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8: Nothing is what it seems.

Author: Aragones_eng
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-15 01:14:42

I tried to ignore Valentino for the rest of the day, but it was nearly impossible. That man has a presence that seeps under your skin, like a slow burn that smolders inside. He has the kind of energy that wraps around you without asking, and even if you hate looking at him… you end up doing it anyway.

"You should get dressed. We’re leaving soon," he said in his cold, commanding tone.

I shot him a glare. As if ruining my morning with that ridiculous wedding wasn’t enough, now he had plans for the afternoon too?

"I don’t have clothes and I’m not interested in going anywhere with you. So please, leave me alone… and screw you," I snapped, annoyed, settling into the bed without looking at him.

"Your clothes are in the closet. So get changed… or I’ll drag you out in that awful dress," he replied without flinching.

I looked down in disgust. The white dress I was still wearing felt like a bad joke. Did someone really think that was appropriate for a wedding? It was offensive even to the fabri
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  • Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You   17: The shadow of your skin

    Waking up was as painful as it was traumatic. I tried to move, but a nurse gently stopped me."Please, don’t make any sudden movements," she asked softly."My babies…?" I whispered, my voice cracking from fear. I was terrified of the answer. I loved my children, no matter who their father was."They’re fine. But you need to rest now," she replied. I let out the breath I’d been holding, and tears began to fall uncontrollably down my cheeks."Please, calm down. You shouldn't get agitated," she added with concern. I nodded, but it was impossible to stop crying."I’ll bring you something to drink," she said before walking out of the room.I reached for my belly and gently stroked it. My babies were safe. That was all that truly mattered.Then the door opened again, and Valentino walked in. He looked at me, and I stared back. His eyes were hollow, rimmed with deep dark circles, and his expression was one of pure exhaustion."What are you doing here?" I asked with as much seriousness as I c

  • 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,

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