His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

I stood there long after the gates closed,

The dust from the tires settled slowly against the gravel. The engine noise faded. The road curved out of sight.

And still, I didn’t move.

It felt like something had been physically removed from my chest. The Villa was quieter without them. Not peaceful Just empty. It didn’t feel like home without them. No place ever would.

Marco approached cautiously. “They’ll reach the airport in thirty–five minutes.”

I nodded.

“Perimeter reinforced. Men rotated.”

“Good”

He waited, like he expected further instruction.

I didn’t have any.

Because the next move was no longer tactical.

It was political.

I turned and walked back inside.

The hallway still carried the faint scent of Isabella’s perfume/Mateo’s laughter echoed faintly in memory.

You’re doing the right thing. Safety first. Always. I repeated it like a mantra as I went to my office.

By the time I closed the door behind me, the silence became suffocating.

I sat down slowly.

For the first time since yesterday, there was no immediate crisis demanding action. Just decision. And the weight of it I picked up my phone and stared at Alessia’s name. This is the moment. Once I made this call, there was no returning

I thought of Isabella in the car. The way she had searched my face. The way she had said it’s not like we’re going away forever.

She had no idea.

I closed my eyes briefly.

If I do thus, I lose her. Completely.

Because she will not tolerate being second choice. She shouldn’t.

But if I don’t do this, if I try to dismantle my inner circle without reinforced alliances then the Vicilis push toner. The

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Emolé adapts. The breaches continue.

And one day I won’t arrive five seconds early

I pressed dial.

Alessia answered on the second ring. “Dominic?”

“Are you with your father?”

A pause. “Yes.”

“Put him on.”

There was rustling. A low murmurt Then her father’s voice came through, steady and composed. “Yes.”

“I’ll agree,” I said.

There was silence on the other end for a while. Not shocked. Just confirmation.

“To the alliance,” I clarified. “Publicly.”

र

“Understood,” he replied.

“We move quickly.”

“Yes.”

“Announce within forty–eight hours.”

“Of course.”

I ended the call before he could say anything else.

Forty–eight hours. That’s how long Isabella had before the world shifted under her feet.

I set the phone down slowly. It didn’t feel like triumph. It felt like surrender. To necessity. To strategy. To the brucal mathematics of this life.

Father first. Leader second. Lover last.

I leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

Mateo’s voice echoed again.

Dominic wasn’t scared.

He was wrong. I was terrified. Not of enemies. But of losing her.

I pulled up the secure council channel

Emergency meeting. Tonight.

Within minutes, confirmations began to appear.

The machine was moving. And I was the one who set it in motion.

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By evening, the penthouse was full. Not of celebration. Of calculation

Alessia stood across the room, pale but composed. When our eyes met, hers filled with something fragle Hose

It twisted something inside me

Her father spoke first, outlining the strategic consolidation.

Public unity. Merged security networks. Shared assets. Reinforced legitimacy

The men around the table nodded.

They saw strength. They saw deterrence. They saw the correct move.

None of them saw Isabella standing in a hallway last night, asking me what I wasn’t telling her. None of thes held our son.

“Dominic?” her father prompted.

I stood.

“This alliance is not personal,” I said evenly. “It is structural. Effective immediately, our operations will coordinate.”

A murmur of approval.

I continued, voice steady. “The engagement will be announced publicly within two days.”

The words tasted like ash. I watched as Alessia’s breath hitched slightly, her hope solidifying into relief

She stepped closer after the meeting dispersed.

“You won’t regret this. We will always be together after this,” she said softly.

I looked at her. She believed that.

“I don’t regret necessary decisions,” I replied.

But that wasn’t the same thing.

Later, alone in the penthouse, I walked to the window. The city stretched below me, glittering and indifferens

I imagined Sicily.

Isabella unpacking. Mateo running towards the water. My mother watching them carefully.

She might already feel something shifting. She knows me. She always has. I checked my phone. No m

yet.

Good.

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