CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 3 [Also known as LACERATION: THE GAME OF CHAINS] šššššššš Marrying a stranger is one thing. But marrying a stranger related to the man you thought youād marry is a whole other thing. What would you do in a situation like this? I, for one, fainted at my engagement party and almost drank my off to get through the wedding night. Just when I thought things couldnāt get any worse, my husband offered me a contract, and I signed it, seeing his eagerness to get rid of me. Spending an entire year under the same roof seemed like torture, especially when my dear husband kept making excuses to talk to me and to unnerve me. Yet I liked it. But he wasnāt mine. And his mistress had a lot to attest to that. šššš Marriage for power. A wife ten years younger. And a tattoo. None of these was a part of my plan to thrive as a Mafioso, yet I didn't mind any of it. It was all because of that succubus. My ruination disguised as a beautiful woman, now my bride. I was a man known for my control and snide personality, yet neither helped me overcome my desire and need to taste her skin. When I finally did, I couldnāt have enough of it. The contract should've kept me away from her, should've helped me be the responsible adult and control my thoughts of her. All I wanted then was to tear that piece of paper that ensured our freedom after a certain point. I could never free her, knowing how damning it could be. There were just a few tiny problems. Her father. My past. Infiltrated enemies. And the damaging nightmares I had no control over.
View MoreI walked toward Ellaās bed and sat down beside her. She pulled herself up with much difficulty and looked down at our daughter. āSheās so small,ā I said, my eyes filling with tears. The wait, the pain and everything were worth thisāthis joy and the deep love I felt in my heart. I met Ellaās gaze a
[FOUR YEARS LATER] EROS I was panicking more than Ella was. But I couldnāt take her screams, let alone look at her. She was covered in sweat from head to toe and her entire body was shuddering. This was partially my fault, I could say. She buried her head back on the pillow and let out another lo
Even in my absence, I had been sure that Mariella was okay. She was upset, which was understandable, but she was safe. Adonis had ensured it. I hurried into my wing and up to my room, unable to control the burdening feeling in my chest. I needed to let out all that I had been holding inside, to tel
Both Mom and Adonis scanned the room. I didnāt know why, but I didnāt have a good feeling about this. Ella was running away. Or perhaps hiding something from me. I sincerely wished it was the prior. Adonis took a deep breath and spoke. āMa, I need to speak to Eros.ā I was dumbfounded. I widened my
EROS With all the men guarding me, I felt like a child being carried to the principalās office. Every fucking one of them had a brooding look on their face. And I had been seeing them every day for the past two months. No more. I was finally returning home. To my family. To my wife. I wondered ho
As I pushed the door, I noticed the girl sitting on the ground, holding a grey shirt to her chest. Erosās shirt. Had she been holding onto him in this manner? Crying herself to sleep holding that one shirt? Consoling herself that he was alright? āMariella?ā Her eyes widened and snapped toward me.
ADONIS I couldnāt stand the sight of people who pretended as though my world hadnāt completely changed. Many people greeted me as I walked out to the main wing. Danilo, his wife and younger daughter. Terenzio and Fabiola. Niana Galasso and the idiot who got Daniloās daughter pregnant. My wife and
āMy sister has a habit of meddling in other peopleās matters. Iām sorry for that.ā She probably didnāt know who I was, either. Her expressions suddenly fell, and she said with an apologetic look on her face, āIām sorry if I sound rude, but my coming here wasnāt really a coincidence.ā I frowned. āI h
Eros leaned down and whispered something into his nieceās ears that made Alessia smile bigger. Letting go of his hands, she motioned toward her father. Eros, the matchmaker, was back in the room. He wanted nothing more than what I did and that was to see this little family of ours be happy and one
Pain, guilt, regret, shock, hatred, fear and anger are emotions much stronger than love, happiness, relief, gratitude and respectāthat was the only lesson I had ever learned from my papa, Danilo Romano, the Underboss of Minneapolis. The first time I had experienced one of those overwhelming emotion
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