All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia’s Contracted Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next few hours were an absolute nightmare for me. I was dragged to the police station as a witness to what happened. The worst part about it all was that I wasn't allowed to say anything. Just as Leo was being put in the ambulance, he whispered to me harshly, "Don't say a word. Act shell-shocked!"I understand why I can't say a word. This isn't new to me; I always knew that I couldn't say a word about anything that was happening to us or could happen to anyone. There are too many risks involved and this time, there is no exception. "Miss Morelli," the officer in front of me begins, "what is your relationship to these people?""My lawyer," I say for the tenth time. "I need my lawyer." I have been patiently waiting for someone to arrive to take me out of this place. There is too much noise and everything is chaotic. I feel like I have done something wrong even though I'm an innocent. I never asked for Ezio to approach me and try to save me. I didn't want him to.It isn't my fault

Igor deepens the kiss while pulling me closer to him simultaneously. This is my first kiss ever. I've never been touched or held this way by anyone else before. My body is flush against his, and I marvel at how different our bodies are to each other. My softness is a sharp contrast to his hardness. It feels like I'm being pressed against a wall.I tilt my head back to grant him better access to my mouth. His grip around the back of my neck is hard but I don't mind it. I'm surprised by how my body is reacting to this kiss; the place between my thighs is throbbing and I'm overpowered by this feral need to take things to the next level. I want more. I want everything that can be taken from this. I want him. The shock of being in his arms and kissed by him doesn't hit me. In fact, this feels like the most natural thing to do. If I knew how good it would feel, I wouldn't have made such a fuss about him kissing me in the rooftop. Igor breaks the kiss to peer into my eyes. The look in hi

I spend practically the whole day awaiting Igor’s return. The longer I wait, the more nervous I become. My hands are sweating and I catch myself hyperventilating almost all of the time. I’m eager to find out if something between us has changed because the truth is this:I don’t know. Last night, we said and did things that I never in a million years would have guessed would happen between us. It was abrupt and unexpected, but I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it even now when it’s behind us. It’s pure insanity, but it’s how I feel. I’m aware that he has feelings for me—he’s told me before and last night was merely a confirmation—but u don’t know where I stand, and that’s what’s concerning me. When he walks through those doors, I’ll have to figure something out. I’m hoping he’ll come soon so I’ll know what to do on the spot. That isn’t practical, though. It would be more beneficial if I knew where I wanted to take this because I have a good indication of what he wants. Although I e

I put in extra effort in my appearance for tonight. I'm anxious about what he has to say to me but I'll find out soon because he called Hubert to ask him to remind me about it. He said he would be back by seven, so I have fifteen minutes left. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. There is a massive change in my appearance and I don't look sad and rundown anymore. Things have been crazy but I think it's safe for me to say that it's starting to get better and I feel better. If someone asks me when exactly I got into this mindset, I won't have an answer for them. Just the other day I was angry at him not to touch me and now I was here.I try not to dwell on it too much as I apply the finishing touches. I opt for a soft pink gloss instead of lipstick, simply because I don't want to overdo it. My hair is already in a messy-but-chic updo and I'm wearing the best dress I currently own, a sequined champagne-colored dress. It might be a little too much just for dinner downstairs but I'm

The panic coursing through me is ruthless and cruel. I stare at Igor for the longest time while I try to internalize what I’ve heard. It’s simply not possible. My family can’t be here. “Hurry,” Ivan says from the other side of the door. “Before all hell breaks loose.”We sit up hurriedly. A cold feeling seeps into my bones. I ask him, “How?”“I don’t know,” he answers as he buttons himself up. “We’ll have to find out.”I lower my dress so it covers my legs and look around for my panties. I can’t find them. I’m not even thinking straight at this point. Igor is put together in no time but I feel like I’m still unkempt. I touch my hair. It’s all over the place. I don’t even know when this happened. “Clara,” he says to me tenderly. “It’s going to be alright. You have nothing to be scared of. I’m not going to let them hurt you.”I nod and follow him out the door. My heart is beating in my throat and I can barely breathe from the nervousness I feel. How am I going to face them after so