LOGINCHAPTER 22EMILIAI sat across the room as Martin had a file laid out and spread out for me. He had already gone through different research and picked a place for me to work.My jaw hung open as I scanned through the documents. “Wow! I only informed you about this two days ago. How can you get it done so quickly?”He glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “I had my men give me a list of trustworthy companies and after different research, I picked one of them.”I dropped the file, waiting for him to continue. “You'd be working at HK Corporation as the assistant director. Is that okay?”My eyes widened. “Isn't that too much? I don't even have much experience, how can they make me the assistant director?”His eyes bored into mine. “You have all the experience you need,” he said, his voice dry.My breath caught in my throat as different thoughts hit me. I haven't been able to work since I graduated. Everything was just too overwhelming that I focused on my mom instead.He got up, rel
CHAPTER 21MARTINThe maids dished our breakfast and for a few minutes, neither of us said anything to each other. My mind replayed the events of last night.How she tended to my wounds. The way her body felt pressed up against mine felt natural. And the most bizarre thing was how easily I fell asleep right next to her. I wasn't the type of person to sleep easily, especially not after what happened two years ago.Sleep has always been hard for me. At some point, I even started relying on pills to be able to fall asleep.But after Emilia came into my life, it came easily for me. Ever since we started sharing a bed, I've noticed just how easily I fall asleep.It came so easily that I got scared for a second there.And another discerning thought was the fact that I decided to have breakfast with her. My motive had always been to stay away from her, knowing that it would be beneficial for both of us.But here I was, having breakfast with her.My eyes darted to the side and I could see he
CHAPTER 20EMILIA I tossed and turned in bed all night. It was almost midnight and Martin still wasn't back from work. My heart raced quickly, and my breath quickened as various thoughts crossed my mind.What if he were attacked? What if something happened to him?Or worse….what if he's dead?The thought frightened me, and I had to snap myself back to reality, reminding myself that there was no way that was possible.He was Martin DeLuca. The biggest mafia boss around. There's no way they'd take him down just that easily, but a part of my mind was still very unsettled.I got up and started pacing back and forth. Hoping that none of my thoughts would come to reality. I thought of calling him multiple times, but decided against it.He was likely to ignore it.I almost called Alex, but the sound of the door interrupted me. Then he walked in. Dressed in a black shirt that clung to his skin, shaping his bulging biceps. A vest wrapped firmly around him. Jean and combat boots.My eyes fell
CHAPTER 19EMILIA I felt something warm around me. The feeling felt so comfortable that I couldn't help but snuggle in deeper. I don't think I've ever felt such a comfortable embrace.It felt so safe. Familiar.Then the realization hit me. I was in bed with Martin, which meant that he was the one holding me tightly.Then I shot my eyes open. My gaze fell on Martin who was already fast asleep. He looked very peaceful, not like the cold Martin—the one who proffered to shut everyone out.My instincts were yelling at me to pull away, but there was something comforting about the way he held me. I couldn't explain it, but I didn't want to let go.He held me tightly, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he let me go for even a second, and the thought warmed my heart.He opened his eyes slowly. His lashes flickered, trying to make sense of our situation. Then within a flash, he pushed me away from him. I didn't have time to react and almost landed on my butt, but he caught me quickly.
CHAPTER 18EMILIA I frowned. “Mi amor?”He froze for a second, then regained his composure quickly. “After all, we're married, isn't that what married people do? Call each other sweet names?”I nodded. “I guess.”A small smile tugged on my lips. There was something oddly comforting about his calling me sweet names. Something familiar about it.Then he added, “Besides, we can't let anyone suspect anything. It's bad enough that I was forced to eat dinner. This is just damage control.”My heart sank. He shrugged it off like it was nothing and that’s when it dawned on me. It was nothing. And there was no need to get excited over nothing.I mentally scolded myself.“Right,” I muttered. We left for the dining hall together. Martin took his place at the high chair, while I sat beside him. The maids started dishing the meal I had prepared and I began feeling nervous.I was bored at home and decided to prepare something. A part of me knew that Martin wouldn't eat it, but I was hopeful. The
CHAPTER 17MARTINAlex wouldn't stop grinning throughout the car ride to the company. Even after we stepped into the office, a sly smirk curved on his lips. He tried his best to keep it hidden, but it was unsuccessful. “Can you just stop already?” I snapped. He raised his hands in the air. “Since when did it become a crime to smile?” He asked, trying to act oblivious.I raised a brow. “Not when there's something else behind it?” I said.He took a seat opposite me, and I brought out the files I had kept in my desk, going through them and already feeling the weight of today's work. It's going to be a long day.Then Alex's voice interrupted me. “You say you don't want her…but then you act otherwise,” he said, stroking his non-existent beard.I glanced up at him briefly before returning my attention to the file seated in front of me. “Why are you so interested in my marriage, Alex?” I accused him.He laughed. “You're a mystery, Martin De Luca.”I ignored his statement and went to busine
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