Emilia's POV. "You look really pretty, Mummy," Aria announced for what had to be the one millionth time today. "Thank you, mama," I said. "I would kiss you but..." She shook her head in horror. "No, no. You will ruin your makeup and get lipstick all over my face." She said. I laughed at that. "Right." If you haven't guessed yet. Yes, it is my wedding day. The wedding that I had planned in just one week or even less. I had a lot of help though so it wasn't strenuous and Patricia and Riley, yes, Riley have really helped me a lot through the process. They were more happy and eager than I was about the wedding. Riley has surprisingly been a great friend so far. She is in charge of making all of my dresses and she was the one who styled me today but she stepped out about thirty minutes ago to make sure things are going well. I really don't know what I would do without her here and I am truly grateful that I met her. I only wish Patricia was here today. She couldn't come because she ha
Emilia's POV. After the entire wedding ceremony was completed, I returned to the dressing room and couldn't stop staring at my ring. A wedding ring. I am actually married, like really and truly. It is done. I am now Mrs Emilia Riccardo De Luca. I wasn't sure whether to laugh to cry but I was really close to crying and the tears started flowing the moment Pat opened the door to the dressing room and walked in. I was a mess. A huge big mess. Patricia came up to me immediately and hugged me. I buried my face in her neck and proceeded to cry my eyes out. We stayed that way for a while until I was finally able to get my emotions in check. She pulled back from the hug and tried to wipe my tears away a little bit but I knew it would not help. I am yet to look at myself in the mirror but I have a feeling that I don't look too good right now. "What is the problem?" Patricia asked. I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing. I just...it's all just overwhelming. I am fine." She cupped my face betwe
Riccardo's POV. It is the day of the big mafia ball. The after my wedding. The big mafia ball is just a big ass ball that is always held once or twice a year. Every Mafia boss is expected to be there irrespective of whether we can actually stand ourselves or not. They have to be present and be on their best behavior. I am not sure that my wife... calling her that, calling Emilia my wife is just... I don't know the word, I always feel a deep sense of contentment. I am not sure contentment is the word I am looking for here but it will have to do. The wedding was a success. At least I think it was. It was all going well until we had that fight. It wasn't a fight per se, it was more of an argument and it was sadly because of Jack Anderson. Jack Anderson, the bastard. Jack Anderson has always been a constant part of my life, not that I want him to be or anything but life just happens and we somehow always end up in the same places. We attended the same schools since we were kids, at fir
Emilia's POV. Thankfully the ball was uneventful aside from the Jack drama but he didn't come close to me when I told him off. It has been two days since the ball. I didn't see my parents or sisters since the wedding day and I honestly couldn't care less. Patricia went back to New York a day after the wedding. I and Riccardo have been married for two days now. I would think that it was a normal routine to go on honeymoons after the wedding but of course, we are not doing that cause ours is not exactly the ideal marriage but still. I picked out a room in his wing but I have not had the time to set the room up the way I want.We spent yesterday with Aria while we visited her new school to make sure she liked the school. It wasn't totally clear if she actually liked the school or if she loved the idea of schooling with Livia and Lorenzo. We got all the necessary information we needed and we also got the paperwork done, made payment, picked up her school uniform and we went to the store
Riccardo’s POV.I was so hard that it was almost painful to walk. I should have just left the room when she asked me to but I honestly didn’t expect her to do that. I thought the typical Emilia would grab her clothing and head to the bathroom to dress up but no. The moment her towel dropped to reveal those babies, my blood rushed straight from my head down to my dick. I was impossibly hard the moment the towel dropped and when she started teasing me, shaking that fat ass and her jiggling tits, I got even harder and it took all of my willpower to not walk up to her pick her up and fuck the living daylight out of her but I held myself back. I lost it when she asked me to help her with her bra though. I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to resist her when she came so close. I was gone the moment I touched her hot skin and before I knew it she was on the bed and I had my fingers buried between her thighs. I had to stop at that moment though because if I hadn’t, I would have wante
Emilia's POV.I ended up not going anywhere today. I couldn't actually. One of the reasons why I didn't go out was because of what Riccardo did this morning. The bastard had to turn me on like that and just leave without giving me the satisfaction I needed. I could have taken care of it myself but then I kept hearing his voice in my head asking me not to, scratch that, ordering me so yeah, I didn't. I don't know why but I just couldn't do it. Sexually frustrated and bored out of my mind. Riccardo spent hours in the room with Enzo, I even lost track of time and then when Enzo left, he remained in that room for another hour or so before he left to God knows where. So yeah, I have been a big ball of frustration since then. I jumped at the sound of a car coming in hoping it was my daughter and sure enough, it was her. I went outside to welcome her. She hugged me immediately she got out of the car. "Hi, mummy." "Hello, baby. How was school?" I asked her. "It was cool. I had fun." She s
Riccardo’s POV. I should just stay away. I knew I should, it was the right thing to do. Best for Emilia and myself but I have never been one to actually listen to reason so I didn’t stay away. I would never be able to share that one part of me with her and knowing this, I should spare her the heartache and just leave her be but I can’t or maybe I have just been thinking with my dick and that is why I have somehow, despite knowing that I shouldn’t, ended up in her room tonight. I was going to stay away, in all honesty, I planned to. I stalled, found some unnecessary work for myself and when I was done with that I tried to sleep but I couldn’t sleep, not when the image of her naked body was playing over and over again in my head. So here I am, kissing her like my life depended on it, like I was starved for air and she was like a breath of air, of life. My hands moved down her body and I cupped her butt in my hand. This ass, I have imagined doing way too many things with it, both holy
Emilia's POV.Four salons later and I am still unemployed. My skills were certainly not the reason I remained unemployed. I think it has more to do with the two big burly men who have been following me around, refusing to leave my side for one second. Also once they figure out that I am married to the don of the Italian mafia, they just seem to withdraw. I mean I get it. Who wants to hire the wife of a Cartel boss in his/her shop? "So what? You are just going to give up like that?" Riley asked. We were at a coffee shop that was close to Riley's store. I was in the area so I just decided to grab coffee with her and chat. I shrugged. "It is understandable really. I wouldn't hire me either if I were them." "But then..." "And those two..." I said pointing at the two bodyguards I chose myself. "Those two right there are enough reason for anyone not to hire me." "It is their loss then. You are very talented." "Thank you, Riley. I am glad you think so." I said. "So what is the plan t