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MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Thirty Eight
Lila.The room feels colder than usual. I can barely breathe, the weight of this house pressing down on me as I stand in the hallway, staring at the door that separates me from him. Luca. I haven't seen him for hours. Not that Iโm counting, but... I am. He should be here by now. Itโs been days, and he hasnโt so much as knocked on the door to check on me. For the past few days, I used to watch him, his car pull up and I would sit on my bed, waiting, expecting that knock on my door but he never did. And I could tell he was avoiding me on purpose. Before the funeral I used to see him every day and everywhere, but now it was like he was suddenly busy and always out of the office. At first, I thought it was fine. I threw myself into the numbness of my routine, the quiet. The house felt... empty, but in a way, it was a relief. A constant reminder of the deal we had made. I would remain his wife after all, that was what we agreed on but there was no more pretense of love, of anything mor
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-06MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Thirty Nine
A few days ago..Lila. The tensions were rising between us, I could tell he felt the same way I was, wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was obviously tipsy, but not tipsy enough to forget about tomorrow. Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle. Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back. He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. โAre you?โโLucaโHe wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. โI want you, Lila. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.โ He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him inside me.Remembering how he made me feel..His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest.Luca stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes makin
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-07MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty
ContinuationLilaOnce in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.Luca moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.โLook at me,โ he said.I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.โYou are dripping, Lila.โHe leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.โI love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-07MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty One
Present. Lila. Every moment I had flashbacks from my night with Luca, my whole body got hot and sweaty. It was like I was reliving each moment and touch in real time. I stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the bathroom mirrors, and wrapped myself in a towel. The chill of the evening air crept through the house as I made my way downstairs, my feet soft against the hardwood floors. I could already smell the scent of dinner wafting up the staircase something hearty and filling, probably pasta, which always reminded me of home.I was starving. I quickly put on my favorite bear pajamas and went down for dinner. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw him, Luca sitting at the table. His broad shoulders hunched over the plate in front of him, the only sound in the room was the occasional clink of his fork against the ceramic. His expression was neutral, and his dark hair was damp, still not quite dry from whatever heโd been doing before dinner. Him just being th
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-08MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty Two
Lila. I never wanted to be on this trip. He dragged me here and I knew he was enjoying every moment of my misery. The hum of the private jet was a low, constant annoyance in the background as I sat stiffly in my seat, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Across from me, Luca was lounging like this was some kind of vacation, his phone glued to his hand, thumbs dancing over the screen like I wasnโt even there.From time to time he would burst out laughing, all smiles. And the fact that he was having fun was literally killing me. I wanted him to be as miserable as I was. He burst out laughing, and stared daggers at his direction and our eyes met. He still seemed amused. Typical of himI stared out the window, the clouds doing little to distract me from the heat simmering under my skin. Not from the sun, but from the fact that I was stuck in a metal tube with the one person who could make my blood boil with a single sigh. And he had sighed. Loudly. Twice.โYou could at least p
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-10MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty Three
Lila It had been a long day and it was barely noon. But after what happened on the plane on our way here, I needed to do something relaxing. I filled up the water tub as soon as Luca was out of the door. He had a meeting and I had atleast an hour to soak and just relax. Steam curled around the edges of the porcelain tub as I sank deeper into the water, letting the heat soothe the ache in my shoulders. The door was locked or at least, I thought it was. I had earned this moment, this sliver of peace, after the chaos of the day. My head tilted back, eyes closed, and for the first time in hours, I breathed.Then the door creaked.My eyes snapped open.โWhat the hell Luca?โ I barked, scrambling for the edge of the tub to shield myself with the closest towel. He stood there, shameless, hand still on the knob like he had every right to be there.He looked me over like he was observing a painting he had grown bored of. โRelax, Lila. Itโs nothing I havenโt seen before.โ He said smugly. I b
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-12MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty Four
