All Chapters of REVENGE AND LOVE AGAINT MY MAFIA HUSBAND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In the surveillance room, the girls were scared, while Angelo was banging on the walls, saying, “That dog—I know him; he's Max's man. Damn you, I'm going to kill you all.” Ximena looked at him, increasing her fear; perhaps Angelo, besides being her husband, who was up to something, was also a ruthless murderer; he could be one of those crazy people who have several personalities; under that beautiful face lived a legion of poles, which reaffirmed to her that she had to separate from him, to get away from him. She could suddenly sell the shares of the company to go with her parents and sister to the most remote place on the planet to raise goats or kangaroos; she could change her identity; dress as a man; paint her beard; or do anything so that this multifaceted man would not find her. “Ready, my love; I did my part; now it's your turn.” “No, Angelo, I don't remember anything; I promised you something.” “Remember that you have to go to dinner with me.” “I wish they would blackmail

“We can't do anything; you're drugged; tomorrow you'll hate me; let's give you a cold shower.” And he tried to put her in the shower while she kissed his neck. “I will hate you if you leave me initiated again; I want you to love me; let's love each other without limitations that clothes or skin impose on us.” She said this while trying to undo her shirt, pulling it from the sides and causing the buttons to pop off, but his clumsy strength was not enough for that. “We can't do something we'll regret later,” he said as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “No, it's too cold water, but come too,” shouted Ximena, pulling him in and making him get wet too, even with his designer clothes. “Ha-ha-ha-ha,” laughed Ximena. While Angelo could not stop looking at how the white robe that the doctor had put on him got wet, sticking to him and revealing her proud breasts. She seemed to point at him, inviting him to feed until all his hungers were satiated. “Don't be satisfied with

Meanwhile, in the next room, Ximena woke up, disoriented. Seeing that strange room, she remembered everything that had happened. “Oh, it can't be,” she cried, lying back down on the bed, covering her grin from ear to ear, “that wasn't the plan, but it was beautiful and unforgettable, phew!” She got up again. She thought about taking a bath and regretted it. Likewise, she didn't want to get Angelo's smell off her. Although she felt sticky, sweaty, relaxed, and happy, she wanted to feel for a few moments the ravages of her love. Once again, a danger or misfortune became a triumph, a prize. She looked for something to wear and used a shirt that was in the dirty clothes. She slipped into the room without wanting to disturb anything. Leaving a false lump on the bed so that when he was under the illusion that it was still there, he would be sad to discover that it was only the blankets. “What a good joke!” she thought. She went out of the room, trying to find her way to his room. She arr

“It's been a month that, for me, has been a century. I can't believe how I was able to live a life without him. It's too bad that the contract marriage didn't work out; if only he had done his part. We would be together with ten children, three dogs, two cats, and an aquarium full of fish. We would go for a walk every weekend to a different beach, and suddenly we would go for a picnic every month because it's complicated to leave the children alone with the nannies. I would like to take my sister to live with us. I am rushing, and at times I forget that Angelo pretends not to remember that I am his wife. Furthermore, I do not know what he wants; it would not be to take me to bed, since he got it. Likewise, I do not consider it my fortune, because his seems to have no limits, unless he is one of those fortune hunters who marry millionaire women who die prematurely. Mostly poisoned, thus increasing exponentially their assets; that may be my assumption. Like the time I thought that a fema

For a few moments, I feel like I'm in heaven; only I remember that he was with that blonde, and that gives me the strength to take it off and give it to him, telling him,“No, thanks, sir; better give it to your little friend, the woman shareholder of hydrogen peroxide.”“What have you considered? The month I gave you to think about it has passed,” he tells me, thinking he is so important and looking so imposing.“I don't have to consider anything; I am a married woman, and I am leaving this place. I think I drank too much.”“No, what happens is that you get drunk passing by a vineyard; I saw that you only had two cocktails,” he tells me, confirming that he was watching me.“I want to have anything with you anyway.” I unintentionally look at his body, biting my lips.“That's what you've been thinking about all this time, Ximena of my heart.”“My little angel, what happened is that I didn't even remember that deal; it's the truth.”“I don't believe you,” he says, wrinkling her forehead