Chapter 10
The cruel game began subtly, like all of Dante’s torments, woven into the fabric of their twisted routine. After the night in the study scrolling through the Phoenix files together, Elena had sensed a shift, his obsession fracturing under the weight of her presence. But instead of softening, Dante doubled down. If she wouldn’t break under violence, isolation, or whispered comparisons, he would try jealousy.
It started at breakfast the next morning. Elena sat at his right hand as usual, the table laden with reports of broken men and syndicate dealings. A stunning woman with raven hair and curves poured into a designer dress joined them midway through one of Dante’s “associates,” he called her with a casual smile. “Lila, meet my wife. Elena, Lila have been invaluable in the Ph
