After their hot session, Bella was still thinking about what had happened tonight, so she couldn't sleep while Rafael was already asleep on the bed.She saw Alexander, and his memories were still vivid in her mind. She naively trusted me, but he deceived her and played with her emotions.She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt that lingered in her heart. Bella tossed and turned, trying to make sense of it all. She couldn't believe that someone she had cared for so deeply could have been capable of such cruelty. How could she have been so blind to his true intentions? The weight of it all felt suffocating.She got out of bed and moved toward the balcony, gazing up at the overcast sky. She remembered that Alexander had saved her when her life had been in a similar situation with heavy clouds. But that was all part of his plan.Bella's eyes gazed out at the overcast sky, her mind consumed by the turmoil of her past. She couldn't believe that Alexander, the person she had
"Don't forget I am Rafael King’s wife, and you should know your place; you better stay away from me if you don't want to end up like your brother."As soon as she pushed him and turned and walked inside the mansion, she saw Rafael standing there."Rafael!""Go and sit inside the car; I'll be there in a minute; we are leaving," he said firmly."But"He stared at her,"Okay," she nodded and left.He walks toward Alexander, and Rafael is not in a good mood.Rafael's eyes blazed with anger as he approached Alexander, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're a dead man walking, Alexander," Rafael growled, his voice low and menacing.Alexander scoffed, "You'll never be able to touch me, Rafael. You'll hurt Eva; trust me, she wants me."Rafael's eyes narrowed. "You're even more stupid than I thought. My wife wants me, not some cheater. How dare you touch her?"Alexander's smile was taunting. "Oh, I've done more than touch her, Rafael. I've had her. And she loved every minute of it."Rafael's
"Did you ever sleep with Alexander?" he asked, looking into her eyes.Rafael's question made her stunned. Eva's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling from the sudden question. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her."Wh-what?" she stuttered, trying to process the question.Rafael's gaze bore into hers, his eyes searching for the truth. "Did. You. Ever. Sleep. With. Alexander?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing.Eva's face felt like it was on fire, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. She tried to look away, but Rafael's grip on her chin held her in place."No," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Rafael's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Don't lie to me, Eva," he growled. "I need to know the truth."Eva's heart was racing, her mind racing with thoughts of Alexander and their past. She knew she had to tell Rafael the truth, but she was scared of his reaction."I...I kissed him," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But tha
Rafael was truly obsessed with her. After that, he picked her up in his arm and walked inside the bathroom, standing under the shower and making love once more.Rafael's eyes locked onto Eva's, his gaze burning with intensity. He moved closer, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle yet possessive kiss. "You are mine," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Mine to cherish, mine to love, mine to protect."The warm water of the shower cascaded down around them, enveloping them in a cozy embrace. Rafael's hands roamed Eva's body, his touch tender and loving.He claimed her lips with a tender, yet passionate kiss, whispering, "You are mine, my everything. My heart beats for you alone." In that moment, Eva knew she was home. She felt the weight of Rafael's devotion, the unshakeable foundation of his love. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she realized she was cherished, truly, and deeply loved.Rafael's voice was a gentle whisper, a soothing melody that calmed her very
“I want you to respect me, Eleanor.” Her voice firmed.Eleanor's eyes flashed with anger, her face pale with rage. "How dare you address me by my first name?" she spat, her voice trembling with indignation. "You will address me as Mrs. King. Never Eleanor."Eva stood her ground, her eyes locked onto Eleanor's. "I'm sorry, Eleanor," she said, deliberately using the first name again. "But I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not. I'm Rafael's wife, and I'll address you as I see fit."Eleanor's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "You will show some respect," she hissed. "I am your elder, and I am Rafael's mother. You will not disrespect me like this."Eva smiled a calm, calculated smile. "To get respect, you have to give respect first and you are calling me an outsider; I rule your son's heart; I am his queen, and you are talking about bloodline, the same bloodline that was once his wife, who killed her own father; what kind of blood of your family?" She
Eva finds herself at a loss for words as a lavish supper is planned and everyone is seated; nonetheless, Rafael is comforting her by holding her hand beneath the table. Her life was ordinary until a few months ago, and now she's dining with some of the top mob bosses in the world. She glanced to Rafael, who returned the stare with a smile.As the waiters poured wine and served the first course, Eva's mind raced with thoughts of her unexpected journey. From a simple life to a world of luxury and danger, she had become a part of something much bigger than herself.Rafael's hand, warm and reassuring, tightened around hers, as if sensing her unease. She felt a surge of gratitude towards him, her husband, her protector, and her love.Don Esposito, the patriarch of the Esposito family, raised his glass, his voice booming across the table. "To new alliances, cheers!" The room erupted with the sound of clinking glasses.Santiago kept glancing in the direction of the door, as though he was exp
Eva was looking at Esposito’s estate from the balcony; it was a huge place, and there was tight security all around. How can she forget that this is what the life of a mafia is like? She remembers her old days when she was just a normal reporter and used to wait for hours to interview the celebrities and big businessmen, but still she was happy in that life because it was a simple life—no guards, no guns, only peace.Eva's gaze swept across the sprawling estate, the lush gardens, and the imposing walls that seemed to suffocate her. She felt like a bird in a gilded cage, trapped in a life that wasn't hers. The security was suffocating, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.As she stood there, lost in thought, her mind wandered back to her old life. She remembered the thrill of chasing down a lead, the rush of adrenaline as she waited for hours to get a scoop. She had been a normal reporter with normal problems, not like this...this mafia's wife.She longed for
"Stop the car," she shouted."No," said Rafael."Rafael King, stop the car before I jump out," she held the door handle tightly.Rafael was forced to obey Eva, and he pressed the brake hard. As soon as the door opened, Eva got out of the car."Eva, come back." Rafael shouted, but she was walking on an empty road; she needed time for herself, but Rafael could not leave her like this; she was his wife, and his enemies could do anything at any time.Rafael's feet pounded the pavement as he ran after Eva, his voice echoing through the empty road. "Eva, wait! Come back!"Eva didn't stop; she didn't even flinch. She kept walking, her pace steady and determined.Rafael gained on her, his long strides closing the distance. "Eva, please!" he shouted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't do this!"Just as he was about to grab her arm, Eva spun around, her eyes flashing with anger. "Leave me alone, Rafael!" she spat,Rafael's face twisted in frustration. Rafael's grip on Eva's hand was like