All Chapters of Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

TWO MONTHS LATER•••"Oh, aren't you the luckiest woman in the universe?" One of the women who sat with Rosana, watching the ongoing chess game asked. "Just take a look at those muscles...""Too late, we already concluded he's a god amongst men""He certainly is. If he was mine, I would keep him locked up forever. Can't have women like us swooning over him" Another woman added and they laughed. Just then, Sergio claimed another victory and everyone in the room couldn't help but express their disbelief and admiration. As they all congratulated him, Rosana smiled and sipped her lemonade. It was always a thing of joy to see him progress.When he first began playing chess, he was a complete novice, his lack of experience leading to defeat after defeat. But over a month, he had devoted himself to mastering the game, studying strategies and tactics, and honing his skills through countless matches. "I can't believe it!" One of the men exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief."He's done it

"Come with me!" Rosana led him to the bed and made him lie down. After securing herself on top of him, he gently guided her hands to his bare chest, his eyes locked onto hers. As her palms traced the contours of his muscles, he slowly lowered them down to his stomach. Despite the tattoos that covered his skin, her fingers instinctively found the raised lines of the scars."Oh my god!" Tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained silent, not wanting to probe further into the painful memories that lingered beneath. She had already heard enough about his father's cruelty, and the thought of revisiting those horrors was too much to bear."After I killed my father, I took control of the Mafia. I was just a little boy, inexperienced and underestimated by many. They thought I was too young to lead, and numerous plots were fucking hatched to overthrow me. Some hired skilled assassins to take me out, while others attempted to do the job themselves. The rest tried to exploit those closest to

NEXT MORNING~DURING BREAKFAST Sergio sat at the head of the table with Rosana to his right, serving him breakfast while the twins sat on either side of her, bouncing with enthusiasm. The table was laden with a lavish breakfast spread, but the real show was always the endless banters."Ah-ah, no you don't!" Rosana said, deftly swiping the jam-filled spoon out of Vincenzo's hand. Even with her eyes never leaving the skillet, she still managed to catch the sneaky move. "How does Mommy do that?" Vincenzo asked, his eyes widening in surprise as he slumped back in his seat, his shoulders sagging in defeat. His twin, Alessandro giggled at the failed attempt. "Yeah, Mommy's got eyes in the back of her head!" Vincenzo gasped with wide eyes. "That's impossible!""I thought we agreed mommy is a superwoman?" Sergio asked, looking up from the paper he was reading."Are you a superwoman, mommy? Do you have invisible eyes at the back of your head?" Rosana chuckled, sliding a plate of pancakes in

Wrapping her hair around his fist, Sergio used it as leverage to make her take him deeper. He drove into her with one deep thrust, and her yelp turned into a series of whimpering moans as he pounded her from behind. They mingled with his grunts and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Fuck, Rosana!" He shuddered and came inside of her, just after she reached the peak of her second orgasm. Breathlessly, they remained in that position before he finally carried her into the bathroom where he gently placed her inside the warm bubble bath. He got in behind her and began washing her body. "Ville told me you visited the clubhouse""Yes. Had to get out of the house" She replied and leaned back into him. "But I was not alone. Lucretia came visiting""You should be resting, Bambolina""Of course. Say that to what we just did"He smirked, running his hands on her tiny bump. "That was a fucking exercise, you deserve it"As he continued washing her body, she remembered the conversation s

With Sergio at work and the twins at school, Rosana had the house all to herself and was free to immerse herself in her artwork. She stayed up in her studio, trying to finish up a family portrait she had started working on some months ago. In the painting, she sat at the center, her smile warm and radiant. On either side of her, the twins stood with boyish grins, each a mini version of their father. As they grew older, their personalities began to reflect the qualities of both parents. Alessandro, much like his father, possessed a quiet reserve, his cool demeanor a stark contrast to his brother's friendly nature. Vincenzo on the other hand, exuded warmth and charisma just like his mother and could easily connect with those around him. Though their personalities diverged in many ways, the twins remained inseparable.In the painting, Sergio loomed tall and strong behind them, his chiseled features and perfectly sculpted face exuding handsomeness. Though his expression was serious, his