All Chapters of Married to my fiancé's father: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALESSANDRO I would have to get in contact with Ghost soon and schedule the next three dates I would require services. That actually improved my mood slightly. For some reason, I liked corresponding with Ghost. I found the humor that shone through those short messages entertained me.The next morning when I woke up, I felt at peace for the first time in over three years. I checked my phone to see if Lorena or Ella had reached out to anyone. Nothing, not a single email or text went out. I logged into the security system and accessed the cameras in her son’s room. By the time I was done with meetings and handling all the business I had missed over the last few days, Lorena had already gone to bed, along with her son.The room I designated for Matteo came up on my phone screen, and I found Lorena’s sleeping form. Her brown colored hair spread across the pillow, making her skin appear even paler than it really was. I fucking hated that hair color. She still looked beautiful, but someth

ALESSANDRO “And where are you going to go?” I taunted her. “Back to the Calvino empire.”Angry red blotches marked the skin on her chest and her breathing slightly labored. I pissed her off. Good.“Alessandro.” I didn’t miss the warning in my aunt’s voice, but I never wavered my eyes from my wife. Her whole posture tensed, her gaze burning with hate.Ignoring my aunt, I continued. “Don’t even contemplate calling them. This time, I’ll know before you betray me.”“Fuck. You.” Sitting rigidly, her spine stiff, the look my wife gave me was a clear indication of how much she despised me. I remembered back to our early days of marriage. We fought back then too, but we only did it when alone, without witnesses. Even when I taunted her, she always refused to bait around my aunt worried she’d get upset. Clearly, she no longer had those qualms.Ella walked in at that moment, breaking up the glaring contest my wife and I had going on.“Morning,” Ella murmured and handed my wife her phone. A l

ALESSANDRO “Were you able to crack the firewall?” I questioned him. No wonder our tracer on both their devices showed no activity. They were both hiding all their transactions behind layers of firewalls.“Almost there.” If I wasn’t so agitated and needed to know what my wife was doing, I’d laugh. Massimo fucking hated that those two were giving him run for his money. He was actually impressed and planned on using some of its set up to upgrade our own security system.“Where is Roberto?” I questioned him.“He was with your aunt for about five minutes and then headed for the city. He said he had to take care of some shit.” Frowning, I wondered what shit he would have to take care of. I didn’t send him to take care of anything for me. I glanced at the screen again, forgetting Roberto, and Massimo continued as if he could read my mind. “Lorena has been messing around on the laptop and Ella sunbathed and swam all morning.”“And the boy?”“ Zia took him to a playground.” I raised my ey

LORENAForty-eight hours. That was all it took. Barely two days, and I wanted to murder my husband more than anything else.I was so furious I saw red. I barely stepped foot into his house, and he already dominated my life and my schedule. First at the pool, he swarmed me with his presence. Then demanded I change my hair color. Who in the hell did he think he was? But I bit my tongue and made the appointment. For the same day, just as he demanded. It was back to its black mane.Of course, I would never admit to him that I liked it better this way too. I never used permanent hair color so the hairdresser was able to strip the color off without major damage to my hair and did an amazing job bringing it back to my natural color. Or as close as possible to it because honestly, after all that time, it was hard to remember the exact shade of it. It felt good to have it cut and freshened up.Next, he designated Matteo’s room closer to his own bedroom rather than Ella’s and where I intende

LORENA“You already said you won’t believe anything I say, so why should I bother? Since you obviously stole my gun here with a sole mission in mind—killing me with it. Why don’t you get on with it?”“You asshole…” My voice breaks before I recover it. “You won’t even try?”“You’re my only wife. I only wanted to reach an agreement with your family due to that fact. I went behind your back because I knew you’d never allow such a meeting to happen. I didn’t try to kill you and never will. I’ve been going fucking crazy for the past couple of months until the moment Luca said you were alive. I only half believed him until I saw you in Tuscany. There. I tried. Do you believe me and the fake marriage with Simona was to convince the older Don to relinquish power to me?”He says the words with an ease that’s hard to take seriously, let alone believe.He’s telling me what I want to hear just so he can play with me again.Fool me again.This time, kill me for real.He takes another step forward.