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As I quicken my pace, a sense of unease gnaws at me, each step echoing louder in the deserted street. Is it the bodyguard Salvatore sent, or are they the ones whom my family dispatched? The shadows seem to grow longer, stretching sinister fingers towards me as I walk faster, my heart hammering in my chest.

Maybe the person won't follow me anymore with this distance. After all, if they intended harm, they would've seized the opportunity long ago. Yet, despite my rationalizations, a chill runs down my spine, my senses on high alert.

Each breath feels heavier, laden with apprehension, as I finally reach my apartment building. My gaze flickers to the illuminated window of my flat, a beacon of eerie warmth in the darkened street.

With trembling fingers, I punch in the password on the door, each digit a nerve-wracking countdown to whatever awaits me inside. As the lock clicks open, I steel myself for what lies beyond, my mind racing with a torrent of unanswered questions.

With a deep breath, I cross the threshold, the door swinging shut behind me in a muffled click. Yet, to my surprise, there's no sound—no creak of floorboards, no whisper of movement. It's as if the world holds its breath in anticipation, and I'm left standing in the deafening silence, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm of uncertainty.

As I step into the dimly lit hallway, a man emerges from the shadows, an eerie smile etched on his face, his figure obscured by the darkness. "Oh, you're home?" he utters, his voice dripping with an unsettling tone.

"Come on in. You must've been tired, right?" he continues, his apron stained with an ominous crimson hue.

Before I can react, he lunges towards me, his movements swift and predatory. Instinct takes over as I deliver a swift punch, my adrenaline-fueled reflexes kicking into action. With a deft maneuver, I secure his arm and swiftly drop him to the ground, his groans echoing through the silent apartment.

As he struggles to compose himself, his voice barely above a whisper, he utters my name, "Val... Valentina."

Recognition dawns upon me as I gaze upon his face. "Salvatore?" I breathe, my heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.

"How did you get in?" I demand, my hands trembling with a surge of adrenaline. "Did you order your man to break down the door and force his way in?" The accusation hangs heavy in the air, fueled by my simmering rage and mistrust.

Salvatore meets my gaze, his expression a mix of guilt and regret. "About that today..." he begins, but I cut him off, my voice tinged with fury.

"Salvatore, I want to know why you're here. Did you mean it when you said you wouldn't impose on me, or were those just empty promises?" My words echo through the tense silence, each syllable laden with the weight of my doubts and fears.

As I glare at him with intensity, Salvatore's gaze meets mine, a flicker of recognition passing between us. His voice trembles with urgency as he reaches out to me, his touch igniting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But I push him away, my resolve unwavering. "Let go!" I snap, my voice laced with desperation.

"Just leave me," I implore, my heart heavy with the burden of mistrust and betrayal.

But his next words stop me in my tracks, freezing me in disbelief. "A thief broke into your house," he confesses, his admission shattering the fragile semblance of normalcy. My eyes widen in shock as I turn to face him, the gravity of his revelation sinking in. "Wait, what?" I gasp, my mind reeling with the implications of his words.

Salvatore's gaze softens as he looks at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I know, Bella, you have a lot of questions," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring. "But let's have dinner first, okay? I'll tell you everything, without hiding anything from you." His words hang in the air, carrying a sense of earnestness and sincerity.

As Salvatore busies himself in the kitchen, preparing a comforting meal of pasta, my mind whirls with a myriad of emotions. Despite the tension between us, there's a flicker of hope in his eyes, a silent plea for reconciliation.

"I received a message," he finally confesses, his voice laden with a weight I can't quite comprehend. The air grows heavy with anticipation as I wait for him to reveal the contents of the message, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

Flashback-

A/N: From now on you will get plenty of Salvatore's pov too

As the sun begins its descent, casting an amber glow over the city, the driver's voice interrupts my reverie. "Mr. Director, the sun is about to set. Should we depart?" he asks, his words pulling me back from my thoughts of Valentina. She's become my fascination, my pastime, and I find myself watching her from the window of my car as she works tirelessly.

"Stay here for a little bit longer," I reply, my gaze lingering on her figure as she moves gracefully amidst the bustling streets below.

The driver nods obediently, and I sink deeper into contemplation, lost in the enigma of my wife.

But then, messages flood my phone, pulling me back to the harsh reality of the present. "Director, maybe we should head to Madam's house now?" the driver suggests, his tone tinged with concern.

My heart clenches in my chest, and shock washes over me as I hear the news. A thief has broken into her house. Panic grips me as I imagine Valentina alone, vulnerable amidst the chaos.

"I heard that a thief broke into her house," a woman nearby informs the police, her voice trembling with fear and distress.

Without a moment's hesitation, I present my national ID and marriage picture to the police, asserting my identity as Valentina's husband. Room 400, I tell them, my mind racing with worry.

As I step into the house, surrounded by yellow tape and the remnants of the intrusion, a surge of protectiveness washes over me. Everything is in disarray, a stark contrast to the serenity Valentina deserves.

They wouldn't have dared to break in if they didn't have a specific target in mind. I begin cleaning up the mess, determined to shield Valentina from the ugliness of the world outside.

But beneath my facade of composure, fear gnaws at me. This intrusion is a warning—a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows. And as I navigate through the chaos of Valentina's violated sanctuary, I vow to protect her at all costs, even if it means facing the darkest corners of my own world.

Present-

"So, I cleaned up your house, Bella, and I'm making dinner right now," I announce, setting a steaming plate of pasta on the table.

"Were these plates in my house?" Valentina questions, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"I bought them while I was at the market. In cooking, the decorating phase is the most important," I explain, taking a seat opposite her.

Her smile... it's like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. My heart swells at the sight of it—so beautiful, my wife, my darling, my Bella.

I watch her as she eats, her movements graceful and delicate. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a simple gesture that fills me with warmth.

"I'm sorry," she says suddenly, her voice tinged with guilt.

Why is she apologizing? Has something upset her?

"What's the matter? Is the food not to your liking? If so, I can add some spice or whip up something new," I offer, ready to cater to her every whim.

"No, I wasn't apologizing for the food. I was apologizing for getting angry at you just now," she confesses, her gaze downcast.

"It's understandable, my princess. I thought you might be frightened, so I didn't contact you first. But I was wrong again. It's your affairs, and yet, you're the last one to know about them. I'm really sorry," I say, placing the fork gently in her hand.

"Eat a lot, princess," I encourage, watching fondly as she takes another bite.

Once she's finished eating, I begin washing the plates, the rhythmic clinking of dishes filling the silence between us.

"Nothing was stolen, right?" I ask, a hint of concern lacing my voice. If anything is missing, I'll replace it without hesitation.

"It seems like it. I don't think there's anything worth stealing in this house," she replies, her tone resigned.

But oh, how wrong she is. To me, she's priceless, worth more than any material possession. I resist the urge to tell her, knowing that now isn't the time.

My dearest Bella, my precious treasure, you are the light in the darkness of my world. Every breath you take, every move you make, I watch over you, protect you, for you are mine and mine alone. If anyone dares to threaten what is mine, they will face the full wrath of my power. You are my everything, my life, my love, and I will stop at nothing to keep you safe by my side, forever and always.

As I dry the plates, a flicker of worry crosses my mind. "While you were going back and forth to your office, did you encounter any strangers in the area?" I inquire, my gaze piercing as I search for any sign of distress in her eyes.

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