All Chapters of Nights With My Husband's Mafia Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

VENESSA'S POVI fear that my husband has gone missing. I thought he knew the whole world and couldn't get lost in the middle of the ocean. Yet it has been seven days since he last answered my call, and I have been calling relentlessly like a siren. Could he have left this bleak world and never got a chance to let me know? A week ago I borrowed a huge loan from Weiss Bank to fund his event planning business which was encountering financial difficulties. He left home the next day, didn't call me even once to let me know how things were going. It's like he became a ghost, because none of his friends claim to know where to find him either. I should file a missing person's report today he has proved to be missing in all versions of the word. I grab my handbag and start to head out when my phone rings. I hope it's him and not one of those appalling phonecalls people get informing them that a body of their loved one has been found. "Hello Ven," a deep, attractive voice greets from the ot

VENESSA'S POVI single hotel room that costs twenty thousand dollars to sleep a night. One would think that it is made of pure gold and there would be a choir of angels to entertain us.There are other lavish stuff though. Like the monstrous bed that has pure silk covers. The customised minibar with premium drinks, the hot tub in the next room and the free dinner that will be arriving in three hours. For some reason everyone appears to regard my escort like a small god. It appears he is popular, but not a celebrity I have heard of. In a city like this only one thing could be a source of fame, and that is a great fortune. He must be filthy rich. I have an urge to take a photo of this magnificent room and his shirtless, muscular body and send the image to my cheating husband. Would he regret his betrayal? I doubt it. And it would be unpleasant to involve a stranger in my personal troubles. My rich escort has a pleasant smile on his pretty face as he pulls me closer to him. He probably

VENESSA'S POVBianca watches me with a concerned expression while applying her makeup. It puzzles me how she manages to look younger with time. She puts a lot of effort in perfecting her appearance, but only surgeries can take ten years off a person's face. I do not think she gets them just to be clear. Perhaps it is angels who wash her face at night."I care about you deeply, Venessa. And to be honest I would hate to see you separated with your husband. We both know that you have terrible luck in attracting men. Who do you think will help you pay that loan if you divorce Marcus?" she questions. There are things I haven't told her. One being that I am pregnant with a stranger's child. Or that I plan on escaping the city with a new identity once I get the divorce. None of those things would please her so I must keep them to myself. "I am certain that Marcus cannot help me pay the loan even if he had the money to," I tell. She still shakes her head. "Most husbands cheat, Venessa. It'

VENESSA'S POVWhat kind of person gets appalled by the news that his brother is now a billionaire? Only a man consumed with obsessive envy. I bet that not a shred of my husband's selfish heart loves his brother.He must be upset that none of his family members will wish that it was him who got the fortune from their father, despite having his cheap suit on. I wouldn't choose him either. He would have wasted the money or whatever it was on luxurious vacations and pretty women. His mother waits for him to recover from the shock before speaking again."How have you been all this time, dear? You rarely talk to us," she asks. "I have been really perfect. As you may know, riches aren't everything. My wife and I are having the happiest life in the world and I couldn't ask for more," he lies, once again fighting desperately for his precious reputation. But his expression cannot convince a toddler. His mother's gaze shifts towards me. "Venessa, I am surprised that you-""Marcus insisted o

VENESSA'S POV"He paid me to accompany him. I didn't know you're his brother," I answer. "Regrettably we were born of the same parents. We are foes however," he replies. "Did you know who I am that night at the club?" I ask. He never asked my name. Could it be that sleeping with me was his way of pissing off his brother?"When Marcus first married you he enjoyed rubbing it on our faces as he knew you were the kind of woman I wanted. Deep down I knew that no woman deserved the punishment of being stuck with him for years. So when I saw you alone that night I knew that you could use a better company, even for a single night," he says. It was a beautiful night, the kind I haven't had in a long time. But he should have told me the truth and let me make my own decision. It feels good to know that despite my lack of confidence someone as rich him would like my kind. It is a huge boost to my non-existent self esteem."You don't mind changing into a better dress, do you?" he asks. "Can I