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12: It's Not Desire, It's Survival

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-20 01:24:27

Valentino had changed. I could see it in every gesture, every silence that lingered too long. But for me, he was still the same cold-blooded killer who had stolen everything from me in such a short time. I took a deep breath and wandered aimlessly through the vast garden. Everything around me shimmered with an almost surreal beauty, but inside, I felt like I was sinking into a darkness that consumed me piece by piece.

My hand drifted to my belly, touching it gently, and a sharp wave of sorrow pierced through me. How could these children grow up with someone like him? The thought hurt more than anything else.

I kept walking until I froze in place. The three enormous dogs were sprawled across the lawn, unmoving but alert. I took a step back, fear prickling my skin, when I suddenly felt something firm press against my spine. I turned slowly—and there he was. Valentino.

His hand found my belly, caressing it possessively, pulling me toward him with an invisible force. I tried to step back,
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  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   16: FUCKING FRAGILE

    My heart was pounding violently as I approached Ginevra’s motionless body. I dropped to my knees beside her and lifted her gently into my arms. The shot had hit her side, dangerously close to her belly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. But I already knew—the babies had been harmed.“It hurts,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.Blood kept pouring out of her, soaking her shirt and my hands. Panic, dry and paralyzing, took hold of me. One wrong move could make everything worse.“The babies…” she whimpered, her trembling hands instinctively reaching her stomach.“They’re fine. You’ll be fine too,” I told her, even though I didn’t believe a single word of it.Ginevra opened her eyes and looked straight at me.“Don’t lie to me.”I stood up with her in my arms, slow and steady. Santos already had the car waiting.“Swear it. Swear they’ll be okay, please,” she begged, her voice cracking like porcelain.We got into the car. Santos hit the gas as soon as I shut the

  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   15: Flashes, Betrayals, and Blood.

    The car pulled up in front of an imposing hotel. Outside, a swarm of reporters crowded around, cameras raised high, shouting over one another in a frenzy. I glanced at Valentino, whose expression was now serene—almost arrogant—with a faint, smug smile curving his lips. He stepped out of the car with the grace of a predator. Then he opened the door and extended his hand toward me. I gave him mine, even as my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. He helped me down, and the moment my feet touched the ground, I was blinded by the flashing lights. The murmur of the journalists turned into a barrage of questions that echoed painfully in my ears. "Who is she?" "Is that Valentino Salvatore’s new conquest?" Valentino didn’t even flinch. Like the dominant man he was, he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, pulling me to him as if he were branding me in front of the world. "She’s my wife," he declared, his voice firm and proud, as though he were announcing his most prized

  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   14: Valentino.

    Night had fallen. I slipped into the golden dress—a tight, body-hugging piece with a deep, backless cut and a high neckline that rose just enough to graze the base of my throat. I went for a simple makeup look and pulled my long black hair into a sleek high ponytail, the kind that made me feel at least somewhat in control.When I stepped out of the bathroom, Valentino was already dressed. All in black. His presence was commanding, but it was his eyes—those dark, burning eyes—that made something inside me tremble. I felt... small. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Like prey standing before a predator.As if drawn to him by some invisible force, my body moved closer. Valentino reached out, placing his hand gently on the exposed skin of my back. His fingers brushed over me slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the warmth of my skin.“This night, you’re mine. No excuses, Ginevra,” he said, voice rough, possessive.I looked at him, unable to form words. How could I say no? Even as a voice deep

  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   13: gilded cage.

    Valentino would leave early in the morning and return just in time for lunch. I didn’t know if he did it so I wouldn’t eat alone or if that was simply his schedule, but, to be honest, I appreciated the company—even if it was his. “Tomorrow we’re attending a charity dinner. I want you to come with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. I set my fork down and looked at him. “Charity?” I asked, skeptical. “I’m not a monster. And for your information, I donate a considerable amount to charity every year,” he replied, sounding almost offended. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Hearing a man like him—who had taken innocent lives—speak of charity donations was downright ridiculous. “Feeling guilty, are we?” I said with mockery. “Do you really think I have a conscience?” he shot back. I rolled my eyes and resumed eating. “Of course not. You’re a soulless animal.” “Well, I’m glad you’re finally getting to know me,” he said with a grin. “I have nothing to wear,” I mutter

  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   12: It's Not Desire, It's Survival

    Valentino had changed. I could see it in every gesture, every silence that lingered too long. But for me, he was still the same cold-blooded killer who had stolen everything from me in such a short time. I took a deep breath and wandered aimlessly through the vast garden. Everything around me shimmered with an almost surreal beauty, but inside, I felt like I was sinking into a darkness that consumed me piece by piece.My hand drifted to my belly, touching it gently, and a sharp wave of sorrow pierced through me. How could these children grow up with someone like him? The thought hurt more than anything else.I kept walking until I froze in place. The three enormous dogs were sprawled across the lawn, unmoving but alert. I took a step back, fear prickling my skin, when I suddenly felt something firm press against my spine. I turned slowly—and there he was. Valentino.His hand found my belly, caressing it possessively, pulling me toward him with an invisible force. I tried to step back,

  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   11:Break you to have you.

    I was so full of rage I could’ve killed her right then and there. Seeing her naked with him made my most primal side take over. Now I understood my grandfather when he said that love and desire are a double-edged blade.I looked at her. She was right next to me, crying and begging—for him. She was pleading for that bastard, and I hated hearing his name leave her mouth—a mouth that belonged to me. It tore me apart to imagine him touching a body that was mine.Damn it. I hated the idea of her beneath him.“Please, Valentino, I beg you… Please don’t hurt them. I swear on our children I won’t run again.”I covered her mouth with my hand and pressed. Her eyes, already large, now looked huge and bloodshot from crying.“How dare you swear on my children? Because they belong only to me. So be grateful you carry them inside you, or I would’ve already put a bullet in your forehead,” I said.Her gaze trembled as her tears fell on the back of my hand. I let her go and leaned back in my seat. She

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