All Chapters of The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nila’s POV“Great,” I whisper under my breath, dropping my bag on the recliner in the living room. It’s been months since I’ve been here, but nothing has changed. The same pale curtains, beige furniture, and blank white walls. It’s like a hospital. Cold and lifeless. I’ve always hated it. The first real money I made, I rented my own place just to escape this boring space.“I’m home!” I call out loudly.The click of heels echoes from the kitchen, and my mom appears. Sandra Roberts looks as polished as ever, tall, blonde, with perfect makeup and a white silk dress that probably hasn’t seen a wrinkle in its life. I roll my eyes. Of course, it’s white.“You’re three hours late,” she snaps, crossing her arms. Then her sharp gaze zeroes in on my face. “What on earth have you done to yourself?”“What do you mean?”“That thing on your nose!” she exclaims.“It’s called a piercing, Mom.”She gasps. “People get sick from those! When your father sees you, he’s going to have a heart attack.”“I’m

Nila's POV The evening is unusually warm, but a chill runs through me as I step out of the restaurant. My dad grabs my arm, rushing me toward the car while asking questions. I can’t focus on his words. I climb into the passenger seat, my legs shaking. The adrenaline is gone, and now I’m left with the aftermath.I’ve never been as terrified as I was walking into that restaurant, unsure if they’d decided to kill us after all. Keeping calm and steady while facing that dangerous man took everything I had. A few times, I almost slipped, but if he’d sensed any weakness, it would’ve been over for my dad and me. His wheelchair didn’t fool me for a second. One look into his eyes told me exactly what he was a ruthless man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone.Adrian Di Salis. I expected some old man with a potbelly. Why else would he need to force a woman into marriage? But I couldn’t have been more wrong.During our short meeting, I kept my gaze on his as much as I could, but I still caugh

I don’t think he’ll ask me to explain, but he does. His question catches me off guard. “Why not? Is it because of the wheelchair?” His tone sounds casual, but there’s something hidden in it that I can’t quite figure out. I stop watching the crowd and meet his eyes. “No, it’s because I’m not some obedient little dog, Mr. Di Salis.” Adrian laughs softly, shaking his head as he takes another sip of his drink. “What happened?” I nod toward his legs. “You don’t waste time or beat around the bush do you, Nila?” “Would you prefer I did?” “It was a car bomb,” he answers, voice calm but clipped. “Shrapnel tore through my right knee and shattered it.” “Does it still hurt?” “Like hell,” he replies, then downs the rest of his drink. “You have money,” I say. “Can’t you get some sort of surgery?” He leans back in his chair, a faint smirk on his face. “Turns out, there are things even money can’t fix.” “That sucks,” I reply with a shrug. “At least you can afford to buy a wife

“I’ll call the kitchen when we’re ready for dinner,” Adrian says.“Of course.” The man nods and starts to leave, but before he does, he glances at me with a look of interest.From the look on his face and the way his eyes widened after Adrian’s words, I can tell that gossip will start soon.When we exit the elevator, Adrian leads me down a hallway to the left and through a big wooden door. Inside, there’s a huge space with a living room in the middle. To the left is a library, and to the right is a modern kitchen and a dining area. The furniture is simple, probably to make it easier for Adrian to move around. The room is decorated in warm colors mostly browns and cream, using a lot of natural materials, especially wood. It looks modern but still warm and inviting. I like it.“We need to go over a few things,” Adrian says, pointing to the living area, where a long sofa sits in front of a big TV on the wall.“You’ll sleep in the room over there,” he says, pointing to the right. “My room

She blinks, and instead of replying, she quickly turns and runs to her room. The door slams shut just as it hits me, and I feel anger rising in my stomach.Someone must have hurt her badly for her to react like that.Nila's POV The clock on the nightstand shows it’s three p.m. I know I can’t stay locked in here all day. But I also can’t bring myself to go face Adrian after what happened this morning. He probably thinks I’m crazy. Even after two years, my mind is still messed up.It was getting better. I had reached a point where I could be around big guys without freaking out. I could even talk normally, as long as they didn’t touch me. Sure, most people, especially men, are taller than me. But most of them don’t make me panic. The only men who trigger that reaction are the ones who are as tall as Peter was, with a lot of muscle.Adrian doesn’t look like Peter, who had blonde hair and a surfer look, but they are about the same height and build. Maybe if I had been warned or knew what