The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I could ignore it. Swirl the steering wheel and drive as fast I could.I should ignore it. I shouldn't give a flying fuck if Ace Reynolds died or not. Wasn't that what I wanted in the last 24 hours?For him to at least, die an untimely death so I could leave the hell hole called marriage?However, I chose to remain in the parking lot. I chose to wait for Ace. My heart prayed that he made it out instead of the other way around. I pressed my palm together, foolishly praying that Jasper doesn't get him instead of planting those palms on the wheel and escaping Ace for once and for good.If Ace finally does any of those things expected of him as a ruthless mafia Don, I have myself to blame. It was I who saw an escape route and chose to ignore it.Finally, Ace Reynolds bursted out through the back door. Unscathed and breathing fine.It didn't look like he arrived from a building where bullets were flying around.Who was this man?Though, his shirt was stained but, I doubt the blood was hi

I flipped my eyes open to a dark room and tired to a chair at the center of that room.It was minuscule with only a bulb hanging low above my end illuminating the room and a medium-sized table sat beside the chair I was tied to.My head still hurt from the assault earlier and I could barely manage to sit up and properly take in my surroundings.It looked like an investigation room however, it wouldn't be with both of my hands tied to the chair. I was abducted. Definitely.Few minutes later, a man, looking over 50 in casual wear, strolled in.He brought a seat along, positioned it before me and settled on it.I raised a brow at him, anticipating an explanation on why the hell I was abducted. The man said nothing and just took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit the cigarette and took a drag.“What the hell is happening? Who are you?”I finally voiced out, my voice hoarse. Had I been unconscious for long?The room was dark and had no window, I couldn't tell if it was already day or if

My lips parted in shock.“W-what?”The shock I felt couldn't contain my voice. We did not one but a third round? And, what? I initiated it?No, this bastard could be lying. He was a murderer and a manipulator, what was lying that couldn't be added to his list of crimes?“I-I know you are lying! Don't think I’d be stupid to believe any lies you cook up!”“Oh baby, you have no idea what we cooked up last night.”Ace smirked, pinning his hot and needy gaze on mine.He is lying, he is fooling you, I kept reminding myself.“W-what do you mean?”Ace suddenly moved closer to him, dangerously barely sparing me breathing space as he regarded my gaze.“I won't share the details with you but, all I would tell you is that we were on this couch and you gave me the best ride of my life.”He brought his fingers to smoothly caress my face.“All along I thought you were 18 and inexperienced but, you did meet me with a great surprise. Let's do more of that in the future - surprise.”Ace leaned closer,

We didn't have sex. My virginity wasn't broken. Yet, I let a stream of tears roll down my face after I had revisited the memories.We didn't do anything but, I still threw myself at him. The only reason we did nothing was because Ace didn't want to. He probably wanted to use that fact to hunt and mock me.For my slutty act and for my desperation. He would mention, everytime he had the chance, that I had begged him to have sex with me. It was incense. I know it was the incense but I still did it anyway. The did had been done. Incense or no incense. I threw myself at the man that abducted my sister, his supposed bride, forced me into a loveless marriage and killed my boyfriend’s brother. It made me feel so filthy.Ace stepped out. And I stayed glued to the bed throughout the evening, staring into the ceiling and letting even more tears leave my eyes as I kept recalling my pathetic attempt at having Ace sleep with me last night.I also thought about how I was going to face him. How w

I pressed my ear closely into the door to pick up the conversation; however, a voice downstairs interrupted me. A familiar voice. I walked away from Isobel’s bedroom door and peeked downstairs, placing my hand gently on the railings. It was who I thought it was. Valerie. Valerie wore a beautiful, black mini gown and she had her jet-black hair up in a ponytail style. She looked gorgeous and I've missed her so fucking much. She was speaking to Aunt Quinn, smiling sweetly at something she said. Breaking the rules of never going downstairs till the funeral was over, I marched down the stairs, rushing over to Valerie and immediately wrapping my hands around her when I was within reach. She hugged me back, circling her hand around my waist. We've not seen each other for a week but it felt like years. “I’ve missed you so much.”