily from his shoulder onto the concrete floor, forming a dark crimson pool beneath the chair. His breathing had turned ragged now, every inhale sounding like glass cutting through his lungs. Sweat mixed with blood across his face while fear completely destroyed whatever courage he once had.

But Donato Romano remained unmoved. Cold. Silent. Terrifying. Because a furious Donato shouted. A calm Donato destroyed people.

Behind him, Enzo leaned against the wall with folded arms, watching everything quietly. Even he knew Donato had crossed into that dangerous state where emotions no longer existed-only violence remained.

The sniper coughed painfully. "P-please... I already told you everything..."

Donato slowly crouched in front of him again. "No," he said softly. "You told me nothing."

The man cried desperately. "I SWEAR! Lucas never tells us full plans! We only receive orders through messages! I don't know where he is even! I don't know what he wants next!"

Donato stared at him silently for a long moment. Then suddenly-CRACK! The entire room echoed as Donato punched him straight across the face with brutal force. The chair almost tipped backward from the impact. The sniper screamed.

"You stood there," Donato said in a low deadly voice, grabbing the man by his bloody hair and forcing his head upward, "and pointed a gun at my wife." Another punch landed. Blood exploded from the man's mouth.

"You watched her laugh..."Punch. "You watched her smile..." Punch. "And still you pulled the trigger."

The man cried uncontrollably now. "I DIDN'T HIT HER SHE IS STILL ALIVE ISNT IT!"

Donato froze. For a second, complete silence filled the room. Then slowly... Very slowly... he smiled. A terrifying smile. "You know what's funny?" he whispered. "You think the fact that the bullet missed makes this better."

His grip tightened painfully around the man's jaw. "But every second since that shot," Donato murmured darkly, "all I can think about is what would've happened if Rose hadn't pushed Kiara."

The room fell deathly silent. Donato's eyes darkened further. "What if that bullet pierced her chest?" The sniper's breathing stopped. "What if," Donato continued quietly, voice almost shaking now from suppressed rage, "I walked into that garden and found my wife dead?"

Even Enzo straightened slightly at the dangerous tremble hidden beneath Donato's calm tone. The man started crying harder. "P-please... please spare me..."

Donato released him abruptly, standing back to full height. For a few moments he simply walked away, running a hand over his face while taking a deep breath. Then suddenly-BANG! Another gunshot exploded.

The sniper screamed as Donato shot him in the leg this time. "I'm giving you one last chance," Donato said coldly. "What is Lucas planning?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" the man cried hysterically. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I DON'T KNOW!"

Donato laughed quietly. "That's the problem," he murmured. He turned toward Enzo. "He's useless."

Enzo nodded once casually. "Looks like Lucas kept him blind."

The man looked between them desperately. "Please... please don't kill me... I have family..."

Donato's face hardened instantly. "And my wife?" he asked quietly. "Did you think about her family before shooting?" The man froze. Terror swallowed him whole. Donato walked toward the table nearby and picked up a clean cloth, slowly wiping the blood from his hands with terrifying patience.

Then he spoke without emotion. "Lucas made one mistake." The sniper stared at him helplessly. "He thought I would still play fair." he loaded the gun calmly. The clicking sound echoed through the room like a death sentence.

The man started screaming now, struggling violently against the chains. "NO! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Donato walked back toward him. "You should've prayed the bullet hit me instead," he whispered. And then-BANG. The gunshot echoed violently through the basement. Silence followed. The man's body went limp against the chair, blood slowly dripping down from the bullet wound in the middle of his forehead.

Dead. Complete silence filled the underground room. Enzo exhaled slowly while Donato stared at the corpse without a flicker of emotion. Then Donato turned toward the guards standing nearby. His voice became ice cold. "Pack the body." and "Send it to Lucas."

The guards immediately straightened. "Yes, boss."

Even Enzo smirked slightly at that. Donato continued while putting his watch back on calmly, like he had not just murdered someone seconds ago. "And give him my message." The guards waited silently. Donato's jaw tightened.

