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
Emilia's POV.It took two days to set up the salon in Riley's store. We had to put a partition in the middle to divide the store into two sections. It was made of glass though and transparent on both sides. I got everything I needed for the salon, hair accessories, straighteners, dryers, and every other thing. I also set up a part for lash extensions and I can also do nails there. I have been thinking of hiring an extra hand cause I won't be able to do everything myself when things start getting crazy but in the meantime, I will be doing everything myself until I am sure that I have gotten enough customers. One week later I was more than ready to hire someone to help me out. Riley’s customers soon became mine too. They get their fittings done and come over to the salon. It started slowly at first, one customer at a time, and soon the salon was teeming with people wanting to get either their nails or hair done. When it started getting choking, Riley and I came up with the idea of mak
Emilia's POV. 7 months later... I waddled down the stairs for dinner. I was supposed to wait for Riccardo to come and fetch me for dinner but I was done being treated like an invalid even though I feel much like an invalid. My stomach was already four times its usual size and I felt like I was going to explode very soon to top it all off, I couldn't even see my feet anymore. I got to the dining room and it was filled with my family and friends chatting away and laughing. It has been 7 months since that incident happened. Aria was thankfully oblivious to what happened. Gabriella had drugged her and the doctors had to flush the drug away from her system. Speaking of Gabriella, her father apologized profusely for what she had done even though apologies could not solve anything. She did not only attempt to kill me and my daughter. She killed the parents of the man she claimed to be in love with, people who cherished her, and she also killed poor Dante. Riccardo told me all about how D
Riccardo's POV. I would probably dwell on the fact that I just signed my divorce papers if I didn't have a daughter to save. I tried to wave it off but I knew something wasn't right. It is impossible for things to just go haywire like that. She has had the papers for a while? Like hell. I just signed the fucking papers to make her happy for now. After I have this whole was sorted out, I will get to the bottom of things. After I have brought Aria back home safe and sound. If she thinks she can just put an end to our marriage because she wants to then she should think again. I have every intention to win my wife back. "Riccardo..." Enzo called softly. He was probably feeling bad for me or something but I trust him not to mention it. "Do we have anything yet?" I asked him. He nodded. "I got a code. I am just going to get it interpreted." "Okay." We are close. I just need Aria to be safe. "Are you okay, Ric?" Enzo asked. "I am fine. Let's find Aria." It took him another ten minu
Emilia's POV.I woke up with a start and found Riley and Isabella on either side of me. It took about one second for me to remember what had happened. "I need to go," I said immediately and tried to get out of bed. Riley held me down. "You are going to stay in bed, Emilia." "Excuse me? My daughter is out there somewhere. She is alone with that crazy bitch and you are asking me to stay in bed? Are you being real?" "Riccardo is already out there trying to find her..." "And I should be out there with him trying to find our daughter. She is my daughter too for fuck sake. I can't just sit down here and do nothing." "What do you plan to do then?" Isabella asked. I got out of bed faster than I had ever done. "I don't know but I won't just sit down here and do nothing." "You should think about the baby, Emilia. This is..." "The baby is fine. I am fine. I was just shocked earlier and that is it." I said. "I have to go find my daughter." I started heading for the door and Isabella qui
Riccardo's POV. Gabriella? I couldn't wrap my head around it. Gabriella has always been around. She was there for me for a while after I lost my parents before he father had her shipped off to study Maybe Riley is right, I have been so blind but...fuck it, it is Gabriella. I wasn't sure what went down after Riley's story. I know she and Emilia had a talk and I think they are still friends. Weird that, I never thought I would see the day when my ex and my wife would be friends and good ones at that. "The party can't hold," I said out loud. "What no. What are you going to tell, Aria?" Emilia exclaimed. "Her birthday party is all she has been talking about for weeks now, Riccardo."Enzo already left us in the living room and he was somewhere in my office trying to track Gabriella. "I can't keep you two safe if..." "Get more security. Lock the gates, search every single person if you have to but the party is going to happen." Emilia said. "Emilia..." "If you are going to canc
