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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 thirty-five

His words shook her to the core. She felt as if her heart would stop. There was so much emotion in those words that he said. Deep inside her something whispered that he was speaking the truth, that he meant those words.

But did he?

Her husband was still hugging her close to his chest and Alexis wanted to bury herself in there. She wanted nothing more but to be in his arms forever but right now it seemed like the most impossible and logical thing to do. She could not stay with him, she could not stay with him and drag him back.

She needed time. She needed time to recover from what happened and to become a better person because she was sure that she was not going to be the one that had been kidnapped.

That part of her was gone.

"You don't have to.." in broken words she cried into his shoulder. "Please.. If it's not what.. you want, you can go.." she offered again, knowing well that someday he would rather forget it.