Lila. The room is glittering with champagne bubbles and crystal chandeliers. The gala is one of those events high profile, full of too loud laughter and rehearsed charm. And I am here. With him. I still can't believe I agreed to come though, I can't stand Luca and his arrogance. But unlike me, he was having the time of his life. He was enjoying torturing me in every way. Lucaโs hand rests lightly at the small of my back, and if he notices the way I stiffen at his touch, he doesnโt let on. To the rest of the room, we probably look like the picture perfect couple. Weโre dressed for it me in a floor length midnight blue gown, him in a tailored tuxedo that fits like a second skin. But underneath the fabric and faux smiles, my skin crawls. I clench my jaw as I laugh at something he just said. Itโs hollow and sharp. โTry not to look like youโd rather strangle me with your clutch,โ Luca murmurs, his lips close enough to brush my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I hate that my
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-13MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Fourty Five
Lila.I studied the room for a few seconds before I finally turned to Luca who was still standing beside me with a smug face. "So, why donโt you go over there and give your pitch?โ I said as I plucked a salmon tart from the tray of a tuxedo clad waiter and grabbed a glass of champagne from another.โBecause I donโt want to be in the crowd. I have a different plan in mind.โ I slowly sipped the bubbly and sighed with pleasure.โDonโt get drunk.โ Luca whispered, I huffed out a breath. โI never knew husbands were so controlling. Okay, whoโs the final guy you need to impress?โA flash of calculation crossed his face."Michael Lewis. He owns a successful pastry business in Italy, and decided to try his luck in the States.. He is focused on the first bakery opening at the waterfront.โI lusted after the tray of crab cakes on my left and tried to pay attention. Luca let out a huff, grabbed two from the waiter, and slid them on the plate. โEat.โโRight.โ For once, I agreed with his order. I
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-14
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MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Seven
Luca. I was halfway down the hallway, flipping through emails on my phone, when I nearly collided with someone turning the corner too fast.โWhoa.... Vanessa?โ I said, as soon as I saw her face looking around a little confused, "Did we have a meeting?" She didnโt stop. Just brushed past me like I wasnโt even there, eyes glassy and wide, shoulders stiff like she was holding herself together with string.โVanessa.. wait.โ I yelled at her even more confused, she seemed pissed, like she had seen a ghost. She kept walking. Faster. Like she couldnโt get away from me fast enough. And I lte her go, juts watching as she hurriedly walked out. I turned, watching her push through the glass doors of the main lobby, practically running.What the hell just happened?I stared after her, completely thrown. I hadnโt seen her in weeks, since our confrontation at the coffee shop,and now she was here, in my building, clearly upset, and refusing to even look at me? What was she doing here in the first
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Six
Vanessa. I watched Lila as she picked up her bag and the file that I assumed had all the information about me before she walked out, banging the door on her way out it echoed. The door clicked shut behind her, and I just stood there. Frozen. Humiliated.The silence in the conference room was deafening. I didnโt realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. My fingers tightened around the strap of my purse until my knuckles went white. Six months pregnant. Sheโs six months pregnant.She was six months pregnant! That's what stung me the most of everything she had just said to me because then that would mean, Luca has been lying to me way before I found out. God.I sank into the chair across from where sheโd been sitting, like the air had been sucked right out of me. The room still smelled faintly like her perfume, expensive, sharp, the kind that lingered. Just like everything about her.She was so different from the woman I first men a few months ago, she was right,
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Five
Lila. I had no idea what had gotten into me, but between Jenny dropping in on us unannounced and ruining everything I had planned out for the day, I did not have any patience left in me. I could also credit my pregnancy hormones. I sat in the cold, sterile conference room, the ticking of the wall clock louder than it had any right to be. My fingers tapped against the glass table, nails clicking in a rhythm that matched the irritation rising in my chest. Iโd been here for fifteen minutes already, but I wasnโt nervous. I was angry, no furious was the word. I did not plan on having a confrontation today with my husbands ex, it was supposed to be a chill day for me to take a tour of his office headquarters, but here I was. Vanessa had made my life miserable since the very first time she laid eyes on me. Even just thinking her name made my jaw tighten with anger and fury. What a bitch! She had no idea it was me who had summoned her here. The assistant had kept it vague, just said Lu
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Four
