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Infatuation of Darkness

*Dark Romance* "Search the name, Angelo de Alassandro." He said. Now she was doubtful why would she have to search his name? She did it and the search was normal; it was like searching for any other business man. But a few caught her attention. 'Angelo de Alassandro linked with the underworld. 'De Alassandro associated with the recent gun fire.' 'Another body found inside a dumpster, to be linked with the de Alassandro group.' The links did not stop. They more she scrolled down the more she read and the more gut twisting they got. She did not know how to react with the situation especially when the man who was supposedly linked with them was sitting right next to her. She was reading them with so much attention that she did not notice Angelo standing behind her. He was enjoying her reactions and her curiosity to read more. He bent down to her ear causing her breath to be hitched. He leisurely stroked her face and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you think that can be rumours?" Calmly he spoke in her ear. "They could be," She spoke diplomatically. He chuckled, "well, they are not." He confirmed. (I don't stand for abuse but I need to show it for the development of my characters.)

Inara_Me · Urban
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315 Chs

Chapter One hundred and fifty-eight.

As Angelo continued to kiss her she continued to stare at her phones screen, dazzled to why she was calling. Because to her it seemed like there was no reason for her call as she was the one to break everything off as usual. This was the same that continued; she would break all contact and then come running back with various calls and texts. Then came the gifts and parties. Her mother always tried her best to make up after leaving her without any notice.

It was to calling each other every day to that one day that always came, where the robot would say 'this number does not exist'. She would always be devastated and angry at herself for expecting something more even after running through the same continuous cycles. They never ended, the only started and continue to play on.