LOGINTRIVIAS POV.
The door flung open suddenly, sending jolts of electricity down my spine.
“You filthy whore!.”Embry's raging voice called out on cue as he stormed into the room, grabbed me by the neck, and threw me against the floor.
“What's this about?” I asked, parting my lips slowly as I dared not glance up into his eyes.
“I would have known better than to get married to a lowly servant like you, useless to the core! And now you are sleeping around? So you bloody think I'm a fool?” He asked again, his gaze bloodshot as he bent to my level, yanked at my hair, and grabbed at it with full force.
“You are dead to me from this instant; I do not ever want to see you or hear anything about you.”
“I did nothing, I swear.” I pleaded, tears falling from my eyes as I listened to him rage on.
“I saw you, my two bloody eyes, walking out of Stephan's room today, and I came after you, but here you are still laying against the floor, acting all pretentious!” He yelled again; it seemed more surreal to me.
I didn't know what he was getting at. Stephan was his half brother who had tried seducing me countless times already, but I wasn't a whore. I remained faithful to Embry, but why was he claiming to have seen what he hadn't?
“Oh, please stop with the crappy tears and hold whatever it is you have to say to me. I knew you were cheap, bloody weak, useless down to the core, but a filthy low life would never amount to anything. I blame all this on my father!” He yelled again, held me tight by the cheekbone, and I winced from pain, knowing if he applied a little more force, my jaw was definitely going to break apart.
“You disgust me,” he added in with a scoff. He moved away from me and proceeded to walk out before I grabbed onto his feet.
“embry wait.. Please.. Listen to me; just because it wasn't me, I didn't do it. It had nothing to do with me. I swear by the moon goddess, I had been in my room all night. Ask the guards, the maids, anyone. No one had seen me come out; there is nothing between Stephan and me." I pleaded again as I kept on crying.
Tears streaked off my cheeks to no stop as he jerked his legs off my grip.
“You are crazy if you think I have a reason to be bothered by your thoughts or nonsense... I want nothing to do with you again; you can go ahead and be his mistress. I had better plans either way, but the blood moon festival is tomorrow. You are to remain locked up in this room until I say otherwise, and in two days I will know what to do with you. Filthy pig.”
Having said that, he stormed out of the room and passed out orders to the guard by the door to bolt the lock until he gave other orders.
I remained on the floor bawling my eyes out, my hand grabbed tight against my chest, as I felt the pain seep in at intervals.
I was certain he had not seen me because I remained in my room all through. I had no reason to lie, but with him, it tended to be different things; someone had lied to him about it, and he trusted those words over mine.
The door pushed open again, and I raised my eyes in the direction, surprised to see Pearl, my personal maid, in my chambers. I knew it was against Embry's orders; he wasn't going to allow it.
She fell to her feet, bending on all fours, as tears dropped from her eyes as well.
“I don't know what this is about, Pearl, but you should not be here.” I complained hastily, scared for her.
“I know, my lady, but I have failed you... You trusted me, but I betrayed you.” She ranted on and on, and my heart skipped beats. I wanted to know what she wanted to say, but I didn't want to hear it. Pearl was the only thing closest to me as family.
“I'm sorry, my lady; I could not say anything to you. Please forgive me; the mistress had asked me not to say a thing.” She pleaded, and then my face fell, and pain tugged at my heart. Things like this never end well.
“Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it." I yelled, letting go of my anger all at once. I don't want to lose her as well.
“the alpha… He has a mistress; he brings her to the pack house at intervals.'' Pearl admitted it, and my heart shattered yet again. With more unbearable pain, a mist of tears formed in my eyes as I fought hard to keep them in.
“I was forced to lie to the Alpha; I had to tell him you went to the Lord Stephans room over the night. I had no choice; she threatened my family. I needed to do it. She would have killed them if I didn't do as she said; I lied; it was all me; I told the Alpha you and Lord Stephan had been having an affair for five months now.” She blurted out, sending waves of pain all through me.
She lied to me. She bloody betrayed me; I trusted her the most, and she played it in my face, but embry... He had a woman elsewhere—a mistress, a concubine.
“Who else knows?” I asked slowly as my lips parted with ease.
“Everyone, the whole pack, but you, the red blood moon festival tomorrow, it's their wedding," she admitted again, and I saw as tears trickled down from her eyes.
“I'm sorry, my lady; I could not do anything about it, '' she pleaded, sobbing continuously.
She stopped, her eyes trailing off behind me as she frowned hard. She looked frightened, and I turned in the same direction.
“She's here; this is his mistress." Pearl added in hastily, her gaze fixed on the female figure standing before the door.
“What do you mean she's his mistress?” I asked, and doubt filled my voice.
“Sheila is my best friend, not a mistress!” I yelled
“oh darling.. Your little maid is right, and it isn't mistress anymore; it's fiance.” She responded and held her finger up. My eyes fixed on her huge diamond studded into a ring. My best friend was my mate's mistress.
