Chapter Thirty Four : Signing The Contract Veronica’s Pov“Are you going to sign the contract? “ he asked me “Yes I will, “ I happily replied. He seems pleased as I sign the contract. I will do anything to keep Bruno close to me .At that moment, it felt like I was his. In every way, Bruno owned me. Yet at the same time, it felt as if he were freeing me, giving me the escape I’d wanted from the sweet little princess I was supposed to be for him. That poor, damaged little thing.“Good girl.” His eyes smoldered into me as I flashed him a peek of my clean tongue before running its tip along my parted lips, cleaning up the last few drops of his seed that had overflowed from my mouth. He watched every second of my display before shoving me back down on the couch, still possessed by rage and lust. “Now you’re going to come again for me, V. And this time, you’re going to say my name.” He climbed on top of me and slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping with instant strength and speed that
Chapter Thirty Five : Inch Of YouVeronica’s POV With that he crushed his lips over mine. I moaned as I finally tasted Bruno, his kiss immediately dominating me. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings as he swept his tongue through my mouth, lifting me up in his arms. A gust of cold air hit my back as Bruno kicked his bedroom door open. He threw me on hisbed and buried his face in my neck, licking my skin and groaning. “Every inch, Veronica’s ,” He growled, kissing down my collarbone to my breast. “I need to taste every fucking inch of you,”he rasped, moving wolfishly down my chest body till he’d licked a trail down to myparting thighsThere was no warning before he ran the flat of his tongue over the length of my seam. I cried to the ceiling, fisting handfuls of his sheets as he slid his hands under my ass to better present my sex to his mouth. “Fuck, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bruno groaned, lapping greedily at me, his tongue giving attention to every last inch of my aching pu
Chapter Thirty Six: Comfortable Veronica’s POV I watched his gorgeous face crumple with uncontrolled arousal.Pushing my hair behind my ear, I reveled in the sudden heat that traveled through me as Liam’s greedy eyes treated themselves to every inch of my body. There was something so erotic about it.“Let me watch you come,” He rasped, squeezing a handful of hair as he held me back against him, staring at my reflection in his mirror and bringing me closer and closer. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” he whispered, rubbing his hand over my stomach, my breasts, my throat.His fingers loosened in my hair. As if savoring my taste, he kissed my neck slowly, his tongue like a hot, wet massage on my skin. It sent little blasts of sensation bursting like fireworks through my already exhausted body.“God, Bruno ,” I moaned softly, finally opening my eyes.As if savoring my taste, he kissed my neck slowly, his tongue like a hot, wet massage on my skin. It sent little blasts of sensatio
Chapter Thirty Seven : Veronica’s POV I threw myself into my studies, determined to distract myself from the thoughts of Bruno that lingered in my mind. As a computer science major, I thought I had control over my digital world, but Bruno's presence in my life was like a virus - unpredictable and unstoppable. I tried to debug my feelings, to logic my way out of this mess, but my heart refused to be rational.I threw myself into my coding projects, hoping to find solace in the familiar world of 1s and 0s. But even as I wrote lines of code, my mind wandered back to Bruno. I wondered if our connection was like a neural network - complex, intricate, and impossible to fully understand.I felt like I was stuck in a loop, reliving the same moments over and over - the way he smiled, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. And just like a program that refused to compile, my thoughts refused to settle into anything that made sense.But as I sat in front of my computer, staring at the
Chapter Thirty Eight: ShockedVeronica’s POV I felt like I was melting into his gaze, my heart racing with excitement. "Bruno," I whispered, my voice barely audible.He took another step closer, his eyes burning with desire. "Veronica, I want to be with you. I want to explore this connection between us, to see where it takes us."I nodded, my heart soaring with joy. "I want that too," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Bruno's eyes flashed with triumph, and he pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed down on mine, and I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his passion.As we kissed, I knew that I had made the right decision. I had chosen to surrender to our love, to embrace the messy, imperfect beauty of our connection.And as we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would be the greatest program I would ever write. The greatest adventure I would ever embark on."I love you, Bruno," I whispered, my voice barely audible."I love you too, Veronica,
Chapter Thirty Nine : In Secret Veronica’s POV When we first met, I felt a special connection with Bruno that I couldn't ignore. But I thought it might just be my imagination or a desperate wish to be loved. Now, hearing him talk about it, I realize that what I felt was real. Our connection is genuine, and it's always been there. I'm curious to know more about his side of the story, about how he felt all these years when we were too afraid to express our love for each other.Bruno's eyes softened, his gaze drifting into the past. "I remember the first time I saw you," he said, his voice low and husky. "You were like a ray of sunshine in a world that had been gray for too long. I was drawn to your light, your energy, your beauty." He paused, his eyes refocusing on mine. "But I was too afraid to approach you, too afraid to ruin our friendship. So I kept my feelings locked away, hidden even from myself."I listened, entranced, as Bruno's words painted a picture of unrequited love, of
Chapter Forty : Perfect Veronica’s POV “You are fucking perfect, you know that?” he murmured as I came down slowly, panting hard. Soaked in satisfaction, I returned my weak gaze to my stepbrother. His dark hair was damp and tousled, his tanned skin flushed with all the more life and color as he continued his powerful stroke, yanking my hips down to meet his every thrust. I knew he was seconds from coming when I felt him grow inside me. It was my turn now – my turn to watch him as I gave him release. “Fuck, ” He groaned as I held his face close. “Baby, I’m coming.”“Come inside me, Bruno ,” I whispered hotly.His forehead against mine, he did just that, growling with a ferocity that reverberated through my entire body. I gasped as I felt a second surge of pleasure. As if reading my mind, He threw his weight against my body, gritting his teeth through his own pleasure and pumping his hips into me again.“Yes!” I breathed desperately, my fingers raking against him as I came again, my
Chapter Forty One : The Mafia HouseVeronica’s POV "I've got something important to share with you too," Bruno said, his eyes locked on mine. "But you go first, Veronica. What's been on your mind?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Should I reveal my secret now, or let him go first? My mind raced with the possibilities, but something in his eyes put me at ease. "No, you go first," I replied finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "What is it, Bruno?""Go ahead, Bruno," I replied, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my heart beating faster in anticipation. He paused for a moment, and I could sense the weight of his words. "I want to take our relationship public," he said finally. "I want to show the world how much you mean to me, and I want to start a new life together, free from secrets and hiding." My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words, my mind racing with the implications. It was a
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