Chapter Fifty One : Trip To Spain ThreeVeronica’s POV The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, as Bruno took me on a grand tour of Madrid. He was determined to show me the city's charm, and he spared no expense in making sure I experienced the best of everything.We started each day with a leisurely breakfast at a quaint café, sipping coffee and nibbling on pastries as we planned our itinerary. Bruno was always impeccably dressed, his tailored suits and designer sunglasses making him look like a movie star. I, on the other hand, was dressed in stylish outfits he had chosen for me, feeling like a princess in my designer dresses and high heels.Our first stop was the Prado Museum, where we spent hours marveling at the works of Goya, Velázquez, and El Greco. Bruno was a knowledgeable guide, pointing out subtle details and sharing stories about the artists and their subjects. I was fascinated by his passion for art, and we spent hours lost in conversation about the paintings and
Chapter Fifty Two : Trip To Spain FourVeronica’s POV As I stood there, frozen in fear, Bruno's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Carlos's retreating back. "Vince Decalibo," he muttered, his voice low and menacing. "He thinks he can play me, but he's wrong. I'll show him who's boss."Suddenly, his phone rang, shrill in the silence. Bruno answered, his voice curt. "Yes, Vince. I know you're watching. But you'll never take me down."He listened for a moment, his eyes glinting with anger. "You think you have the upper hand, but you're wrong. I have something you want, something that will keep you in line."He paused, his gaze flicking to me. "Yes, Veronica. She's the key to our little arrangement. And if you want her to stay safe, you'll do exactly as I say."My heart raced as I realized I was a pawn in their game of power and deceit. Bruno's eyes locked on mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're mine, Veronica. And no one takes what's mine."The line went dead, and Bruno's eyes n
Chapter Fifty Three : Trip To Spain FiveVeronica’s POV As I walked hand in hand with Bruno through the charming streets of San Sebastián, I felt my heart overflowing with joy. The stunning architecture and delicious cuisine were mere backdrops to the love we shared. Every glance from Bruno's piercing eyes, every gentle touch of his hand, made my soul soar.In Valencia's picturesque Turia Gardens, Bruno surprised me with a romantic picnic, complete with chilled cava and a serenading guitarist. I felt like a queen, basking in the beauty of our love. As we strolled along the gardens, admiring the fountains and sculptures, I knew that every moment with Bruno was a gift.Our love danced to the rhythm of flamenco in a cozy Granada tablao, our feet stomping out the beat on the wooden floor. We marveled at Segovia's ancient aqueduct and majestic Alcázar, our love shining brighter than the golden sunlight.Every laugh, every kiss, every whispered promise drew us closer together. I felt like
Chapter Fifty Four : Trip To Spain SixVeronica’s POV He laughed at something so low and sexy I had to groan, annoyed with how he turned me on without effort. I put my hand on his chest to push him away but he held it there.My heart thumped. I gazed over the railing of our private booth. “What are you going to do?”“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he replied easily. “And I’m going to make you come a second time after that, when I fuck you on this bed.”“Yeah?” He spread my legs and through my panties drew his finger over my pussy. “I can suck right here if you want me to.” My jaw dropped as Bruno circled my clit. He kept his touch firm but his pace slow and languorous on me, as if he wanted to savor my every breath of reaction. His lips curled coolly upward when he felt me pulsing against him. “Baby.” He rumbled deeply when he palmed my pussy, feeling just how soaking wet he’d gotten me in barely ten seconds. my panties were on the floor, my stepbrother kneeling at the edge of the
Chapter Fifty Five : Trip To Spain Seven Veronica’s POV I kissed Bruno Back, feeling powerful as he swelled rock hard in my hand. “I didn’t get to make you come yet,” I reminded him in a murmur, gently hoisting myself onto the table. I brought my knees up and leaned back on my hands, tilting my head as I watched Bruno Slide his gaze down the length of my pussy, still naked and wet.leaning back as Brunoentered me. Grabbing my ankles, he pulled my legs up in the air, resting them against his muscled shoulders and nipping along my calves. Then with lust-drunk eyes, he gazed down at his cock slamming in and out of my pussy so hard his balls slapped against me with every thrust.“Take it off again. Show me your tits,” Brunogrowled, his six-pack clenching. His eyes glazed over as I unwrapped myself for him like a gift. He had the reins once again but I still felt in control, undressing slowly, enjoying every twitch of his lip as he patiently waited for me to get naked. “God-fucking-damni
Chapter Fifty Six : Trip To Spain Eighth Veronica’s POV As we lay in bed , the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love. Bruno's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze piercing through my soul. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears.Without a word, Bruno leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, sweet kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine, the gentle pressure, the sparks flying between us.As we kissed, the stars above us twinkled like diamonds, the lake's water lapping gently against the shore. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, to make this moment perfect.Bruno's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his kiss deepening. I felt myself melting into his embrace, our hearts beating as one, our love shining brighter than any star in the sky.In that moment, I knew that I was his, and he was mine, that our love would last a lifetim
