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The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 145
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his mice and deadly Get out, all of you. “Now.**
termed to reduce off him he beat. The sin on his temple
shatter under the pressure. His skin flushed crimson, and his
was a task of Fary, his features twisted with an anger so new
theabbed visibly, his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder his teeth digh barats, belled into fists at his sides, trembled as he struggled to keep him from exploding
Glofia’s words hung in the air like a toxic cloud, her smeer digging into bind the barbs.
*How long has she been warning your bed this time, bub, Luca?” the spat ber voice dripping with disdain, her sharp eyes daring him to deny
The room seemed to crackle with the intensity of his restrained rage. For heartbeat, no one moved or spoke. Then Loca exploded.
*GET OUT, MOTHER!” he thundered, the words slamming into the room a thunderclap. His voice was hoarse with suppressed fury, the sound guttural and raw as it tore from his throat. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing, his entire body vibrating with the effort to contain
himself. “Now?*
The venom in his voice was unmistakable, a warning that even Giulia couldn’t ignore. But he wasn’t done. Turning sharply toward his sister, his tone dropped to something even more dangerous–a low, seething hiss that carried the weight of a barely contained storm.
“Get her out of here,” he ordered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with a chilling finality. His piercing gaze bore into his sister, making it abundantly clear he wasn’t asking “Now. Or I swear, I’ll do something I regret later.”
It was the way he said it–his words like a blade poised to strike, his entire being coiled tightly, ready to snap–that finally drove the point home. His sister’s eyes widened as realization dawned. Luca wasn’t bluffing. He was teetering on the very edge of his patience, one step away
from losing control entirely.
She moved swiftly, placing a firm hand on Giulia’s arm, her voice faltering as she urged, “Come on, Mama. Let’s go.”
**Ma, please!** his sister pleaded desperately, rushing to Caulia’s side as the tension in the room reached a boiling point. Her voice wavered, but her grip on their mother’s arm was firm. “Ma, he’s not in his right mind right now. Please, we’ll talk to him later–when he’s calmer.
*Please!**
Giulia barely acknowledged her daughter, her eyes fixed on Luca with a venomous glare, her lips curled into a disdainful sneer. She was still spitting insults under her breath, each word a fresh dagger aimed at her son’s pride. But his sister tugged harder, physically pulling their mother back from Luca’s line of fire.
**Ma*** she begged again, more urgently now. “We need to leave–now.” Her wide, pleading eyes darted to their uncle, who stood nearby, arms Crossed and face grim.
The older man sighed heavily. He stepped forward, his voice low and somber as he addressed his sister. “Giulia… enough. We should go.”
“You’ve said enough. We’ll talk to Laca when he’s in a better state of mind when he’s thinking clearly and not letting his emotions cloud his
rys flashed with fury, but she allowed herself to be dragged toward the door.
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