CHAPTER TWENTY: PLAN A
ROSE AMARA POV
They charge at us—or, more specifically, at me. I was curious until I noticed the silhouettes of Eya and Zeth in front of my chamber. I hid my face in Ethan's shirt so they wouldn't see me in this predicament. They'll think I'm weak, since weak individuals can't survive.
Even though he's the reason I started off this way, Ethan offers on my behalf, "Rose feels a little under the weather. I will put her to bed," and I appreciate it.
"Should we take her to the hospital?" Eya asks.
Zeth declares as he starts to go, "I'll bring the car."
“There is no need,” Ethan added, pointing to them.
“You should go down…she will call if she needs your help.”
They seem uncertain, but after I nod, they acquiesce and proceed to the stairs. I ch
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE GAMEETHAN POVSo, how do you suppose that I will support this plan?”"I don't need to tell you which choice is the best. You already have your brain working in overdrive, so pay attention to what it is telling you."She spends far too much time observing me. I don't make an effort to break eye contact. A war of glances with Rose has a certain allure—another thing that hasn't changed.She first turns her head aside when someone clears their throat.Hades trails off, "If you're done with your honeymoon."I look Rose a seductive glance, "Nah, the honeymoon starts tonight."“As if..."She taps me on the shoulder and unlocks the door of the vehicle.I mutter to Hades, "She's kinky."She turns to face me again while fuming, her cheeks looking flushed. "I am not. I heard that."The answer is, "Well, one of us is."Hades twitches his lips but does not fully smile. Rose's cheeks begin to flush even more, but she ignores me, asking, "Can I count on them coming to the bru
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: RECLAIM WHAT'S MINEROSE AMARA POVMy eyes immediately fell when I saw Ethan seated in the living room, his fingers flitting across a laptop on the coffee table. Even though the object is still buried deep inside of me, my stomach drops, and it tingles. I despise these feelings of familiarity and intimacy with him that I can't help having.So I started to become defensive. How dare you enter my room?"He says without raising his head, "Our room.""Remember, Mrs. Amber, we're married. Or did you consume too much alcohol and require another punishment from me?"I reached for the closest item, which happened to be a pillow, and fling it at him. While keeping his attention on the laptop, he puts it over his head, yet his lips twitch in a sneer, as if he knows just which buttons to press.He's not the only one who has surprises, though. However, first, "I'm taking the toy out.""No.""It is already nighttime. Are you sure you don't want me to wear it while I sleep?""
CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR: YOU KNEEL BEFORE MEETHAN'S POVRose bends down so that she is positioned between my extended legs. I need help hearing what the Italians and Hades are talking about. The woman in front of me, who is wearing nothing but a daring see-through nightgown, is all I can think about.My eyes returned to the rosy nipples visible through the scarlet fabric. Like a f*cking horny teenager, my mouth is watering. My impulse to put those nipples in my mouth, suck on them, and bite down until she makes that startled, demanding moan is the culmination of all my urges.She interrupts my train of thought by reaching for my belt with firm but slightly trembling hands.I ought to halt her, get the laptop, and head to the balcony. Or, even better, I could activate her toy and intentionally torture her for my own amusement, but I'm stuck in place. Even when I tell my limbs to move, they don't.I genuinely desire to see how far she will take this and where she intends to go. Rose has
CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE: THE MEETINGROSE AMARA POVI hang my phone over my shoulder while putting on my pearl earrings. I'm getting a security update from Zeth on the breakfast security measures we spent two weeks implementing. I dialled and invited other mafia bosses' wives, sisters, and female followers to participate.Even Raven and Nathan agreed that the strategy was sound. Not that I needed him to; Ethan didn't mention that he plotted it and let me take all the credit. Still, having the initiative this time was comforting, since I frequently attribute my ideas to others—whether on purpose or unwittingly.Perhaps he did it on purpose, Eya even suggested.The future? The only thing I can be certain of is that nothing will go wrong today.After Zeth is done, I say, "Get the car ready.""Belle and I will arrive shortly."My muscles are sore even though I ran a considerable distance with Zeth and Eya this morning. We frequently work together to stay in shape, but even physical exercise
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: LILY, A FRIENDROSE AMARA POVHades converses with her guards while Belle relaxes on a sofa in the entryway. She is dressed in a stylish floral dress. Her hair looks untidy, and her shoes are just a few days old. She stands and spins around, beaming, as soon as she sees me."What do I look like? ”I smiled at her and allowed her to put her arm around me as I spoke to Hades."Perfect, as usual."With the guards, we went through the security checks. His eyes moved from me to Belle, then back to me."There's no harm in repeating them.""Would you like me to accompany you? ”Ethan's voice entered from behind us, saying, "No need. I'm going with the ladies."Fighting with him about this is pointless. I don't have time for another verbal conflict between him and Hades. I simply nodded at Raven's second-in-command to let him know I was cool with it, and I walked outside after that.A hand is placed on my lower back by Ethan. I recognize the possessive gesture. To let Hade
CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN: MYSTERIESROSE AMARA POVI was completely covered from behind by a big body, and for a split second, I was too dazed to understand what had happened. I can't smell or hear anything. I feel as though I've just woken up in a white room because my vision is so hazy.The familiar voice says, "Stay low," and all my other senses begin to awaken.It is like being yanked out of the ocean and receiving your first breath of fresh air. I became aware that I wasn'tbeen breathing when my lungs begin to burn. My tongue clings to the roof of my mouth, and my ears buzz.The entrance to the coffee shop, the concrete underneath us, the shot on the door..."Do you hear me, Rose? Are you alright? ”Over the continual ringing in my ears, I mumble, "I'm okay."I try to move out from under him, but Ethan holds me there by wrapping his hand around my nape. "Stay still."He has a solid hold on me and won't let me move, which is impossible because his weight is crushing me. He has ever
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: WHERE'S ETHAN?ROSE AMARA POVSerene seems to like me, unlike Emilia, as she talks to me the most out of all the women here. Serene came late and hoped she didn't know what was happening. Belle is the ideal co-host, since she is so endearing and lovely.She is superior to this world. Yet I don't know how I will make her the other side of the world. I check the messages in my group chat with my guards whenever I have a chance.No signs of Ethan. As of the moment."Where is Ethan? I asked calmly. Yet my heart beats faster."His guard must also learn where he went," Eya said."That boy with the bleached hair is useless."As Serene tells me about her grown sons and married life, I sneer before smiling. In the mafia, married people are typically treated with more respect. Only certain people are able to fulfill the task of starting a family.I quickly typed a message to Ethan."Ethan, where are you? Text me whenever you can."I put my phone in my pocket and focused on
CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE: I AM THE OWNER OF YOUROSE AMARA POVHe’s…back.As I turn around, my breathing gets slower.I look up at him, admiring how he has styled his hair back and how his shirt is still expertly tucked into his slacks just as it was when he left earlier. On his body, there are no obvious wounds, bruising, or even dirt. He comes across as perfect as always.Back he is.Those harsh, strong words spread through my body like wildfire. The impersonal communications I received from him in recent years were not the final communication I had with him today.As he moves his hand under my eye to remove moisture, his brow furrows. "What's wrong, you ask?"I want to stop the tears and the weakness, but I lack the ability to do so. They are stuck in my eyelids as a remembrance of the day I was left alone in this room because he failed to appear. He never approached me from behind and inquired as to whether I missed him.I mutter, "You left."He keeps wiping my tears as if, like me,