Chapter Fifty Seven : Trip To Spain NineVeronica’s POV "I will be leaving for Italy for business," said Bruno. My heart sank at this, and I felt a pang of anxiety. "How about me?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "What will happen to me while you're away?" I added, my eyes locked on his, seeking reassurance."I will leave you in Victor's care," He replied, which made me scared when I remembered what Victor had done to me. "Why Victor?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear and distrust. "After what he did to me, how can I trust him to keep me safe?" I added, my eyes wide with anxiety. Bruno's expression softened, and he took a step closer to me, but I stepped back, my heart racing with apprehension."Bruno, how can you even suggest leaving me with him?" I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. "You know what he did to me, how he hurt me. I can't trust him, and I won't feel safe with him."Bruno's face filled with concern, and he reached out to me. "Veronica, I promise you, Victo
Chapter Fifty Eight : Trip To Spain TenVeronica’s POV I spent the next few days exploring the vibrant streets of Madrid, marveling at the stunning architecture, and indulging in the city's renowned cuisine. I visited the famous Museo del Prado, strolled through the beautiful Retiro Park, and browsed the upscale boutiques on Calle Serrano. The city's energy and charm were a welcome distraction from the ache in my heart.As I wandered, I felt a sense of freedom and independence wash over me. I was alone, but I was not lonely. I was discovering a new city, and in the process, rediscovering myself.But even as I reveled in the joy of exploration, my thoughts would occasionally drift back to Bruno. I wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking of me, and when he would return.Still, I pushed on, determined to make the most of my time in Madrid. And as the days passed, I began to realize that even in the midst of heartache, beauty and wonder could still be found.The frustration and lo
Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen: The Unexpected Visitor Veronica’s POV Bruno cautiously approached the door, his hand on the handle. He listened intently, his ears straining to pick up any sound. Suddenly, he heard a faint knock, followed by a whisper."Bruno, it's me, Sofia. I need to talk to you."Bruno's expression changed from suspicion to surprise. Sofia was a trusted ally, but what was she doing here at this hour?He opened the door, and Sofia slipped in, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "What's going on?" Bruno asked, his voice low.Sofia hesitated, glancing at me and Alejandro before focusing on Bruno. "I have information about the Rossis," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're planning something big, and it's going to happen soon."My heart skipped a beat as I exchanged a worried glance with Bruno. What were the Rossis planning, and how could we stop them?Bruno's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.Sofia h
Chapter One Hundred And Twelve : Training Veronica’s POV I gazed up at Bruno, my eyes pleading. "Please, Bruno, let me train with you. I'm tired of being the weak mafia wife, always needing protection. I want to be strong, like you. I want to be able to defend myself, and help you in your battles."Bruno's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Veronica, you're not weak. You're smart, and resourceful, and you've already proven yourself to be a valuable asset to me and our family."But I shook my head, determination burning within me. "That's not enough. I want to be more than just a valuable asset. I want to be a partner, a equal. I want to fight alongside you, not just hide behind you."Bruno's face hardened, his jaw clenched in thought. Then, he nodded. "Okay, Veronica. I'll train you. But you have to promise me one thing: you'll always prioritize your safety. I can't lose you, Veronica. You're my everything."I nodded eagerly, my heart racing
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven : Honest Veronica’s POV "We need to be careful, Bruno," I said, my voice still urgent. "Ciana is not to be underestimated. She's cunning and ruthless, and she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants."Bruno nodded, his expression serious. "I know, Veronica. I'll be careful. But I also trust you. If you're by my side, I know we can face anything Ciana throws our way."I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards him, and I knew that we were in this together. We would face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we had each other.Just then, the doorbell rang. Bruno's eyes flicked towards the door, and then back to me. "That must be Ciana," he said, his voice neutral.My heart began to race as I realized that the confrontation was about to begin. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever Ciana had in store for us.Bruno got up to answer the door, and I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. When he opened the door, Ciana was standing there, a
