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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 · Urbano
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Chapter One hundred and Seven

She cried as she yelled the word murderer. She was bawling her eyes out. It hurt her deep within. She murdered a man who had done nothing to her as compared to the torture she had faced by her very own stepfamily. Then why did she kill a man only for groping her?

He had done a lot worse to many people and yet they had just complaint about him and not murder him. They trusted the judicial system instead of taking the law in their own hands.

The situation finally weighed down on her. What had she done? What she had committed.. She had pulled the trigger. It was all her fault.

Sobbing against his warm chest, she continued to think and her husband let her. She had to think to get it out of her system and if crying helped her, so be it.

"It's done sweetheart," he cooed as he caressed her hair. "It's done. We cannot go back now."