"Tell him," he said slowly, "that tonight was his final warning." His eyes turned pitch black with fury. "If he ever again tries to hurt anyone connected to me..."His voice dropped into something monstrous.

"The next body sent won't belong to one of his men." A deadly pause. "It will be his." The guards swallowed hard. Donato turned away toward the exit, but stopped near the door. Without looking back, he spoke one final sentence. "And tell Lucas," he said quietly, "that this time... Donato Romano won't play fair."

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The underground basement still smelled like blood and gunpowder when Enzo finally walked out of it. His expression carried unusual calmness now, the kind that only came after violence. His sleeves were rolled up carelessly, veins still visible on his forearms from the brutal fight earlier.

A faint smear of blood stained the collar of his white shirt, while another dark splash had dried near his jawline. Yet Enzo walked through the Romano mansion corridors as if nothing had happened, hands casually tucked into his pockets, completely unaware of the horrifying appearance he carried.

The mansion upstairs was still glowing with wedding lights. Soft music echoed faintly from the garden area where workers were fixing decorations again after the chaos earlier. Guests moved around quietly now, tension still lingering in the air after the attack. But Enzo moved through it all unaffected, already focused on the next task Albert had called him for.

Then suddenly-A hand grabbed his arm harshly. Before he could react properly, someone yanked him sideways into the empty backside corridor connected to the living hall. Enzo's eyes widened instantly. "What the fu-"

His words died midway. Because standing in front of him was Elana. "Eli?" His brows furrowed in confusion. "What happened?"

But Elana said nothing. She pushed him harder against the wall, standing dangerously close to him. So close that Enzo's breathing instinctively hitched. For a moment he genuinely thought she was angry. Her sharp eyes were fixed on him intensely as she suddenly raised her hand toward his face.

Enzo immediately shut his eyes on reflex, expecting a slap. But it never came. Instead-He felt something soft brush against his cheek. His eyes slowly opened again. And froze. Elana was cleaning something off his face with her silk neck scarf. Enzo blinked once. Then again. "What..." he muttered softly, completely caught off guard.

Elana glared at him sternly while continuing to wipe the dried blood near his jaw. "Are you planning to walk around the entire mansion looking like this?" she asked coldly.

Enzo stared at her blankly. "Huh?"

Without a word, Elana showed him the scarf now stained red with blood. Then she pointed toward his shoulder where bloody handprints were smeared across his shirt. Only then did Enzo realize. During the torture downstairs, blood had splashed onto him. In his hurry after Albert's call, he had walked out without even noticing.

"Oh sorry," he scoffed lightly. "I didn't realize."

"Obviously," Elana muttered. Her fingers moved carefully against his cheek again, cleaning another small stain near the corner of his lips. And suddenly the entire atmosphere changed. The corridor became too quiet. Too small. Too intimate.

Enzo could feel her warm breath against his skin now. And Elana realized it too. She was standing impossibly close to him. One hand rested lightly against his shoulder for balance while the other cleaned his face. Her eyes were fully focused on him, lashes lowered softly in concentration.

Enzo's gaze unconsciously drifted toward her lips. His heartbeat slowed. Dangerously.

"So," Elana finally asked quietly, still not looking away from his face, "did you kill him... or is he still alive?" Her tone held no fear. Because she already knew the answer. Enzo smirked faintly. "We killed him."

Elana paused for one second. Then nodded slowly. "Good," she whispered coldly. "He deserved it." Enzo stared at her. Really stared at her this time. Most women feared the darkness inside men like him and Donato. But Elana...Elana looked at him after murder and only cared about the blood on his face.

That realization did something dangerous to him. The tension between them thickened heavily. Neither moved. Neither stepped back. The silence became louder than words. Enzo's eyes slowly dropped to her lips again. And unconsciously...He leaned closer.

Elana's breath trembled instantly. Her fingers stopped moving. Every nerve inside her body awakened at once as Enzo's face moved nearer and nearer to hers. So close. Just one inch more. Her heart pounded violently inside her chest. And without realizing- Elana slowly closed her eyes. Ready. Waiting.

