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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 18. His Queen
~ALINA’S POV~The heavy door shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.Toronto?We’re going back to Toronto?Why?He just became Don. Doesn’t he have a thousand things to do here? People to threaten? Power to claim? Why the sudden rush?I blinked, trying to piece it together, still tasting the salt of his sweat on my lips, my body humming from everything that just happened.I thought I’d have to convince him. Beg, maybe. I was already planning my argument, my excuses, but just like that, it’s happening. He’s going back.God must really be on my side.Once I get back, I need to meet with the lawyer immediately, claim the inheritance, and get back on my feet.A soft chuckle escaped my lips, finally.I pushed off the desk, only to wince as the cool air brushed over my skin. My dress slipped down, barely clinging to me. I looked down and gasped.Oh, my God.The once-elegant black mourning dress was now a shredded mess. My thighs still stung where his hand had smacked them. My lips were
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~ALINA’S POV~ She was stunning. Tall, blonde, flawless in a surgically enhanced, high-maintenance kind of way. Her designer heels clicked on the floor as she stepped into view like she was walking a runway. She tilted her head, eyeing me up and down like I was dirt under her Louboutins. “We meet again,” she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with venom and barely masked superiority. I arched a brow. Already? I rolled my eyes and turned to walk past her. I wasn’t in the mood. But of course, she wasn’t done. She grabbed my arm with a sharp tug. Her nails dug into my skin. “I’m talking to you,” she snapped, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder like a whip. The guards flinched, one of them already stepping forward to intervene. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she barked at them before they could get close. “Between her and me, who have you known longer? Huh?! This one just showed up a few days ago!” “Miss Bianca—” one of the guards started. “She is the Don
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~Alina~ The clock read 10:15 p.m. when I pulled into the driveway of Ashford Road. A cool wind rattled the trees, sending a shiver down my spine as I stepped out of the car. Maybe it was the late hour, or maybe it was something deeper, but unease curled in my stomach. Shaking it off, I made my way to the front door. Tomorrow, this house would be my home, the place where Ethan and I would start our life together. I could already picture it—lazy Sunday mornings, laughter in the kitchen, and falling asleep in his arms every night. Marrying Ethan Lockwood, the man I had loved for five years since college and my best friend’s cousin, felt like a dream come true. Tonight, we were following the age-old wedding tradition of spending the night apart. Ethan was here in our new home while I was supposed to be at Jade’s apartment. But as I was double-checking my things, I realized I had forgotten something important. My late mother’s necklace, the one I planned to wear tomorr
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~Alina~ “What!?” My breath hitched, my entire body freezing as Ethan’s words echoed in my ears. Dennis was Jade’s son. The child she had in her final year of college. The little boy I had helped raise, loved like family. She had told me it was a one-night stand, a mistake. That some random guy at a club had gotten her pregnant and disappeared. She had cried in my arms, sworn she didn’t know who the father was. And I, God, I had believed her. I had stood by her, paid for her pregnancy and after-birth expenses, held her hand through every doctor’s visit, every sleepless night. At one point, I even stole from Dad’s safe and from my mom’s purse, using my family’s money to make sure she and Dennis never lacked anything. I had sacrificed for them. And the whole time…… Ethan was Dennis’s father. A sharp, ugly sob tore from my throat as I stumbled back. “You,” my voice broke, “you lied to me. Both of you.” Jade smirked, completely unbothered. “You shou
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 3. The Devil Of Milan
~Valentino Romano~ “The shipment from Colombia arrived last night,” Rocco, my PA reported, standing across from my desk, his voice businesslike. I swirled the golden liquid in my glass, watching the ice melt into the whiskey. “And?” He hesitated for half a second. “They were short,” he admitted. “Five kilos missing.” Silence settled over the room like a thick fog. The sound of my glass tapping against the large L-shaped executive desk was the only thing that filled the air. Five kilos. I exhaled through my nose, setting my drink down. “Let me guess,” I murmured. “The shipment was handled by the Cortés crew?” Rocco nodded. “Sí, Boss [Yes, Boss.].” “Then they are either incompetent or they think I’m blind.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. “Which one is it?” “Does it matter?” Rocco asked. “The disrespect is the same.” He was right. It didn’t matter. A message needed to be sent. I picked up my gun from t
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~Alina~ The moment the plane touched down in Milan, a wave of nostalgia crashed over me. For a second, I wasn’t a heartbroken, penniless woman. I was a little girl again, running barefoot through the sun-drenched streets, my father’s laughter echoing beside me. I could almost taste the sticky sweetness of gelato on my tongue, feel the warmth of his large hand holding mine as we weaved through the bustling streets. Back then, Milan had been magic. Now, it was just another reminder of everything I had lost. I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase, the wheels clicking softly against the airport’s shining floors. The air smelled like freshly brewed espresso, warm pastries, and expensive perfume. I moved through the crowd, my body heavy with exhaustion, my heart heavier with the weight of what awaited me. By the time I slid into the back of a taxi, the midafternoon sun lights washed the streets in a golden glow. The ride was silent. I kept my eyes on the
