All Chapters of Mafia King's Fiancé: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lana took a brief bath to clean the sweat and scent of wariness from her skin and then changed into a knee-length turquoise nightgown and wore a robe over it. It was quite suggestive, in fact, all of her nightgowns were but she didn't mind. They were sheer but silky soft.It was already half an hour past dinner and there was hardly a need to first change into painstakingly formal clothes and then waste energy on coming and changing to an attire for the night. She rolled her eyes at the thought of his staff. There was no doubt that his staff was going to think of her as a slut who was seducing their Master in a nightgown when it was clearly the other way around. She hardly bloody cared because she valued her comfort more than people who can be old stories if she was to plot against them.She would have lashed out at him before for being a pervert but for a matter of fact, she knew that he wasn't the one who chose clothes for her. Her husband didn't chose this for

The drive was mostly eventless with Svetlana looking out of the tinted window and Luca attending calls about some shipment that was about to arrive tonight.Vincenzo was on the shotgun seat with her driver on the pilot seat. The first thing he had done when she entered the car was to draw the divider between them like there was anything partially private left between them!She had realized Luca was the exhibitionist type who liked showing off, he had been adamant in joining her.She had convinced him to stay inside till she reached the ground floor or she would run down by the emergency stairs in the opposite direction. Thinking she would really do that and fall by the stairs in her haste and sprain her leg or worse attain another severe injury he restlessly waited.With a straight face, she was trying to give him a silent treatment. All in all, she couldn't understand what he was trying to achieve here by discussing all this confidential information in f

"It would have been nice if you outright told me how much you can't wait to get rid of what you owe me!"Her lips pursed and a tear escaped her treacherous eyes. She wanted to yell at him too! She was frustrated and enraged. Did she have any control left over her excuse for life? Did she have any control over him?'If life really did work with love, sentiments, relationships then she would've thrown it all away but as much as her feelings were important. She needed to preserve her own dignity too, if she could even cheat fate at some point, it wasn't in her priorities right now!"Luca, I don't need money. I don't want things that will be hard to give you once …"once you realize how much of a liability I am."You are too blunt, Svetlana. It's not about money, resources, luxuries, it never was. It's about having each other backs. Didn't you just promise to me your every beat of your pumping heart, every inch of blazing femininity of your body an

Svetlana paced back and forth trying to regain her composure but only helplessness spiraled back. Luca stood with his back to the door looking at her annoyed.She turned to him to say something when his sour expression twisted her guts, "You know what? Let's face it! I don't really know what you are trying to achieve here but this, all of this is nothing but a sham…""Sham? Are you calling our marriage a sham or what I did for you?"She gritted her teeth when he threw in her face how he came with much more in the relationship."My darling." He cut her off with a deadbeat face before she could proceed, "I am not asking you to think different; I just want you to be my Queen for this game that we can play all our lives."Svetlana shook her head and scoffed. What he wanted was an illusion that is if he wanted it at all. She didn't believe a word he said because none of what he said made sense to her. What he did this afternoon was outrageous!

When she had heard her son was getting busy in wok-life and setting new deals, she had thought that he was depressed and was finally getting over his loss but not in her wildest dream had she imagined her son tangled up in this heathen's spell all over again. The Housekeeper reported everything about him and it was beyond her how she could miss this 5 foot some inches tall detail! Useless swines! She couldn't rely on anybody!She wanted to scratch the face of the ravished flushed enchantress. How desperate clingy was she to her only son!Making breakfast in the early hours of dawn she had wished she would be able to cheer him up but it looks some wench was doing a better job cheering him up!From here she could clearly see the markings on her body peeking from the robe which probably were the Masterpieces drawn by her dear son. It didn't take a genius to figure it all out. She was wearing a barely there shirt, was in his bed in the early hours probably for another round. Harlot!Her