All Chapters of Wrecking My Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: A Bottle of Whiskey and ChessAdriano cared enough to get me pills to prevent pregnancy. He was willing to take it slow with me, believing I was too scared to have children. I was, but that's not the point. I didn't want to have kids with him."Mia cara- My dear," Mamma Lia greeted me with an unusual glow on her face."Mamma Lia," I smiled.She grabbed my arm gently and pulled me into a corner. "How was it?" She wiggled her eyebrows."What do you mean?" I laughed in confusion."You don't think I woke up early just to give you pancakes, do you?""Nothing happened." It was embarrassing to tell her these things."The pool area says the opposite," she smirked, and my face turned red."We just had dinner," I shrugged.She shook her head. "I know you did more than just have dinner. You can't tell me you left the walls of that large mansion just to have dinner. I thought children today are wild and liberal, why are you so shy to tell about how a romantic night went? Was the sex-"

Chapter 43: Paint with Me"You've got to be kidding me," I snorted."I'm not that fun of a person that I'd joke about something this important. Olivia will go with you to the mansion.""As what, my distant cousin?""No, she'll be your personal attendant." She leaned back onto the couch. "You're the Don's wife, anything you say goes, doesn't it?""Fine.""Good." She smirked, and it was sure whether it was just me, but it looked evil. It looked like an evil grin. "She'll look around because unlike you, she's gone through several deadly missions."I cut her off. "Like you'd let me go on any of them even if I wanted to."Parrying my statement, she continued. "She'll search then tell you what she finds and feed you back once a day when she has to help you with whatever." She cleared her throat. "Now with that being said, I'll leave you both to come up with a story to feed the Don.""You're leaving.""No, you're leaving my office. I have unfinished things to get to."I thought it would be be

Chapter 45: Why are you being so nice?—☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ—I rolled on the bed from one side to the other before reluctantly opening my eyes. I wanted to stay in bed longer, but the soft light filtering from the window wasn't helping. I was just too exhausted. I ran my hands over the mattress, then around the lamp stand to grab my phone. I checked the time and it was already twelve noon."Shit. Shit," I grumbled, rubbing my eyes. I sat up and stretched my upper body for a bit.My phone beeped with a text.[Happy new month, sista! Remember it's your birth month. Any plans? Ouu, I also feel like clubbing next Friday, so hit me up if you're in. Bye, Mia Cara! ~ Rosa]A wave of disappointment rushed through me. Why was I expecting him to text? I kept contemplating whether it was right for me to send a text or not. I shook my head. Half of the day was gone, I should at least make good use of the rest of it.I took a bath, got into black sweatpants, a black top, and made my hair into a neat bun. I h

Chapter 47: That man's son.Armani whisperrd to my ear, and I turn to Dante's son. "Thanks for the dance." I courtesy before leaving with him.On our way out I glance at Maria's table only to find out that she's left."What's going on?" I spoke in a hushed tone."Lucres has found our location. We have to leave." Lucres was one of the people Maria did business with. He was a scumbag who refused to complete a job worth billions, and Maria told him he won't be getting a dime from her because if Maria's giving you a job she expects perfection."How?" I panicked. "That man is insane." My orbs darted from side to side as we hurried down the stairs case of the hall where the limo was waiting."Serena!" I spun around and found Dante's son at the top of the staircase. "Please, wait." "We don't have time for this. Let's go." I listened to Armani, fuck Dante's son they could all go to hell."Is this for you?" I halted as I was about get into the limo.I spun around to my find my locket in his h

Chapter 49: You shouldn't be here! A black jeep came in first, followed by a limo doused in black, then there was a dark blue car following after; this was the order in which Anastasia Di Salvo came into the mansion. She stepped down from the limo with gracefulness written all over her. Her long black velvet dress hugging her slim body, and over it was an expensive looking white fur coat. Pursing her red lips, she took a while to take in her surroundings through her dark rimmed shades, her silky brown hair blowing due to the breeze. Perhaps that was the way I viewed her- majestic. The way she carried herself spelled diva in a different way. I was amazed. Was she really in her late 40s? I wanted to be like her at her age, in physique though. 'Let's take a look at her demeanor first before we decide to be exactly like her.' My subconscious spoke to me. We, the family stood just upfront the mansion entrance to welcome her in. Took me back to the day when Rafaelle stood outside to wel