Chapter Seventy Nine : You Are Mine Veronica’s POV "Who dropped you off?" Bruno shouted, his voice echoing through the office. "Daniel!" he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. "And who the hell is he?" Bruno's tone was accusatory, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. I felt my heart skip a beat as I tried to come up with a response, my mind racing with explanations. "Uh, Daniel is...a friend," I stuttered, trying to downplay the situation. But Bruno's skeptical gaze told me he wasn't buying it. "A friend?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. "At 8 am? In a car that looks like it belongs in a music video?" I could feel my face flushing as Bruno's eyes bored into me, demanding answers."I...we...uh...we just grabbed coffee," I stammered, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.Bruno raised an eyebrow. "Coffee? At 8 am? In a car that's worth more than your annual salary?"I sighed, knowing I was digging myself into a hole. "Okay, fine. We...we went out last ni
Chapter Eighty : ConflictedVeronica’s POV As I stared at the text message on my phone, my heart began to race with a mix of emotions. Daniel, the charming and handsome stranger who had dropped me off at work that morning, was asking me out to dinner. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest at the thought of spending more time with him.But, my mind was also preoccupied with Bruno, my boss, who had kissed me just hours earlier. The memory of his lips on mine still lingered, and I couldn't deny the strong attraction I felt towards him.I was torn between two men, both of whom had captured my attention in different ways. Daniel represented a carefree and exciting possibility, while Bruno embodied a passionate and intense connection.As I weighed my options, I couldn't help but think about the pros and cons of each choice. Dinner with Daniel would be a lighthearted and fun experience, allowing me to get to know him better in a relaxed setting. On the other hand, pursuing somethin
Chapter Eighty One : HimVeronica’s POV I kissed him as he carried me inside to our in the estate we once stayed , his erection pressed between our bodies and pulsing hot against my belly. My arms stayed laced around his neck as he laid me down gently, his tongue still sweeping mine, never breaking contact as he untied the sides of my bikini bottom. Peeling it away, he ran the head of his cock against my clit, circling it around my swollen pearl at a languorous pace. He pulled his mouth away from my kiss only to watch me reach the very edge of my breaking point and beg to him.“Put it in, Bruno . Please. I need it now.”He didn’t tease or torture me this time. Parting my legs, Bruno positioned himself between them. His eyes on mine, he pushed himself all the way inside me. I moaned as he pulled nearly all the way out, pushing deeper in the second time. I watched his bicep flex as he gripped under my thigh, positioning my leg so he could access every inch of my pussy. My arms over m
Chapter Eighty Two : Sweet POV A soft moan escaped her parted lips, and she clamped them shut. He nudged her thighs apart, and she didn’t dare deny him. When he caressed her inner thigh, she moaned again. Did this count as spanking aftercare? Because in that case, she wanted to sign up for more.“Don’t stop,” she begged in a low voice she didn't recognize as hers. “Please.”He groaned, and started to play with her folds. She bucked her hips again, unable to keep from moving. What the fuck was happening? He swatted her ass again, as if warning her not to move, but damn it, she couldn’t help it.He teased her bundle of nerves. Oh no. She gasped, unsure if she would last with this insane pressure building inside her, and begging for release. He inserted one finger into her pussy. Oh yes.He thrust another finger in and out, mimicking the slick moves she wanted his cock to do. She wiped sweat off her forehead. Snow might be falling outside, but indoors a volcano erupted.When he upped h
Chapter Eighty Three : BlissPOVHe continued to flick her clit with his thumb, while his tongue started to stroke her folds and savor her pearly cream. Hhmmmm. Deliciosa. Whimpers escaped from her mouth and rivaled the noise from outdoors. She shoved her hands into his hair, her fingers pulling his head closer.She gasped. “This… is… incredible.”And it was about to get better for her. He deepened the movements of his fingers while mercilessly teasing her clit with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, and he felt them stiffening, like the rest of her body, only to spasm immediately after.He couldn’t disclose his wanting her for all those years. But tonight he’d show her with his body just how much he desired her. He’d show how much he cared for herThe scent of pine trees, her arousal and fresh linens mixed in the air. She reached for the carafe on the nightstand, and poured herself some water. What the hell just happened? Things had always been strange between the two
Chapter Eighty Four : PleasuresPOV God. She was too turned on to be combative, her breath coming in small pants. The man kept kissing her, screwing her, and playing with her… oh. His head slid lower on her body, and he nudged her thighs apart a little so he could stick his finger in.He flicked her clit with his long deft finger.Then, he brought his finger to her mouth, and offered it to her. She licked it up and down, sucking it like she had done to his cock. “Lick yourself, Taste the sweet cream that drives me crazy for more.”She felt rather than heard his intake of breath, and realized he had to be at the brink of orgasm, too.“Come for me, babe.”She was letting go, as he intensified his thrusts… Hell, she’d been warned. Why back out now?Still flicking her clit that was about to explode from sensorial overload, much like herself, he plunged his finger into her hole.Her world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Bruno convulsed behind her, the guttural sound
Chapter Eighty Five : Everything Went Black Veronica’s POV As I slowly opened my eyes, the hospital room came into focus. Bruno's worried face hovered above me, his eyes filled with relief. "Hey, you're awake," he whispered, his voice trembling.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince. "Ow, what happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Bruno gently pushed me back down, his hand tenderly stroking my hair. "We were hit by a car, but we're going to be okay. The doctors say we'll both recover."As I lay there, my mind raced with memories of the accident. The sound of screeching tires, the impact, the darkness. It was all so surreal.But one thing was clear - Bruno was by my side, holding my hand, and gazing at me with a love so strong it filled my heart.As the days passed, we recovered together, our love growing stronger with each passing moment. And then, the doctor delivered some unexpected news..."Oh, Veronica, I have some unexpected ne
Chapter Eighty Six :My Father Veronica’s POV "I need more time to recover," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not ready for a new chapter yet."Bruno's face fell, but he quickly recovered. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "We'll take things at your pace. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."I smiled weakly, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "Thank you, Bruno. That means everything to me."As we sat there in silence, I realized that I wasn't ready to think about the future yet. I was still trying to come to terms with my past, with the illness that had changed my life forever.But with Bruno by my side, I knew I could face whatever came next. He was my rock, my confidant, my everything.And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that when I was ready, he would be there to support me every step of the way.I took a deep breath and said, "You know what? I think I'm ready to take a step towards recovery. With your help,
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