“Why are you wearing panties?” he growled dangerously in my ear, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. “Did you forget that I told you not to wear them and to always be ready for me in our bed?” My heart raced. I didn’t want to provoke my husband, his rage was an unpleasant one. Alessandro Valentino, the Mafia lord of Western Italy—my husband. I had been so exhausted and sick lately that I had forgotten everything he had said. Alessandro was undeniably wealthy and handsome, but he was also incredibly dangerous. Upsetting him could lead to serious consequences—like a bullet to the head. Our marriage wasn’t a mutual one; it was an arranged union. Alessandro married me because his grandfather insisted on it. I was an orphan who had saved his grandfather’s life, and he believed I was the perfect bride for his grandson. When Alessandro resisted, his grandfather threatened to disown him, stripping him of all his inheritance, including the Mafia empire and Valentino Enterprises. His grandfather was a strong figure in the Mafia, and no one dared defy him, at least no one who valued their lives did. From the start, Alessandro didn’t care for me; he often called me a gold digger and never missed a chance to express his disdain. I lay there, his burning gaze fixed on me as he pressed his naked body against mine softly. My skin reacted involuntarily to his touch, but then he tore my panties away and entered me without warning, making me cry out in pain. I wasn’t prepared for this; I had no intention of having sex tonight.
View MoreEnzo PovI leaned against the bar, nursing a glass of scotch, watching the chaos unfold around me with Maria by my side. The moment Vanessa planted a kiss on Alessandro, the flash of cameras erupted, capturing the scene from every angle. Within seconds, it was everywhere—social media, news feeds, you name it. But no one bothered to catch what happened right after. Alessandro stepped back, pushing her away with a gentle but firm hand, his voice dropping low, cold, and clear."Don't do that again. I’m a married man," he warned.I doubt anyone heard her murmured apology, and it didn’t look like Alessandro was going to set the record straight either. That Casanova reputation? It was exactly the image he wanted, a perfect smokescreen to keep his wife safe. The last thing he needed was anyone thinking she mattered to him, making her an easy target for anyone wanting to get at him. He was known for bringing anyone but his wife to these parties, making sure people thought she was nothing to h
Alessandro's voice sliced through the air, cold and sharp. “In your own words, wife,” he sneered, his smirk loaded with threat. My throat tightened, but I managed to stammer, “N-no!”His gaze drilled into mine, victorious. “Exactly. And that’s the only answer I expect from you,” he drawled, each word heavy with contempt. Just then, Maria, standing off to the side, let her words slip in a hateful mutter, “Then… whose child is it?” She feigned an innocent expression, quickly backtracking with, “I… I didn’t mean to say that.”Her words hit their mark, lighting a dangerous fire in Alessandro’s eyes. He seized my face, fingers digging painfully into my skin. I felt like he might snap me in two. Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “If I find out you’re carrying another man’s child…” he warned, his tone oozing danger, “I’ll kill you and that bastard baby.” My heart sank, but I knew better than to try to defend myself. No explanation would satisfy him; I could feel it.
I hurried to the kitchen, hoping to get breakfast on the table before Alessandro accuses me of delaying. The last thing I wanted was to give him another reason to be mad at me. But suddenly, i felt dizzy again, my vision blurred, I had to stop and grab the railing, breathing through the wave of nausea. The early stages of pregnancy were already taking its toll on me, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hide it.After a few moment of trying to steady myself, I pushed forward, managing to reach the kitchen and start cooking. We had servants, but they treated me just as poorly as he did, cold and indifferent because my own husband didn’t respect me. But I was enduring it all for one reason—my baby. This tiny life growing inside me gave me hope, dreams and a reason to keep going. Even if Alessandro didn’t love me, I’d always loved him, and I couldn’t help but believe that this miracle baby was a chance for us. Maybe once he held our child in his arms, he’d see me differently, maybe
A knock on the door jolted me awake the next morning, I opened my eyes, a wave of panic washed over me. Alessandro’s arm was wrapped tightly around me, pinning me against his hard chest. The warmth of his body was unmistakable, yet it confused me. Why was he holding me like this when he barely seemed to tolerate me? Did he get so drunk last night that he forgot his usual scorn?I shifted just slightly, careful not to wake him, and risked a glance at his face. My gaze traced the sharp angles of his jaw and those powerful shoulders I’d seen dominate so many rooms—and so many people. Despite the bitterness i felt in our marriage, I couldn’t deny how magnetic he looked, even in sleep. His muscular arms were wrapped around me like a cage, each tattooed line heightening his strength. His thick thighs tangled with mine, and the heat of his body pressed against me in a way that had my heart racing. I bit back a sigh, forcing my gaze away from his closed eyes, strong, and calm face. I felt t
The clock ticked past midnight, and I lay still fast asleep, unaware of the world around me. After a long and exhausting day, I craved the calmness of a peaceful rest at night. Suddenly, a heavy weight pressed down beside me on the bed, sinking my petite form deeper into the mattress. Panic surged through me, and I bolted upright, my eyes darting through the darkness of the room. Those intense, bright blue eyes pierced through the gloom, staring back at me with mixed emotions I knew all too well but still couldn’t quite understand. I didn’t need to turn on the light to know who it was. I knew it was him—his touch, his scent, his eyes, and the heat radiating from his body. “Why are you wearing panties?” he growled dangerously in my ear, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. “Did you forget that I told you not to wear them and to always be ready for me in our bed?” My heart raced. I didn’t want to provoke my husband, his rage was an unpleasant one. Alessandro Valentino, the Mafia l
The clock ticked past midnight, and I lay still fast asleep, unaware of the world around me. After a long and exhausting day, I craved the calmness of a peaceful rest at night. Suddenly, a heavy weight pressed down beside me on the bed, sinking my petite form deeper into the mattress. Panic surged through me, and I bolted upright, my eyes darting through the darkness of the room. Those intense, bright blue eyes pierced through the gloom, staring back at me with mixed emotions I knew all too well but still couldn’t quite understand. I didn’t need to turn on the light to know who it was. I knew it was him—his touch, his scent, his eyes, and the heat radiating from his body. “Why are you wearing panties?” he growled dangerously in my ear, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. “Did you forget that I told you not to wear them and to always be ready for me in our bed?” My heart raced. I didn’t want to provoke my husband, his rage was an unpleasant one. Alessandro Valentino, the Mafia l...
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