All Chapters of The Chosen Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We had spent a dreamy night, after Alessio decided to explore my most remote places with his own language, we slept together, with nothing but skin-to-skin contact, and to my great surprise, I slept divine, which I thought would not happen because I was not used to sleeping with anyone, I was used to walking around my bed as owner and lady.That's why I never believed I would sleep like a baby in the arms of a man who was giving me incredible warmth. I just let myself be carried away by everything with ease, I wrapped myself in what I wanted, in what made me feel: protection. With him I felt more protection than with anyone and that was dangerous in more ways than one.Too much because by feeling comfortable, protected and safe with someone unknown, with someone you do not know the motivations, things could get completely out of control, become much more confusing and lower your guard. It was what he told me, but my subconscious was fascinated by everything I was trying for the first

We arrived at the operations center, my place of command. When my wife learned what I intended to do, she insisted on going back home to change. I had no idea what women's obsession with clothing was all about. I understood the need to dress a certain way to evoke power, but analyzing and considering the repercussions of different types of attire was something I would never do, and it was something I would never actively participate in until now.What I found very ironic, without a doubt.All this was due to the fact that my wife was going through an existential crisis. According to her, she had to find an outfit that could convey three things at the same time: power, serenity, and confidence. I had absolutely no idea how that could work, because to me, it had always been nonsense. However, my sister, who saw us entering in the midst of an argument about this, decided to join the conversation and provide optimal solutions to help Amaya achieve her goal.She began pulling outfits out o

After making the promise before the cream of the Camorra, surprisingly, all the men in the room bowed as a sign of respect, and I didn't think they would. In fact, I thought it was crazy of my sister-in-law Gemma to suggest that I make a blood promise in the style of the organization, exactly like the promise Alessio made to me. Nevertheless, doing just that with a confidence I didn't entirely feel had managed to make such an impact on them that my husband was too proud, enough to smile and kiss me in front of everyone, staking his claim before all of them.It struck me as very caveman-like on his part, but I didn't question it. If it made it clear to everyone that I was important to my husband, then I said I would do it in private, in the warmth of our intimacy. After all, we had an agreement never to challenge each other in front of anyone unless our lives were at risk. And there was a valid point to that which I wouldn't refute. I had a belief that he had made that agreement more f

I was about to continue exploring my wife when I heard that they opened the door of the library, from what I heard, it was not only a couple of feet, it must have been three, then I frowned and carefully rolled us to see from above who they were, when I realized I found that Gemma had returned from the hotel with her two friends, Antony and Bronco, men who did not finish drinking, but who left still because they were people who gave a great support system to my little sister."Isn't your brother around here?" Bronco asked with that strange accent he had.He was an African-American raised most of his life away from home, specifically in Switzerland, and worked in the town where Gemma's rest center was."No," she said, "he must have gone out with his wife."I'm still surprised he even married," said Antony, a European heir who had settled on the site and lived with Bronco."It's part of the traditions, everything related to the mafia itself," she summed up and I frowned at the same tim

Hearing how Gemma ended such a cruel fate reminded me of the fact that my marriage formed an alliance that made the Russian and Chechen mafia think twice before touching me or my sisters.That not only shook my body, but woke me up to the terrible reality, one that was undoubtedly far worse than it could be. Witnessing how she broke down, how she sincerely admitted that she could not even let any man touch her, except for my husband for being her savior, which was not only logical, was more than understandable given the atrocious circumstances.So that's why I decided to make a nice gesture for both of us, I got up very early, gave my husband a sweet kiss and went straight to the kitchen, one little confused by the placement of things, but when Emilia, the woman in charge of the house and special cooker, found me there, she could not help but look at me as if I had three heads."What are you doing here, ma'am?" —she asked a little out of perception because she had already heard me say