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~Alina~ A slow, steady beeping sound pulled me from the darkness. My head throbbed, my body ached, and the air smelled different. Unfamiliar. I woke up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the soft light from the chandelier above me. The ceiling was high, decorated with gold patterns on ivory-white paint. The bed beneath me was too soft, the sheets cool against my skin. As I turned my head, the rest of the room came into focus—furniture, heavy velvet curtains partly covering tall windows, and shiny black tiles. This wasn’t my room. A chill ran down my spine as last night’s memories hit me. I had been kidnapped. Panic shot through me and I tried to sit up, but my movements felt restrained and uncomfortable. My hands flew to my chest, gripping the unfamiliar fabric and as I slowly looked down a violent shiver ran through me. I was wearing a pristine white lace wedding gown. My breath hitched. What. The. Hell? A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. The do
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~Valentino~ I stretched out a hand to her, my gaze locking onto her perfect, full-figured body. For some reason, I had always preferred curvier women. Society glorified tall, thin women with sharp cheekbones and endless legs, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted a woman with flesh, softness, and curves that could handle a man like me. Alina had all that and more. Her rich, dark hair cascaded past her back in loose waves, framing a heart-shaped face. Her bright green eyes were filled with fear, an emotion that, for some reason, intrigued me. Her full lips trembled slightly, and her porcelain white skin had lost its color from shock. The maids had dressed her while she was unconscious to avoid any delays, and I had to admit, they did a damn good job. The fitted silk dress hugged her curves perfectly, cinching at the waist before flowing elegantly to the floor. The makeup they applied made her look more mature, stripping away the innocen
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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 19. Commander Of The Wolves
~ALINA’S POV~ She was stunning. Tall, blonde, flawless in a surgically enhanced, high-maintenance kind of way. Her designer heels clicked on the floor as she stepped into view like she was walking a runway. She tilted her head, eyeing me up and down like I was dirt under her Louboutins. “We meet again,” she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with venom and barely masked superiority. I arched a brow. Already? I rolled my eyes and turned to walk past her. I wasn’t in the mood. But of course, she wasn’t done. She grabbed my arm with a sharp tug. Her nails dug into my skin. “I’m talking to you,” she snapped, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder like a whip. The guards flinched, one of them already stepping forward to intervene. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she barked at them before they could get close. “Between her and me, who have you known longer? Huh?! This one just showed up a few days ago!” “Miss Bianca—” one of the guards started. “She is the Don
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 18. His Queen
~ALINA’S POV~The heavy door shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.Toronto?We’re going back to Toronto?Why?He just became Don. Doesn’t he have a thousand things to do here? People to threaten? Power to claim? Why the sudden rush?I blinked, trying to piece it together, still tasting the salt of his sweat on my lips, my body humming from everything that just happened.I thought I’d have to convince him. Beg, maybe. I was already planning my argument, my excuses, but just like that, it’s happening. He’s going back.God must really be on my side.Once I get back, I need to meet with the lawyer immediately, claim the inheritance, and get back on my feet.A soft chuckle escaped my lips, finally.I pushed off the desk, only to wince as the cool air brushed over my skin. My dress slipped down, barely clinging to me. I looked down and gasped.Oh, my God.The once-elegant black mourning dress was now a shredded mess. My thighs still stung where his hand had smacked them. My lips were
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 17. Nine
~VALENTINO’S POV~The sharp crack of my palm against her ass echoed through the room.Alina gasped, her body jerking forward against the glass, her fingers scrambling for purchase. The thin black silk of her mourning dress did nothing to hide the way her flesh jiggled under my hand, plush, heavy, and perfect.“Ahhh!” she shrieked, twisting in my grip.I chuckled darkly, dragging my fingers over the spot I had just struck, savoring the heat blooming under her skin.“Tell me the truth, moglie. Or should I make you count?”“Fuck you—”SMACK.This time, my hand came down harder, lower, right where her thigh met the sinful curve of her ass. She cried out, her hips bucking instinctively, her body betraying her even as she fought me.“One,” I purred, squeezing the punished flesh. “You have nine more to go unless you admit it.”Her breath came in ragged pants, her cheeks flushed crimson.“I hate you,” she hissed, but the way her thighs pressed together told a different story.SMACK. “Two.”SM
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 16. Tell me the truth
