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The blindfold was gone and I felt alone in the room the next morning. I am feeling swollen down there. Blinking, my sleepy eyes drifted around. The wealth speaks loud, everything is the best from their times and expensive. My mother used to tell me that we should try to purchase good things, they would last longer. That's what money brought us. With expensive furniture, and dark walls which felt quite strange to me, it looked weird but also beautiful. Weird because it shows a dark and very strong personality. I shook my head. I could still feel his touch on my skin. I'm not blindfolded, or tied. I let out a small smile looking down at myself but also wondering about finding myself wearing an oversized black shirt. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to my elbows. I didn't do this. He dressed me up. He's not as bad as I was considering him. My gaze kept drifting, my head filled with his touch, flesh pressed against mine. The shock made me draw in a sharp
I want to kiss her like I need my next breath seeing her innocence and want to strangle hearing her talk about going home. It's her home with me. She can wander around the house, the day she will realize that it's her life. If she had been on the stage, the bidding would have gone across twenty million. She was brought into Marcus's office. They are my trusted men who bid on her including Marcus. She signed up for auction. Marcus knows what kind of wife I want. He knows she caught my attention a year ago. He sent me her details. To get rid of my father's nagging question, or to save myself from most attempts of tying me to knots with one of Underboss's daughters frustrated me. All women were there willingly. I'm against it and Marcus too. But his hands are tied until his old man is still breathing. I didn't believe that she was a virgin until last night when I took her. She's gorgeous and more gorgeous without clothes and just wearing my shirt. I smile. She's too innocen
I bolted upright feeling a touch on my arm. My heart is slamming against my chest. But when I turn my sleepy eyes to him. A smile spread on my lips. Then everything hit me. He didn't let me leave the room. I flattened my lips and looked away. "I am upset with you. Don't talk to me." I mostly stayed busy with my work. I talked to everyone but did not have any particular friends. I don't know how to behave around him. I pick up to be real. I'm upset with him. He should have known that I'm not softened toward him. I just couldn't help. He chuckled softly. "Thank you for letting me know." "Are you mocking me?" I stare at him, offended. He brushed his fingers on my cheek. "Why would I do that? You're such a good girl." I huffed. "You're mocking me, Mr." "Would you like to have a tour of the house?" He asked. "No." I said, flatly. "I know the way to the kitchen and back to my room. Thank you so much." I look around to find a wall cloc
I don't know how I could sleep all day and night. I'm spending most of my time sleeping. The hanging clock on the wall was telling it was seven in the morning. I dolled up for the day. It didn't take me much time when my feet reached the shore. I giggle when cold water touches my feet. I picked a midi dress so I don't have to pick my dress up while walking along the shore. There are mostly gowns for me. I should buy myself some dresses of my choice. It keeps hovering in my head that I'm sold to him. He's good to me. For now. If he's mafia, I shouldn't expect good things. He hasn't told me his motivation yet. I'm his wife. If it was just a one-night stand. What I'm doing here. Shouldn't he let me go? I didn't see him after breakfast. "So you find the way." His sudden voice startled me. Inhaling, I force myself to show my calm side. "Yes," I muttered, finding my voice. "I hope you didn't mind, Vincenzo." I cleared my throat, hiding my nervousness
It feels like I gave a part of my soul to her when the night I took her virginity. She belongs to me. I would keep her away from the cruelty of my world. The wedding is tomorrow. Willow came to me and asked to send my wife with her. I refused it immediately. Clara has to gain my trust first. I could see her uneasiness, her fear in her eyes. I have seen the fight in them, a desire to escape away from here. I didn't want it to happen like this. I could take her the day I saw her. But I want things to be normal with her. My brows furrowed smelling metallic scent in the air. I felt her behind me. She makes soft noises as she walks, her eyes always exploring her surroundings. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Something isn’t right. As I straighten, I glance around. Nothing appears out of place. I turn and she's already looking at me. She lowers her gaze. I’ve learned to trust my gut. In my line of business, paying attention to the body’s signals help
Vincenzo sighs impatiently as he keeps looking at me. Guns were pointed at us. They could have killed us. My body shivered, recalling the dead body floating on the water. A shiver ran down my spine. I furrowed my brows still finding him looking at me. "What just happened?" I asked, terrified. "Nothing serious. You're fine." A scowl crawled over his forehead. I shook my head. "Don't change the topic. You know what I'm asking." I asked, with my pounding heart in my ears. "There's nothing to worry about." He remains like a closed book. "Someone was dead in the water. I saw one of the men strangling another to death. How could you say it's nothing?" My voice rose in fear. I let out a trembling breath. He sighs with exasperation. "You already know enough. What do you expect from a mob life?" He said coldly. "I didn't choose this." Tears burn in my eyes. "You like it or not. You're mine. That makes you part of this too." Hi
I couldn't sleep at night. The floating dead body gives me nightmares. I miss him. But the wedding topic stays hovering over my head. She's lucky to have a grand wedding. After walking a long path of darkness, light feels amazing. "You didn't sleep." Vincenzo's brows furrowed together finding me seated on the couch. Leaning in, he greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. His lips felt warm on my skin for that fleeting second. I lifted my lashes, locking my gaze with him. "I couldn't sleep." It creased his forehead. The silence was uncomfortable. He was finding the reason. He brushed his fingertips on my cheek. I like the closeness. "I'm fine. I'm excited about the wedding." I told him. Ivan's mansion is a ten-minute drive away from here. I am not allowed to go out. If I would try they'd consider this an attempt to run away. I don't want to know what he would do to me. He doesn't look convinced but he nods his head as he loses his tie,
Dusk fell over and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at peace. The air smelled fresh, like warm spring rain. Except there was no sign of rain at all. "Here you are," Goosebumps rippled through my arms and neck hearing a deep, full of anger tone. I snivel my neck to see who. "You spoiled my wedding." Ivan aggravated, his blue eyes blazing at me. My heart stopped. I jumped on my feet and took several steps back in fear. Silence stretched on, as he kept his cold gaze on me. First Marcus and now Ivan, they're scaring me, reminding me that I'm his purchase in the auction. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. He placed it against his ear. "I found her. On the terrace." Discounting, he shoved it back, giving me another cold glare. A couple of beats passed. I heard footsteps ringing as they approached. I panicked. My eyes were glued to the door, heart pounding in my ears. His furious gaze met mine, a chill