Chapter One Hundred And Ten : La DonaVeronica’s POVI approached Ciana in the garden, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ciana, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm but calm.She looked up at me, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "What's this about, Veronica?" she asked, her voice sweet but cautious."I know what you're up to," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "I followed you yesterday. I saw you meeting with that mysterious figure at the café."Ciana's expression changed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a smile. "Oh, that? That was just a friend from town. We were catching up."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A friend? Really? Because it looked like a lot more than that to me."Ciana sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Fine, Veronica. If you must know, I'm in trouble. I owe some people money, and they're not happy with me."My eyes widened in surprise. "You're in debt? How much?"Ciana hesitated, her eyes darting around the garden. "A lot. More than I can p
Chapter One Hundred And Nine : My Marriage Veronica’s POV I stood my ground, my eyes locked on Ciana's. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my marriage and my husband," I said, my voice firm and resolute.Ciana sneered at me, but I could see the faintest glimmer of doubt in her eyes. She knew I was onto her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.Just then, Bruno walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes darting between me and Ciana.Ciana's face transformed into a mask of innocence. "Nothing, Bruno," she said, her voice sweet and convincing. "Veronica is just being paranoid again."But I knew the truth. And I was determined to make sure Bruno knew it too. "Bruno, listen to me," I said, my voice urgent. "Ciana is not what she seems. She's been manipulating you, using her charm and wit to get what she wants."Bruno's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "What are you talking about, Veronica?" he asked, his voice firm.And s
Chapter One Hundred And Eight. : Trouble Veronica’s POV Yes, that's true. Ciana's presence seemed to bring a whirlwind of chaos and trouble into our lives. She was always pushing boundaries, testing limits, and challenging authority. Her reckless and impulsive behavior often left me feeling frustrated, worried, and even scared.Despite Bruno's assurances that she was harmless, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ciana was trouble with a capital T. She seemed to delight in causing mischief and mayhem, and her antics often left me feeling like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing what she would do next.As the days went by, I found myself growing more and more uneasy around Ciana. I didn't trust her, and I couldn't understand why Bruno was so blind to her flaws. But despite my reservations, he continued to defend her, insisting that she was a good person deep down.I hoped that he was right, but my instincts told me otherwise. And as the trouble surrounding Ciana continued to escal
Chapter One Hundred And Eight : Bruno’s Childhood friend Veronica’s POV I was busy making dinner in the kitchen when Bruno came in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Veronica, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.I looked up from the pot I was stirring, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.Bruno leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on mine. "Ciana, my childhood friend, is coming to stay with us for a few days," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of excitement.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "Ciana? I've never heard you mention her before," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.Bruno chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's because Ciana is a special friend, someone I've known since we were kids. She's interested in learning more about the mafia ways, and I offered to teach her the ropes."I felt a pang of surprise,
Chapter One Hundred And Six:Moving Forward Veronica’s POV The next few days were a blur of tears, grief, and pain, but I knew I had to keep moving forward, for my son's sake and for Bruno's. I focused on taking care of our little family, trying to find a new sense of normalcy in a world that felt upside down.As I went through the motions of caring for our son, Bruno was always there, supporting me, holding me, and loving me. He helped with feedings, bath time, and bedtime stories, never complaining, never faltering. He was my rock, my shelter in the storm.I watched him play with our son, laughing and smiling, and my heart swelled with love and gratitude. Bruno was not only my partner but also an amazing father, and our son adored him. Seeing them together brought me comfort and peace, reminding me that life goes on, even in the darkest times.Bruno also took care of me, making sure I ate, slept, and took breaks when I needed them. He listened to me when I needed to talk, held me w
Chapter One Hundred And Five :GriefsVeronica’s POV The burial was a somber and intimate affair, with only immediate family in attendance. The sun cast a gentle glow over the cemetery, as if nature itself was mourning the loss of my beloved mother. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the weight of our grief.We gathered around the grave, our faces etched with pain and sadness. The priest's words were a gentle breeze on a summer day, offering comfort and solace in our time of need. But even his thoughtful prayers couldn't ease the ache in my heart.As we laid her to rest, I felt a sense of finality wash over me. It was as if I was saying goodbye to a part of myself, a piece of my history and my heart. The sound of dirt hitting the casket was like a drumbeat, a reminder that life goes on, even in death.We stood there in silence, a family united in our grief, as the reality of our loss sank in. And as we turned to leave, I knew that our lives would never be the same without