Lila. "I am so sorry about her, I promise you she was not part of the itinerary today." i say slowly to Luca who is clearly dressing up now. He looked so pisses off which I can understand given the situation, but I am hoping now that his mother has left we can go on with our day as planned." I know, I'm sorry too, about her." he says kissing my forehead."Are you going somewhere?" I finally ask, unable to hold my tongue anymore when I see him putting on his shoes,"Yes, I have to go to the office, something came up."He says it so casually, like we weren't about to have a us day. "I thought we were going to hang out." i said my voice a little low filled with disappointment."I know, but we can do that another time. Jenny messed up my whole mood, and I really need to be in this meeting." he said, putting on his shoes, "You can come with, you have never really had a proper tour of my office, I could have someone show you around, we can go to lunch after.""Are you sure? I would love
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Three
Lila. I heard the front door slam open before I even had time to get off the couch. My heart jumped, instinctively thinking something was wrong, an emergency maybe. But when I saw Jenny standing there, fire in her eyes, I knew this wasnโt a surprise visit. This was a storm. And it had my name on it.I hadn't seen her since the last time se dropped by with two detectives, she had not called in at all or reached out in any kind of way. "Richard," she snapped, stepping fully inside, her heels echoing on the hardwood floor. "What the hell did you tell Luca?"Her voice was sharp, like a blade honed over days of anger and confusion. She was glaring at me like Iโd just stolen something from her. I stood up slowly, keeping my voice calm.This was the Jenny I remembered, she always was the victim even back then during our marriage. She never took accountability for anything, and ofcourse she was the same person, nothing had changed at all. "Hello to you too Jenny.""Cut the crap!" she hisse
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty Two
Lila. I was still standing by the door, trying to wrap my head around the whirlwind that was Jenny, she was in our living room acting like everything was okay between her and her son. It was like she had completely forgotten how things went the last time they saw each other, and the fact that she had lied to Luca, I was still staring at her with a million different thoughts in my head, when I heard the water shut off upstairs. Footsteps. The creak of the floorboards. He was coming. He was going to come down in a few minutes and I still was not sure I wanted him to be surprised. Maybe I should just give him a heads up that his mother was in our living room and by the look of things she planned on staying here for a while. I looked over at the couch, there she was. Jenny was now curled up on our couch like it was her own personal throne, she gave me a mischievous wink and pressed a finger to her lips. โNot a word.โ she whispered like I was part of her insane surprise or whatever it
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty One
Lila. The sizzle of eggs hitting the pan was oddly satisfying, almost like a little victory in my morning. I was up earlier than usual, the sun barely yawning over the horizon, painting the kitchen in warm gold. I hummed softly as I flipped the eggs with one hand and balanced a slice of bread in the toaster with the other. The smell of coffee filled the air, strong and comforting.I was in my element.For the first time in weeks, I didnโt feel tired. Or nauseous. Or like a swollen balloon about to float away. I felt good, energized, even and I wanted to do something with that. And maybe I missed doing normal things. The bump beneath my robe was getting more obvious now, but today, I wasnโt going to let it slow me down. Not when I had the whole day planned out. Just Luca and me.I was also feeling a little bit guilty about how I had approached things and accused him of keeping secrets from me, I wanted to make up for that. And we needed an us day, where we just lounged together all da
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Eighty
Luca. The headlights slice across the driveway as I pull in. Engine off. Silence.The house seems still silent and there are no lights coming from any of the rooms in the house. Did she really sleep this early or was this just another sign she didn't want to talk to me. I sit there for a second, hands still on the wheel, like maybe if I stay still long enough, time will rewind. Like maybe I wonโt have to go inside and say what Iโm about to say. But thatโs bullshit. Iโve run out of ways to lie to myself. And more importantly, Iโve run out of ways to lie to her.Lila deserves the truth. She always has.I get out, close the door gently, as if slamming it might break something more than the quiet. The porch lightโs still on. She leaves it on for me, even when sheโs mad. Especially when sheโs mad.Inside, the house is warm. Smells like chamomile and something sweet, maybe the candle she lights when sheโs anxious. Sheโs on the couch, legs curled under her, a book in her lap sheโs not rea
MARRIED TO THE MAFIAย ย ย Chapter Seventy Nine.
Luca. I'm driving. Hands tight on the wheel, eyes stuck on the road, even though Iโm not really seeing it. I know where Iโm going home, technically, but my headโs halfway in the past, in the ache behind my ribs, in the flicker of blue hospital lights, in the cold white tiles of that goddamn ER floor. I have tried calling Lila a few times but her phone is still going straight to voice mail and it is driving me nuts. Then I think about Vanessa, and the night that changed our lives completely. The night that she had twisted and made me the villain in. It hits me like a sucker punch: the night I found out about Vanessa. I still feel like I am in that hospital every time the thought comes to me. I was out with my some of my investors when the call came in, my Phone buzzed at 1:12 AM. Unknown number. I almost didnโt answer, almost let it ring into the dark while I tried to forget the fight weโd had three days before. โIs this Luca ?โ the voice said,it was the way that the voice soun