ISABELLA'S POV.Antonio was in fucking danger; it was because of me.I was a fool. What was I expecting? He was Luca Ricci, mafia don of all the underworld. How was I inane enough to think I could keep my affair with Antonino a secret from him, basically fucking right under his nose?I didn't hesitate or think twice; I knew that look in a man's eyes; it was envy, rage, and possessiveness, and Lucas eyes it was worse.I didn't have the time to question his reasons; I didn't have a reason to. I was his wife, willing or not, and I knew what it meant sleeping with the wife of a mafia mob.In fact, I was certain now that indeed Antonino and Luca had shared a bond than I beleived, if not, he would be fucking six feets beneath the earth by now.“Antonio, where is he?” I asked the guard holding a cigarette to his lips; he was quick to stomp on it. Flicking it off, fear weary in his eyes. “He is… right by the third room on the right,” the guard responded. He looked huge. Bulky just like thu
ISABELLA'S POV.He Bloody Cut Me.Yes, I wanted more. My legs parted on his command. A low growl erupting behind his words. My insides churned, I felt my cunt clench and unclench hearing those words.I dragged in sharper breaths, feeling the tip of the letter opener trail over my laps; his eyes flickered, and all I saw in them was pure rage and lust.“You drive me insane, Isabella; you make me want to bash your fucking skull against the wall and ride out your senses till your limbs go numb.” Luca grunted. This time I wasn't able to comprehend if it was his anger speaking or the lust clouding of his judgments.Yet a part of me hardly gave a single damn; I wanted this. It…him..fuck…I had sucked that cock, and my cunt wept for it, and now the glare passed in my direction, the narrowed gaze the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he trailed his eyes to the probably pooled spot on my panties.“Nasty freak you are…my little wife.” He murmured the warmth of his breath fanned against my skin,
LUCAS POV.A perfect coincidence. Wasn't it?The wanker who had challenged my authority as don twelve years ago when I had first become one happened to stand by my wife, kissing her on the head.Didn't he learn? I believed I had put him in his place twelve years ago, but I guessed he just couldn't pass off a chance to irritate me, only that it did more than irritate me; it made me want to bash his skull constantly with a hammer until there was nothing left but scrambles of brains and then broken skulls and oozing blood.I once enjoyed it, and now doing it twice didn't sound so bad.My eyes darted to Isabella's, who averted her gaze from mine almost immediately; she was scared...she knew she pissed me off. Crossed the fucking line this time... good.“Having fun?” I asked, corking up my eyebrow in his direction; he groaned with an eyeroll, pulling away from Isabella slowly, but still not enough space to my satisfaction.“I see you take my wife's silliness for interest. She's trying to r
ISABELLA'S POV.The underground mafia gathering is nothing short of a show off. The venue, a grand mansion with sprawling gardens and a dimly lit ballroom, illed with the most dangerous and influential figures in the mafia world.Just as soon as we both alighted from the car, I felt every pair of eyes latch onto my skin, but good. They wanted a show; I'd gladly give them one.“Remember... Don't make a fool of yourself, baby,” Luca mocked. Dropping a kiss against my earlobe, biting Sharply on it.I had drawn a loud hiss, gritting my teeth at his bold actions; my eyes shot to his defiant blue ones; he was enjoying this. I nodded. A smirk straddling my lips as we both pushed forwards, he could gloat all he wanted now; I was dying to see just how he'd react when I'm done with him tonight.A few steps into the hall, several feet approached Luca, each one bowing slowly to pay their respects to the don.“Isabella, love, I'm afraid I have to leave you by yourself for a minute. Do you think yo
ANTONIO'S POV.Whatever was going on between them sparked more intensity; I just stood there watching as they left. It made me filled with unease; I wanted something better. Darker.I couldn't spiral out of control, not now...not yet. I reminded myself Lucas saved my damned life. When Isabella's father had sent men to me, his men were around… and somehow in that unfortunate moment, Luca himself had saved me.Pierced their fucking brains, one after the other with a bullet, and then he spoke to me, telling me I could go.We were young back then, sixteen? Seventeen? I couldn't quite put a finger on it. Yet amidst all that, I knew how hard things could have been without him.Only when I didn't leave, I saw a broken boy, a boy without a soul…He was lost and needed all the companions he could get.I had watched as he killed those men, not a single fear. Hesitation or remorse on his face and then I pledge my loyalty to him, there and then.It screwed me over mentally finding out more about h
ISABELLA'S POV.I didn't just kneel there like everyone, or anyone, would have expected. I stormed, bolting level of fast,I stormed into the bathroom, plunged my fingers down my throat to puke every last bit of cum and then breakfast I had on the plane right out of my lungs, then I scrubbed every inch of my skin ruthlessly, seething as I did, staring at my darned reflection in the mirror.How could I have fallen? Lost myself to the idiocy of whatever silly games we were playing? All I wanted to do was listen and then bite on his cock...make him writhe in pain.But I didn't.I foolishly... Like the whore he called me, I put his cock to a state of euphoria, and did I hate him? Yes… did I still hate him? Yes... worse, I hated him with burning fury in ways that I never had before.Yet, it was wrong, but so right. I didn't stop because I wanted to suck that big cock of his; one look at his throbbing dick and I lost it, spiraling out of control.And seeing the beads of precum shining on t







