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28. GIULIANNA

Penulis: Archnemesis
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My heart pounded so loudly I was sure it would echo through the windows of this godforsaken place. Every instinct in me screamed to run. To leave him standing there in the broken moonlight like a damn ghost. Like the nightmare that always came dressed in silk words and violent truths.

And yet… I couldn’t even move my feet.

“Crave you?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You're giving me headaches and messing with my mind. I don't even know you! You show up in my life like some fucking phantom, and you think I want you?”

Matteo took a step closer, the floor groaning beneath his boot like it too feared the weight of him. But his expression wasn’t threatening. It was frustratingly calm annoyingly unreadable. That damn smirk danced on his lips again, sharp and teasing.

"Don’t flatter yourself," I snapped shaking the last tremble from my voice. “You’re not some forbidden sin I can't resist. You're just a sick game I keep losing."

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing with something that looked
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    The dining room sparkled with wealth. Crystal chandeliers glimmered above, casting a golden hue on every polished surface. I sat at the long table across from Emanuele’s parents, nursing the stem of my wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid with absent fingers.“Giulianna,” Signora Rossi smiled, her lipstick a perfect blood red that never smudged. “What do you think of the vineyard merger with the Spanish distributors? Emanuele mentioned you had strong opinions about cross-border logistics.”Her voice was polite, but her eyes sharp were like testing me. My spine straightened. “Of course…”But the words that followed felt delayed, like they had to travel through fog before reaching my lips. I could feel them watching, waiting. My mouth opened. Then closed. My thoughts were tangled in something far away. No, someone far away.Matteo.The way his voice dropped when he said my name. The fingers that found the small of my back like they belonged there. The sound of his breath when he los

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   49. GIULIANNA

    The couture of bridal boutiques smells faintly of lavender and desperation. I know the aroma intimately, it’s what I can’t quite escape every time the tape measure slides around my waist, cutting me off from freedom. I stood on the pedestal, wrapped in ivory lace, protruding like a marionette ready for display. The tailor’s lips moved as he asked me again if the corset was too tight. Would anything feel okay anymore? I let my fingers drop to my sides. “No,” I lied. “It’s fine.” Inside I felt vacant as if my mind was a well, and someone had pulled the water bucket out years ago. Days since I remembered what happened in the woods.The suffocating panic as my pulse pounded against Matteo’s palm. The way he carried me, how he touched me like I was fragile, yet the only anchor holding him upright. The scary thing wasn’t that I remember everything from what happened before the accident. It was that I couldn’t share it. Not with Sofia. My heart still clenched when I looked at her image

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   48. GIULIANNA

    My father’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“Matteo Ricci.”Just like that, the world snapped back into its formal frame.The music faded in my ears, my fingers untwined from Matteo’s, and I felt the warmth between us vanish like mist under sunlight. Matteo turned to face him with that cold, sharp calm he always carried when he was disrespected like a man sitting still just long enough to calculate the best angle to strike.“Mr. Bianchi,” Matteo greeted smoothly, the edge of politeness laced in steel.My father smiled with all the sincerity of a crocodile. “I see you’ve kept yourself... busy. How’s the Ricci enterprise doing these days?”“Flourishing,” Matteo replied with a quiet confidence, hands behind his back like the mafia prince he was. “Business is clean. Fast. Profitable.”“I’m sure,” my father said, glancing at me, his gaze heavy with implication. “Though I imagine not all of your dealings are strictly business.” he said like he probably meant something else. He offe

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   47. GIULIANNA

    Matteo didn’t just look at Emanuele, he looked at him like he wanted to burn a hole through him.That lazy, knowing smirk played on his lips as his eyes slowly dragged over the man beside me like he was assessing a roach that had crawled onto his carpet. And then, with maddening ease, he turned his attention away from Emanuele altogether.To me.And just like that, the room shifted.People noticed. Of course they did. The Bianchi and Ricci were never in good terms. You could feel the ripple in the air as if someone had dropped a lit match into a ballroom of dry leaves. The whispers started before we even moved. Heads turned. Curious eyes flicked between the three of us, between the fake date on my arm and I’d been ordered to entertain, and the one whose fingerprints were still pressed into the flesh of my thighs beneath this gown.Matteo reached for my hand without hesitation, like I was already his.I didn't resist.His fingers were warm as they curled around mine, and when he rais

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   46. GIULIANNA

    I didn’t look back as I walked away from Matteo. I couldn’t. My legs were barely functioning, my heartbeat a thunderous, erratic mess, and the slick reminder of him still coating my thighs made every step feel like a confession. By the time I reached the factory gates, I’d wiped my lips three times and reapplied my lipstick twice in a cracked compact mirror with trembling hands. But it was useless. My lips were swollen and red, kissed raw. There was a glow to my skin I couldn’t hide, a flush that screamed I’d just been fucked within an inch of my life in the trees outside. My reflection didn’t lie. I looked ruined. Owned. And worse, I looked satisfied. I pushed through the glass doors with too much force, the cool blast of air-conditioning hitting my skin like guilt. Heads turned. Too many. My heels clicked against the tiles like gunshots, and suddenly the space between the front door and my office felt endless. “Good morning, Miss Bianchi—” one of the secretaries stammered, but

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   45. GIULIANNA

    Matteo’s hand slid from my mouth to my throat, gripping gently but firmly, like he could feel my pulse thundering beneath his fingers. His hips didn’t sto, no, they moved with a slow, punishing rhythm that made my knees shake. Each thrust was deliberate, tormenting, as if he wanted to leave a memory inside me with every push. My breath hitched. The thrill was maddening. The danger and the fact that someone could see and hear us made everything burn hotter, more desperately. I whimpered, but I didn’t pull away. “Let me kiss you,” he breathed against my ear, his voice low and sin-stained. His fingers twisted into my ponytail, guiding my head back until it rested against his chest. His breath ghosted over my cheek. “Let me ruin you.” And then our mouths collided. It wasn’t a kiss, it was possession. A devouring. Like he needed to taste every broken piece of me and make it his again. His tongue slid over mine, slow and deliberate, as his thrusts dipped into a deeper, more luxurious pa

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