Accepting whatever was about to happen. But instead of lips...She felt something warm press softly against her forehead. A kiss. Gentle. Painfully gentle. Elana's breath caught.

Enzo lingered there for one brief second before pulling away slowly. When she finally opened her eyes-He was already gone. The corridor stood empty. Only the faint smell of his cologne and gunpowder remained behind.

Elana stood frozen in the same place, clutching the blood-stained scarf tightly in her hand. And then-A single tear rolled silently down her cheek. Because for one tiny moment...She had truly believed he was going to kiss her.

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The Romano mansion glowed brighter than ever. Every corridor was filled with movement, laughter, expensive perfume, and the constant sound of preparation. Servants rushed from one side to another carrying jewelry boxes, flower arrangements, wedding fabrics, and gift trays. The women spent hours trying their dresses while designers and stylists hovered around them nervously, making last-minute adjustments. two days went in wedding chaos."

Tomorrow was the wedding. Donato had doubled the security exactly as promised. After receiving his man's dead body along with Donato's warning, Lucas had gone silent. Too silent. And Donato knew men like Lucas never stayed quiet without reason.

Still, he made sure nothing went wrong this time. Every camera was replaced. Every guest was checked. Every guard carried weapons. No mistakes. Not again. And because of that, everyone inside the mansion finally relaxed again.

The younger ones spent the entire day teasing each other, trying outfits, clicking pictures, and planning dances for the wedding night. they try their dresses. Kavya looked breathtaking in her cream silk gown while Albert kept staring at her so openly that everyone endlessly mocked him for it.

Meanwhile, Kiara moved through the mansion glowing with soft happiness again after reconciling with Donato. And Donato himself barely left her side now. Whether she stood in the hallway, garden, or dining room, his eyes always followed her unconsciously.

But while the entire mansion drowned in wedding excitement...One room remained painfully silent. And inside that room sat Rose. Alone. The curtains fluttered softly from the evening breeze entering through the half-open balcony doors. Her injured leg rested carefully on pillows while the doctor's medicines lay untouched on the bedside table.

The room was beautiful. Luxurious. Comfortable. Yet it felt suffocating. Rose stared blankly toward the door for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Waiting. Hoping. But the person she wanted to see never came. Yes, people visited her. Nonna came.

Aravi checked on her twice. Rajputs come, Sofia and Elana spent time with her. Enzo come time to time teased her. Even Albert stopped by despite his wedding chaos. Everyone came. Except Donato. And that silence was slowly driving her insane. Because this was not how things used to be.

Whenever she got hurt before, Donato would practically live beside her until she recovered. He would bring her medicines himself, sit beside her bed, argue with doctors dramatically, and pamper her endlessly until she smiled again.

That was their bond. Her Donato. Her best friend. But now...Now two days had passed since the attack, and he hadn't even come once to properly ask how she was feeling. Not once. Rose clenched the bedsheet tightly in her fists.

Her jaw hardened painfully. At first she tried convincing herself he was simply busy with wedding preparations and security matters. But deep down... She knew. This wasn't because of work. This was because of Kiara.

"I know it's you," Rose whispered into the empty room bitterly. Her eyes slowly filled with anger. "It's you who stopped him from coming near me." The silence around her deepened. Rose laughed softly, but there was no happiness in it.

"You already took him away from me once," she muttered quietly, her voice trembling now with emotions she herself no longer fully understood. "First his attention... then his time... then his priorities..."Her eyes darkened slightly.

"But I won't let you take my best friend too." The possessiveness in her tone shocked even herself for a second. Yet she didn't stop. "He was mine first," she whispered stubbornly. "Before you came into his life. Before you became his wife."

A tear rolled down her cheek, but this time it wasn't sadness alone. It was frustration. Jealousy. Fear. Because for the very first time in years...Rose felt distance from Donato. And she hated it. More than anything.

I know it's boring, but bear it for few chapters, after that. The chapters will get intense...... because we are finally close to know who the stalker is?🫡😉