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Aspen

DAY NINE

The purpose of going to Killian's place was to have dinner with his family for whatever reason. Not that I really cared as our marriage was faked. But not only was the dinner not up to 30 minutes, I did not get to eat anything and I got the worst insult of my life. Even Aria had not insulted me that much before.

Nobody had ever made me feel bad about my status as a poor girl, not until I met Patrick Kavanagh. That man was brutal and the way he kept firing those words at me? They were directly hitting my chest, going straight to my heart to pierce it.

But why did Killian have a different surname from his family? Fuck, rich people were very weird. It was obvious that he had a very strained relationship with both of his parents. I couldn't even tell who the terrible one was. Frankie was undoubtedly an angel. So it was between him and his father. They had the same attitude. He was no doubt Patrick's son. And they were cut off from the same cloth.

“I told you not to mak
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    Aspen The house was massive. Every time I walked through it, I felt the weight of its emptiness pressing in. Killian’s wealth was obvious in the gleam of polished marble floors, the sweeping staircase that curved like liquid, the chandeliers hanging from high ceilings that caught the afternoon sun in a thousand sparkles. It was beautiful, yes, but it made me feel small, fragile. The walls echoed even the softest steps, every creak a reminder that I wasn’t alone, and I couldn’t hide anything forever.Clear was sprawled on one of the plush sofas in the living room, a book open in her lap but her eyes on me more often than the pages. “Aspen… you’ve barely eaten anything today,” she said, tilting her head, the faintest edge of concern in her voice.I forced a smile, adjusting the scarf I had pulled over my chest. “I’m not hungry,” I said quickly. My voice sounded sharper than I intended.Clear set her book aside, rising gracefully from the sofa. “Aspen,” she said softly, walking toward m

  • 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord    98

    Aspen The white walls of the hospital room smelled sharply of antiseptic, the beeping of machines filling the silence. I tried to sit up again, and the nurse’s hand pressed gently on my shoulder.“Slow down,” she said, soft but firm. “You need to let your body recover first. We need to run a few tests, just to be sure everything’s okay.”Clear squeezed my hand, her eyes fixed on mine. “Aspen… I know you’re scared, but you have to stay calm. Everything is going to be fine.”I swallowed, trying to nod, though my throat was dry. My stomach fluttered in a way that made me tense instantly. Something inside me felt wrong, and I had a bad, sinking feeling I couldn’t put into words.The doctor arrived a few minutes later, clipboard in hand. He was calm, middle-aged, with kind eyes that seemed to see more than I wanted him to. Clear stood at my side, her fingers entwined with mine.“Good afternoon, Aspen,” he said, voice warm and professional. “I understand you fainted at home. That can happe

  • 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord    96

    Aspen A week had passed since everything went crazy, since the attack, the chaos, and the night I had spent wrapped up in Killian’s arms. Somehow, despite everything, life had settled into a strange kind of rhythm. Not normal, because normal was never really an option with him, but… easier. Safer, even.I had started noticing things about him I hadn’t before. Small things, little cracks in the armor he carried like it was part of him. He laughed more now, sometimes at the silliest things, and he smiled without that cold calculation I had first met. He took me out to eat more, suggested drives just to clear our heads, even let me pick some of the places. Dates, he called them, though the idea of dating a mafia boss in a contract marriage was still absurd. But I found myself enjoying them.That’s how we ended up here today, in the middle of a park I had wanted to see for months. I had begged, insisting we take a break from the chaos of his world, and somehow he had agreed. He drove me

  • 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord    95

    Aspen I had expected the kiss to feel familiar.That was the dangerous part of contract marriages. You rehearsed the rules so often that you started believing you were immune to surprises. We were married on paper. We shared a bed. We had touched each other before with intention and heat and a careful distance that pretended not to want more. I thought a kiss would simply be another checked box. Proof that we could perform the role when necessary.Instead it lingered on my mouth like a question I did not know how to answer.The restaurant lights faded behind us as Killian opened my door. The night air was cool and carried the faint smell of rain and asphalt. He placed his hand at my lower back out of habit or possession or something else entirely and guided me into the car. His touch stayed a second longer than needed. I felt it through my dress and straight into my chest.The door closed. Silence followed.The city hummed around us as the driver pulled away. Streetlights streaked pa

  • 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord    94

    Aspen The candlelight flickered between us, casting long shadows across Killian’s face. The soft hum of music was almost lost in the thrum of my own heartbeat. My fingers still lingered near his, though I had no excuse for it. Every nerve in my body seemed to recognize him, even when I tried to ignore it.He watched me with that same dark intensity that never failed to make me feel exposed, like he could read every thought I had before I allowed myself to think it.“You are quiet again,” he said, his voice low, deliberate, teasing just enough to be dangerous.I tilted my head, studying him carefully. “I am eating,” I said, though my stomach had completely forgotten about the dessert in front of me.“Sure,” he murmured, his eyes not leaving mine. “You are eating, yet you are also… aware.”I met his gaze for a long moment. The tension in the air was almost unbearable. My pulse quickened. “Aware of what?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.“Everything,” he said simply, leaning s

  • 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord    93

    Aspen Killian sat across from me, his posture impeccable, one elbow resting lightly on the table, the other hand wrapped around his glass of wine. The flickering candle between us cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the edges of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, the depth of his eyes. I caught him watching me before I even noticed it myself, and for a moment, heat pooled in my chest for reasons I refused to name.“What do you want?” he asked, his voice calm but firm, carrying that unshakable weight that made me want to answer carefully.I blinked, forcing myself to lift my chin. “I… I do not know. You chose the place. Surely, you have an idea.” My fingers toyed with the edge of my napkin, twisting it just enough to feel something to occupy my nervous energy.His dark eyes narrowed slightly, scanning me with that familiar intensity that always made me feel under a microscope. “I do not care. I want to hear what you want.”I raised a brow, leaning back slightly in my chair,

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