Marrying the Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

That day, as I followed Papa and Mamma back home, I was surprised to find two people waiting in the living room—Don Valentino and Madre Isabella.The underboss let us know that they'd been waiting for a while.Mamma let out a quiet sigh. "When your grandpa insisted on sending you to Clyravan all those years ago, the Valentinos promised they'd look after you like you were their own."We all assumed you and Felix would end up together. You've been under their care all these years. Now that they're here for you, we can't just turn them away."I paused, then nodded. "Don't worry, Mamma. I'll take care of this."Without another word, I walked into the living room.Donna Isabella's eyes filled with tears the second she saw me. "Sylvie, they're saying you're getting married. Is it true?"I couldn't bring myself to lie to people who had always been so kind to me.I spoke plainly, "Don Valentino, Donna Isabella, I won't disrespect you by lying. Felix and I are done."Don Valentino's us

Once I returned home, Nora immediately launched into the crazy story of that despicable pair, Felix and Lilian.As Lilian teetered on the edge of being kicked out, she rounded on Felix. "Why can't you just admit you've always loved me, Felix? If you didn't care, why were you always hovering around, taking care of my every need? Why even marry me in the first place?"Felix met her gaze with cold indifference before dropping the harsh truth. "I took care of you because Sylvie asked me to. Every single thing I did was to put her mind at ease. If you hadn't been her friend, do you really think I'd have given you the time of day?"His words left Lilian in disbelief, sending her into a frenzy. With a hysterical laugh, she threw herself at him, her eyes bloodshot as she grabbed at his collar."You think declaring your love for her changes anything now?" she hissed. "On our wedding day, I livestreamed the whole thing to Sylvie on a video call. How many times do you think she tried calling

The morning after our wedding, Harold departed overseas on business for the Bonannos.A week had gone by, and he was finally back, but an odd tightness settled in my chest. I sat on the bed, my fingers fiddling with the corner of the covers.The steady sound of the water running echoed from the bathroom.A few moments later, Harold stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. The careless way it hung revealed the sharp contours of his V-cut abs, leaving him looking irresistibly attractive.He loomed over me, unable to hold back a chuckle as he noticed the blush creeping up my neck."Like what you see?" His voice was deep, almost a purr, laced with unmistakable allure.I was on the verge of speaking when Harold's lips captured mine. His tongue swept in with a bold intensity that left no room for refusal.In the next moment, he pressed me onto the bed, his lips moving from the corner of my lips to my jaw, then my collarbone, and lower still. He ripped open my nigh