Summer Wine
"Eighteen point eight centimeters," I said, pushing my oversized tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of my nose. "According to your anatomical data, that is the estimated length of your private parts, Matteo. I can get results without entering a laboratory."
The soaking wet, shirtless, and absolutely furious mafia boss standing before me was rendered utterly speechless for the first time in his life!
Nova was a genius cybersecurity programmer who suffered from social anxiety, despised human touch, and perceived the world solely through mathematical formulas.Her only dream during her vacation in Crete was to lie down and sleep on the calm waters inside her pink strawberry inflatable tube. However, the sea surface currents had drafted a fatal algorithm for her.
Drifted out into the open sea, Nova found herself aboard the luxury yacht of Matteo—a mafia boss notorious for his cruelty in international waters, possessing a V-taper physique that was illegally flawless.
Was she to hold the hand of this ruthless man to avoid drowning, or become shark bait?
This was exactly how one became the fake wife of a billionaire mafia leader!
Baca
Chapter: 10 ) Marriage Contract Papers Are Waiting For YouThe haydari and roasted eggplant yogurt on my face was beginning to dry and tighten against my skin under the breeze, but since it had successfully reduced the burning sensation by exactly seventy-three point four percent, I was thoroughly satisfied with the status quo. I picked up the ultra-secure, encrypted satellite phone Matteo had given me. As I pressed the touch-screen buttons, a few yogurt droplets from my fingertips left tiny, white smudges across the screen.Matteo sipped his drink, resting his temple against one hand, studying me as if he were watching the most bizarre arthouse cinema film of his life.I dialed my aunt's number from memory and hit the green call button. The phone rang a mere one and a half times before connecting. The familiar, chaotic wave sounds in the background along with my uncle's distant shout of "The best watermelons are the ones with a yellow belly, woman!" traveled all the way to the shores of Gümüşlük."Hello? Who's this, then? A foreign number is
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Chapter: 9) The Garlic ShieldI had run away from Matteo as if I’d seen the devil himself, yes. Instead of giving him an answer, I had focused on the ship's sirens and bolted. I had stopped counting microbes and fled... The yacht gently docked at one of those picture-perfect hidden paradises of the Aegean: the shores of Gümüşlük, Bodrum. The lights of the rustic yet high-end fish restaurants lined up along the water reflected off the sea, and the air was thick with the scent of fried calamari, anise, and sea salt.Right before stepping onto the shore, a massive shopping bag—delivered to the yacht within seconds under Matteo’s orders—was tossed in front of me. Inside the bag was a long, white linen sundress; it was soft enough not to irritate my sensory skin issues. When I put the dress on and looked in the mirror, the situational assessment was crystal clear: a snow-white dress topped with a bright red face entering first-degree burn territory, capped off with oversized horn-rimmed glasses. I was quite literally a
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Chapter: 8) Every İnchesJust as I thought I was going to perish under raining glass shards, exploding bullets, and the crushing weight of Matteo’s massive body, the terrifying noise outside abruptly ceased. A cheerful, boisterous, and overly familiar voice boomed from the yacht's radio and the external megaphone."Oooo, brother Matteo! Welcome, man! Forgive us, our boys thought you were the enemy and fired into the air or whatever! Come on, pull up to the dock, we've got the tea brewing!"I blinked as Matteo slowly rolled off me. It turned out that previous apocalyptic scenario wasn't an execution at all; it was just a "greeting ritual" by a crazy Turkish friend of Matteo's, nicknamed Miço, who ran local operations at the border. The Turkish algorithm for saying hello was dangerously flawed. I made a mental note to bring an umbrella next time.Breathing heavily, Matteo brushed himself off and looked down at me, still sitting on the sofa in my soaking-wet bikini. The moment his gaze swept over my bikini top a
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Chapter: 7) Shut Up Woman"The fake wife algorithm won't work on me," I said, chewing the strawberry. "Besides, I have wonderful virtual friends in Turkey. We met through cybersecurity forums. In fact, I even have a slightly crazy writer friend I talk to online. At the very least, I can snap a few selfies by the Walls of Istanbul before getting deported, so you'd better worry about yourself."I was just about to bite into the second half of the strawberry when the sound hit.RATATATATATATATA!This was nothing like the muffled, distant gunfire we had heard off the coast of Crete. This time, the bullets were slamming directly into the windows of the yacht's luxury salon. As the massive glass panes shattered with a thunderous crash, spraying thousands of crystal shards into the room, every single frequency calculation in my mind cut out like a knife."Get down!" Matteo roared.Before I could even process what was happening or whether the strawberry would lodge itself in my throat, I saw a massive shadow launching
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Chapter: 6) The One-in-a-Thousand Shark BaitI was in the exact dead-center of a likely mafia showdown in the middle of international waters, yet here I was, sitting alone in the yacht's ultra-luxurious salon, face-to-face with a spread of whiskey, a gourmet cheese platter, and handmade chocolates that had been left in front of me. A normal person would be shaking with fear in this situation, but my dopamine receptors were locked onto the seventy percent cocoa content of the chocolate. While analyzing the pore structure of the Gruyère on the cheese platter, I was calculating the diffusion rate of the woody aroma rising from the whiskey glass into the air.Meanwhile, Matteo was pacing at the other end of the salon in front of the massive glass windows, talking heatedly on the phone. Italian words shot out of his mouth like bullets. He had finally changed into a black shirt and dress pants, but his wet hair was still falling across his forehead.After slamming the phone shut and shoving it into his pocket, he turned toward me. His
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Chapter: 5) Something DeliciousAs the muffled sound of machine-gun fire from outside shook the yacht's teak hull, Matteo’s soaking-wet, muscular body still hovered over me like a shield. But that only lasted for about three seconds. The man was a total professional. The wave of shock in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a steel-cold composure.Without moving me away from the wall, he grabbed the black towel behind him with one hand, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled a custom-made, matte-black assault rifle out of a hidden compartment in the bathroom. Everything was happening so fast that my brain simply didn't have enough RAM to process these scenes."Boss! The harbor is completely blocked, we can't turn back to Crete!" shouted the bodyguard at the door, keeping his back turned to the room.The safety of the rifle clicked off as Matteo’s bass-baritone voice echoed through the room."Change the route. Head east. We are going straight to Turkey via the Aegean Sea.""Turkey?!" I shrieked, breaking out of
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