All Chapters of Deceiving the Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Wedding of the century… it says.I looked at my photo in the magazine. With my luxury dress and perfect get up, surely, no one would recognize the poor Katherine Sullivan's face. Besides, I was living in a small town in Washington. Those people who knew me there didn't care about the people in high society. I even doubt if this news had reached those cheap broadsheets. In Great Britain maybe, but not in Washington.I guess it's also the reason why Peter purposely searched for a substitute in that small town far away from Manchester because if someone would recognize the impostor in the middle of pretense, it would create a big trouble.My eyes drifted to the man next to me in the featured picture. Adam was in his dark suit, staring straight with his set of deep dark eyes as if he was trying to intimidate the photographer. His face was clean-shaven and his pitch black hair was brushed up neatly. His brows were thick enough and curving at his eyes perfectly

I glared at Adam and pulled my hand when the driver wasn’t watching. Thinking that we will spend the night together later makes my stomach churn. But then, at least we already had an agreement that he won’t demand anything else. We are clear on that part so I am kind of relieved. But still, I still can’t help feeling uneasy about it. Imagine, I was never in a romantic relationship before and I had never slept with a man, and yet I will be sleeping in the same room with a ruthless, tsundere, and narcissistic billionaire. Could there be something worse than that?The reception was full of pretense. I was smiling the whole time, saying my thank yous to the endless greetings. I tell you, it was not fun at all. Especially when there's this grumpy man beside me holding my waist and pissing me off every time he says words I don't like."You know what

“Mr. Velasquez said that you may enjoy all the resort’s services for free, Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont. If you need anything, just call customer service on the telephone,” the staff said when we arrived at our room’s door. The way she addressed us gave me goosebumps. It’s just really strange, you know. Not strange in a good way since I don’t think I would ever want that title for myself. I’d rather marry a beggar than marry someone as cold-blooded as Adam. He has all the riches in the world, alright. But for people like me, money isn’t the center of the world. And a man like him, he for sure will only treat his real wife as slave, which I will never allow to happen to me. “Thank you,” Adam said coldly. The staffs bringing our things went in along with us but immediately left. I sighed when I was left with Adam alone again. Every time we are alone together, it feels like the breathable air isn’t enough for both of us. It feels suffocating. Maybe because I’m still in

“Have you seen that?” I asked Adam while laughing when we entered our room.“Seen what?” He went to the corner table and poured himself some wine. I went to get my own glass. He poured some wine in it too.“The girl, Adam. Isn’t it obvious? She likes you.”He didn’t have any reaction. He only sipped on his wine. “And?”“And what? It’s just a little ridiculous. I mean, I’ve watched several movies with the ‘other woman’ tropes, but I couldn’t believe I experienced it first hand. She was trying to make me feel bad and seduce you the whole time, if you didn’t notice it.” I was still smiling like an idiot. It was such an entertainment. “If you she only knows that there is really nothing going on between us.”I sipped on my wine and traced the lid with my finger.“But honestly, I find her really bold and interesting. Apart

Katherine and Adam in their past lives... My head was aching badly when I opened my eyes. I knew at once that I was in a grand unfamiliar room I've never visited before. A golden chandelier was hanging above and the intricate details of the furnitures and every corner reminded me of the Victorian style. But even though it looked classic, it also has a bit of modern touches. Sure, it was a good place to sleep in, but where was this place exactly? As I rose slowly in a sitting position, the double doors of the room opened. A man in an all black attire went in. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks and black overcoat. One look and I knew he was close to my age. A few years older than me at least. He was tall, lean and his chest was broad. He looked strong. My gaze then climbed to his face and found a pair of raven brooding eyes. His features were marked with hardness, especially his angular jaw that brought enough manlin