His smile was subtle.
“I mean… I assumed you would. Considering how… disoriented you looked
My hands turned ice cold. Did he knew viella alrdy? How's that even possible? An I missing out something?
Something warm lingered at the corner of my lips. A speck of whipped cream, probably from the dessert. Elias reached forward with a napkin, gently, his hand hovering close—too close—for comfort.
“Hold still,” he murmured with a calm, almost teasing smile. “You’ve got something here—”
Before he could even touch me, another hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing his wrist mid-air.
The napkin fell.
A deadly silence followed.
I turned, my spine freezing in dread.
“Don’t. Touch. Her.”
That cold, guttural voice didn’t belong here—not now, not like this.
Dante.
His obsidian eyes bored into Elias with the force of a storm about to erupt. The suit he wore was slightly rumpled, as if he had rushed here in rage, barely holding himself back. His jaw clenched
“Dante—wait, this—”
He didn’t even let me finish. His hand grabbed mine tightly, yanking me up from my chair.
“Excuse me?” Elias stood now, expression guarded but still polite. “We’re in the middle of—”
“She’s leaving.” Dante snapped. “With me.”
“Dante, stop—"
His eyes flicked to me for one breathless second, unreadable. “You shouldn’t have been here with him in the first place.”
Before I could protest again, Dante dragged me out of the restaurant, heels clacking desperately across the marble floor, gasps echoing from stunned bystanders. The heavy front doors flew open,
His black car sat by the curb, sleek, waiting.
His men waiting outside. Were they following me?
“Dante, stop it! I’m not your—!”
He slammed the car door open and pushed me inside with terrifying calmness, sliding in beside me with a dark scowl.
I tried to pull away from him, heart pounding. “You’re being insane! It was just dinner! You’re not even supposed to be here—”
“Don’t test me, Viella,” he growled, gripping my wrist tighter. “You really think I’d sit still watching him touch you? Watch you smile at him, laugh with him like that?”
My breath caught.
He leaned closer, face inches from mine.
“You think you can run around playing games, teasing me, acting like you don’t remember a damn thing about last night—fine. Pretend all you want.” His lips brushed my ear, voice venomously soft.
I froze.
“You’re not allowed to disappear again,” he hissed.
“What do you mean"... I whispered,
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The car surged forward, tinted windows swallowing the world in shadow. Dante didn’t spoke anymore
I sat pressed against the door, breathing shallow, still clutching my bag. My wrist throbbed where he’d grabbed me.
Then he spoke.
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Stuck in a Mafia Romance
FanfictionVivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante...
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