Emilia's POV. We spent hours in the mall. We ended up buying more things than we needed. Okay, let me correct that, I ended up buying more things than I needed. Don't blame me, shopping was a nice distraction. I found that I stopped worrying so much about everything that was currently going wrong with my life and just shopped. I bought some maternity dresses and clothes. It was already obvious that I would grow about three times my normal size to accommodate the little peanut in my stomach. When I was pregnant with Aria, I didn't get so big. My bump did not even start showing until I was about six months along.We picked Aria up on our way back home and she was very excited to see us especially when she saw the car loaded with party supplies and bags. We chatted all the way back home. She kept talking about how excited she was and how she had invited the entire school to the party— I exaggerated that part a little bit but she did say something about inviting all her classmates. I was
Emilia's POV. I woke up feeling the same way that I have been feeling for days now. Not sad, not happy. Just there. I put on a smile for my baby girl and got her ready for school. She of course asked for her daddy and I managed to come up with some excuse for him, I can't even remember what I said to her anymore but I know it was enough to cause she didn't question it. I dropped her off at school and Raffaele and some other bodyguards stayed with her. I drove to my workplace to pick Riley up. I have my doctor's appointment this morning and she offered to come with me and from there, we will go to the mall to get some things that we would need for Aria's party tomorrow. The party will be held in the garden, the event planner will be coming over in the evening to put everything up. I just needed to get a few things at the mall. Riley made mine and Aria's dress for the party tomorrow. Aria is yet to see the dress but I am pretty sure that she would love it. I stopped outside the shop
Riccardo's POV. I wanted to stay. I wanted it badly but I can't. I can't allow myself to be weak now. Not when hers and Aria's lives depend on my actions. I know how distant I have been since that day. I needed to do it, to pull back. It was very necessary. I just didn't realize that it would hurt her that much. She fucking cried. I felt like a bastard. I wanted to go on my knees right there and beg for her forgiveness but I couldn't. Oh, I will beg, I will grovel if I have to but first I need to get rid of this bastard. The only advantage the bastard has on us is the fact that we don't know who he/she is. We have been doing a lot of digging. Enzo already ran a background check on every single staff I have and they all came out clean, all of their activities have been tracked but we didn't find anything suspicious and that just made me feel more uncomfortable. If it isn't my staff, if it is not one of them then who the fuck is this person and what on earth does the person want from
Emilia's POV. It has been weeks and this house has been annoyingly silent. Too quiet. Riccardo changed so much after that night. My sweet husband was gone and he somehow managed to go back to the Riccardo that I had met in New York. He didn't torture me or anything. He doesn't even stress me out. He agrees to everything I ask without question— unless it has to do with my security details. I have security details following me every fucking where. The number went from two to seven. I don't mind having them around because their presences seem to put Riccardo at ease a little bit. I miss him though. I miss him like crazy. We barely talk now. We always have breakfast together with Aria and Aria is always the one chatting and keeping the table lively. He listens to her and responds when he is supposed to, he even manages to smile at her sometimes but he has withdrawn from me, both physically and emotionally. The last time he touched me was that night, oh, he kisses me sometimes. A fleetin
Riccardo's POV.I saw the glint of the gun before it went off. I moved as fast as I could and threw my weight on Emilia while pulling her to the ground immediately. I mentally thank my stars that I had yet to take off my gun and knives. I pulled them out and quickly fired two shots in the direction that the bullet came from. Emilia writhed under me trying to get out and somehow my dick managed to remain hard even though a bullet just went off. “Jesus Christ woman, fucking stay still,” I said harshly. “Aria, I need to check on Aria.” She cried. “No, you are going to stay right there until I ask you to move. Aria is safe, Raffaele will make sure of it.” I told her and miraculously, that managed to calm her down and she stopped moving. She remained silent for a while then she laughed softly. I don’t know but I think my wife might be a little bit crazy. “I love the fact that you have managed to find humor in this situation we are in,” I said. She chuckled. “How is your dick still