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7 Chapters
Chapter 8 My son and I img
Chapter 9 Death of me img
Chapter 10 Tomorrow img
Chapter 11 Forgive me img
Chapter 12 Ps: Your boyfriend img
Chapter 13 Not a fair fight img
Chapter 14 Pixie dust img
Chapter 15 Good girl img
Chapter 16 Say my name img
Chapter 17 Save a man today, get a .... img
Chapter 18 Don't think img
Chapter 19 Family man img
Chapter 20 Tomorrow we start again img
Chapter 21 I need air img
Chapter 22 Cheapskate img
Chapter 23 Come to the office img
Chapter 24 Love sick img
Chapter 25 A fvck mate img
Chapter 26 Who cares img
Chapter 27 Home call img
Chapter 28 Please, tie me up, Daddy. img
Chapter 29 Schemes img
Chapter 30 Be quiet, good girl. img
Chapter 31 Two faced img
Chapter 32 Family planning img
Chapter 33 Business and dinner img
Chapter 34 Move in with me img
Chapter 35 Hidden agenda img
Chapter 36 I want it to hurt img
Chapter 37 Too Small img
Chapter 38 Like father like son img
Chapter 39 Please stay img
Chapter 40 A makeover for the family img
Chapter 41 Trollop img
Chapter 42 Thank you img
Chapter 43 Euphoric img
Chapter 44 Why img
Chapter 45 I love you img
Chapter 46 New city, new hope img
Chapter 47 First shift at Charité img
Chapter 48 Nice work, Isabella img
Chapter 49 Special, Again img
Chapter 50 I Left img
Chapter 51 Knock, Knock img
Chapter 52 Eat me up img
Chapter 53 Brownies and secrets img
Chapter 54 Seven generations img
Chapter 55 Moved on img
Chapter 56 Crash out img
Chapter 57 Goodnight, son img
Chapter 58 On read img
Chapter 59 Bossy img
Chapter 60 Coffee Rossi img
Chapter 61 I am sorry img
Chapter 62 I hope we don't see again img
Chapter 63 They know img
Chapter 64 Are you okay img
Chapter 65 I loved you... you insensitive prick. img
Chapter 66 I know img
Chapter 67 He knows img
Chapter 68 The penthouse img
Chapter 69 Come home img
Chapter 70 Nice person img
Chapter 71 If I go missing img
Chapter 72 Not stalking... Just concerned img
Chapter 73 Sky fall img
Chapter 74 If I wasn't img
Chapter 75 The other woman img
Chapter 76 I will think about it img
Chapter 77 I love you img
Chapter 78 I deserve to be loved img
Chapter 79 Villain img
Chapter 80 ...You know who... img
Chapter 81 It's not yours img
Chapter 82 Sick img
Chapter 83 Restlessness img
Chapter 84 Should I stay or should I go img
Chapter 85 You have my blessings img
Chapter 86 You ran before img
Chapter 87 Jeez img
Chapter 88 He is going to be a good father img
Chapter 89 Valetina img
Chapter 90 I have to tell you something img
Chapter 91 Two weeks img
Chapter 92 You are my best friend img
Chapter 93 I am at your service img
Chapter 94 Marry me img
Chapter 95 Mi lady purple img
Chapter 96 Family call img
Chapter 97 I trust you img
Chapter 98 Heart to heart img
Chapter 99 Mr. Brute can shoot img
Chapter 100 What if he ask me to marry him img
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Chapter 7 Headache

**MATEO'S POV**

Isabella.

That girl has no idea what she does to me.

Since that night in the Velvet Room, she's lived rent-free in my head. Every curve, every gasp, every time she looked up at me like I was the only thing that existed. When I learned she was Nathan's daughter, it felt like fate handed me the perfect excuse to pull her close. To keep her. To make sure no one else ever touched what was already mine.

I went to her apartment that day telling myself it was just concern-she looked wrecked at work, pale and unsteady. But the second I saw her in that towel, hair dripping, skin flushed... all restraint vanished. I told myself she was too drunk that first night to remember me. That's why she never brought it up. That's why I never pushed. I wanted her to come to me on her own. Wanted her to crave it the way I did.

Dang it. I shouldn't have gone.

Shouldn't have looked at her body.

Shouldn't have touched her.

Her soft, wet heat under my tongue. Her lips parting on a moan. Those wide eyes locked on mine while she came apart.