~VALENTINO’S POV~The glass hurtled toward my head, spinning through the air with a dull whistle.I shifted my body a second before impact.The heavy tumbler smashed into the wall behind me with a vicious crack, shattering into a rain of glass shards.Whiskey splattered across my bare chest, cold and stinging, dripping down in slow, wet trails.“What the fuck!” Bianca shrieked like a scared cat and sprang off my lap, stumbling back toward the door, horror twisting her face.I just sat there, amused as fuck.Smiling slowly as I watched Alina, the little spitfire, stand there with her chest heaving, her eyes wild with rage, her fists balled like she wanted to throw something else.A slow, smug smile pulled at my mouth.Beautiful.She’s fucking beautiful.I dragged my fingers through the whiskey dripping down my chest, dusting it off lazily with my hand as I glared at her.I had not expected this reaction from her.And goddamn, I liked it.I liked that I could twist her up this much with
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 15. Explode Princess
~VALENTINO’S POV~ I shook my head gently. “I can’t,” I said, voice steady. Or maybe, I don’t want to yet. I ran a hand through my hair, my eyes darkening. “Contract says six months. After that, she’s free to crawl back to whatever shithole she came from. But until then… she remains my lawfully wedded wife.” Bianca’s face darkened like a storm cloud. She slid off the desk and started toward me, hips swinging like she was auditioning for a cheap porno. She straddled the desk again, this time spreading her legs even wider, red silk falling open, flashing even more skin. I looked away. Disgusted. How can a woman be so shameless and desperate? She leaned in, her voice syrupy-sweet. “Or…” she purred, “you could have someone who actually understands you, Tino.” The room stank of her perfume, thick, sweet, and cho
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 14. I’m married
~VALENTINO’S POV~ The door creaked open, and before I even looked up, that cloud of expensive perfume hit me straight in the face. Bianca Romano. She didn’t walk into the room. She stalked in like a queen, wrapped in red silk so tight it looked painted on, a slit up her thigh flashing every time she moved. Every step, every toss of her fake-blonde hair, every flash of lace between her legs, screaming look at me, pick me. Pathetic. I leaned back in my chair, slow and easy, dragging in a breath through my nose. Here we fucking go again. Bianca is Padrino’s niece. Twenty-six years old and spoiled straight through to the bone marrow. She grew up gnawing on resentment while the Padrino’s empire rose without her useless father’s name on it. Her bitter old father taught her young: if you couldn’t build power, seduce it. If you couldn’t win respect, weaponize your beauty until weak men begged for your scraps. She hopped up onto the edge of my desk like she belonged there, spreading
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 13. Our Lady
~Alina~ Guilia’s eyes widened in confusion, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked at me, as if trying to process the sudden shift in the air. Her hand instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against mine. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, her voice tight with concern. She scanned my face, searching for any hint of what had just crossed my mind, but I could see the same panic start to build in her own eyes. “How do we get to Toronto this week?” Guilia sat up straighter, determination lighting her tired face. “We have to return without alerting him. He must not know about this inheritance, Guilia.” My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what he’d said two days ago—that my father owed him. If, by sheer chance, he learns about this inheritance, he’s taking everything. I can’t risk it. “What’s your husband’s schedule?” I flinched at the word. “Don’t call him my husband,” I snapped, the anger flashing before I could stop it. “Bu
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 12. The Call to Toronto
~Alina~The rain had softened into a mist by the time we laid Nana to rest. We buried her in the backyard, in the little garden she loved so much, the one she spent her final days tending when her hands were still steady enough to hold a trowel. The grave was simple and humble, just the way she would have wanted.A few neighbors and some old family friends came to offer their condolences, their black clothes still damp from the earlier storm. Their murmured prayers floated weakly in the heavy, damp air.Guilia and I stood side by side, our hands clutching each other tightly, silent tears sliding down our cheeks. I could barely hear the priest’s final words over the sound of my own heart breaking.When it was done, we climbed into the back of the sleek black Maserati that Rocco had parked by the curb. We still shivered from the cold and grief as the car rumbled to life, pulling away from Nana’s house for the last time.Soon, we were back at Castello Romano, pulling into the stone drive
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 11. Say Hello To Padrino
~Valentino~ “Careful, fratello [brother],” Lucchese sneered, raising both hands in a mocking surrender after he deliberately shoulder-checked me. His face, scarred and pockmarked from old fights, twisted into something between a grin and a snarl. His brown, rotting teeth flashed smugly at me, the stench of cheap cigars and cheaper whiskey rolling off him like a curse. “Scusa [Sorry],” he lied, the smirk never leaving his face. Rocco stiffened at my side, his hand flying toward the grip of his gun under his jacket, but I lifted a single finger, halting him without a glance. I held Lucchese’s gaze, letting the silence stretch until even his bravado flickered. Then, slowly like a weapon being drawn, I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief, pristine white and monogrammed. With disgust etched on my face, I dusted off my shoulder where he had touched me, as if scrubbing away filth. The handkerchief fluttered to the ground between us, a silent insul