I was asking too much and I knew it. Seem I always had Oliver's Twist after all.

I've barely slept since. Every night I watch the feeds-her office camera, the hallway ones, even the building entrance. I sit in this chair and stare like a goddamn addict. Today was worse. Seeing her talk to one of the junior analysts, laughing at something he said... it clawed at me. I don't even know the guy's name. Doesn't matter. No one gets to make her smile like that except me.

Then she left her office. Walked down the hall for water. My dispenser on her floor had been empty for days-I'd meant to have it fixed. She stopped at the main one. Filled her cup. Drank. Filled it again.

That's when he appeared behind her.

Ethan.

His hand landed on her ass like he had the right.

Rage hit me so fast my vision tunneled. That perfect curve belonged to me. Only me.

I watched her flinch. Watched her try to step away. Watched him crowd her against the wall, whispering something that made her face drain of color. She looked terrified. Small. Like she knew exactly what he was capable of.

I slammed my palm on the desk.

"I'll fucking kill him."

I grabbed my phone. Dialed her extension. It rang out. Dialed again.

Finally she answered, voice small. "Hello, Mr...?"

"Get to my office. Now."

I kept the feed open while she hurried down the hall. Derrick watched her go, that smug tilt to his mouth. I zoomed in. Couldn't read his expression clearly, but I didn't need to. I knew men like him.

A knock. I barked for her to enter.

Aisha stepped in first. "Sir, you have the board meeting in an hour, and-"

"I know. I'll handle it." I waved her out.

She gave a quick bow and a professional smile, then paused at the door. Isabella was approaching. They exchanged a few quiet words-Aisha said something that made Isabella laugh. A real laugh. Soft. Bright. The sound hit me like sunlight after weeks of dark.

Then she was inside.

She stood in front of my desk, eyes glued to the floor. Hands trembling at her sides. That cheap dress clung where the water had soaked through. Shoes scuffed. Hair falling out of its tie. She looked fragile. Exhausted. Nothing like the woman who'd begged under me days ago.

It hurt to see her like this.

"What happened to your dress?" I asked, keeping my voice flat.

She hesitated. Eyes darted everywhere but my face.

"I... I went to get water. Almost tripped on the way back. It spilled."

Bullshit.

"You almost tripped."

She swallowed hard.

"I'm talking to you, Angioletto."

The nickname slipped out sharper than I meant. She flinched.

"There was no water in my office dispenser," she tried again. "I got thirsty. Tripped coming back."

Still lying. Still refusing to meet my eyes. What was she hiding?

I leaned forward. "Look at me."

She did-finally. Those big eyes glassy, scared. Like she thought I was about to fire her. I feel like she always assumed the worse.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

She sat when I nodded toward the chair. Good girl. Always so quick to obey.

I studied her. The way she held herself together even when she was falling apart. The night in New York she hadn't taken a single bill from the nightstand, even when hundreds were scattered like trash. She could've grabbed my watch. My black card. Anything. She didn't. That kind of honesty is rare. It makes me want to wrap her up and never let the world touch her again.

"I have a headache," I said.

She stood immediately. Uncertain.

"Aren't you going to check?"

She nodded. Rushed around the desk. Stood between my knees. Her small hands settled on my head-gentle, careful. She drew me closer until my forehead rested against her stomach. Fingers threaded through my hair, massaging slow circles over my scalp.

Christ.

I closed my eyes. Let myself feel it. Her warmth. Her scent-clean soap and faint vanilla. My cock twitched. I ignored it. Focused on the soft pressure of her fingertips. On the way she didn't pull away.

Her phone buzzed on the chair across the room.

She didn't move.

"You going to get that?"

She smiled faintly. Stepped back. Picked it up. The screen lit her face for a second before she angled it away-but not fast enough.

Ethan.

The name burned into my brain.

She ended the call without answering. Walked back. Hesitated.

"I should get something for your headache, Sir."

I rolled my eyes. Stood. Pointed near the mini fridge in the corner.

"Stay here the rest of the day. Drinks are in there. My head's fine."

She looked like she might argue-then thought better of it. Walked slowly back to the chair. Sat.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

The saddest sound I'd ever heard from her.

I straightened my tie. Grabbed my tablet. I should attend my Meeting first. Then I deal with Ethan.

And after that... I deal with her.

No more hiding. No more pretending she doesn't remember.

She's mine.

She just doesn't know it yet.

And the message? I knew she remembered me .

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