ログイン~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE~ AMELIAHardin kisses my forehead repeatedly while teasing me until I’m literally choking on laughter beneath him. I never imagined my dangerous mafia husband could actually crack stupid jokes and act this unserious.And somehow it makes me love him even more.Most of our vacation in Paris becomes less about luxury and more about us simply living. We walk around the city holding hands like normal couples, trying random street food while Hardin acts suspicious over every bite before eventually admitting he likes it.“You’re telling me people actually eat snails willingly?” he asks with genuine concern, making me burst into laughter in the middle of the street.We visit the Eiffel Tower at night, the entire place glowing beautifully while cold wind brushes against my skin. Hardin keeps taking pictures and videos of me even when I complain that he already has enough.“There’s no such thing as enough pictures of my wife,” he says casually while
~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO~ AMELIAWith a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside me, his cock throbbing as he fills me with hot pulses. He holds me tight against him, both of us breathing heavily, bodies locked together in the rippling water.After a long moment, he slowly pulls out, turning me around to face him. His eyes are dark, satisfied, and still hungry as he cups my face and kisses me deeply, slower this time, savoring the taste of my moans.“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers gently stroking my sides under the water. “I’m not done with you yet… not even close.”He lifts me again, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the steps of the pool, water cascading off our bodies, ready to take me somewhere more comfortable or maybe right there on the edge for round two.He carries me effortlessly out of the pool, water streaming down our bodies as my legs stay locked around his waist.
~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ONE~ AMELIAI wrap my arms around his neck as the warm water of the private pool laps gently around us, the soft glow of the evening lights casting a golden hue over everything. The world beyond the edge feels so far away, just the quiet rustle of the woods and the steady beat of his heart against mine. He looks at me with those deep, loving eyes, the kind that always make my breath catch, and smiles softly before leaning in.Our lips meet slowly again, tender and unhurried, like we have all the time in the world. I melt into him, savoring the warmth of his mouth, the way his hand cradles the back of my head as if I am the most precious thing he has ever held. His other hand traces down my back, slipping beneath the delicate lace of my lingerie, fingers gentle yet sure as they cup my ass and pull me closer. He kisses me deeper, slower, pouring so much affection into every touch. His lips trail from my mouth to my neck, warm and lingering, drawi
~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY~ AMELIATHREE WEEKS LATER—PARIS.I sit inside the warm pool with the water resting just below my chest, my baby bump now slightly obvious beneath the black swimsuit wrapped around my body. The morning sun reflects beautifully across the water while a floating breakfast tray drifts lazily beside me filled with fruits, pastries, pancakes, and fresh juice.Paris has been peaceful.While Hardin and I enjoy our honeymoon here, Andrew is overseeing the movement of our things into the new mansion in New Jersey. Every day I receive pictures and videos from him arranging furniture, unpacking boxes, and preparing the house for us.A fresh start.I pick up a strawberry from the tray and bite into it slowly while admiring the luxurious hotel surrounding us. The private villa overlooks the city beautifully and the entire atmosphere feels unreal, like I somehow stepped into another life entirely.Suddenly the water shifts.Hardin swims toward me shirtless, drop
~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE~ HARDINIt’s finally the day of our interview.Amelia and I sit side by side while cameras flash nonstop around us and reporters fill the elegant studio space with noise and movement. The atmosphere is polished and luxurious, but underneath it all I can still feel the tension of months that refused to let us breathe properly.Between family drama, elections, recovery, business restructuring, and rebuilding our lives together, we honestly haven’t had real rest.Which is why I ended up agreeing with Amelia about postponing our vacation till everything settled down first.When we finally leave for that trip, I want us free.Just my wife and I living like a normal married couple for once.Amelia suddenly turns toward me in her chair, her heels brushing lightly against mine beneath the table. “Babe, are you okay?” she asks softly.I lean closer so only she can hear me over the noise around us. “I’ll feel much better when you give me some coochie.
~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT~ AMELIAThe next morning, I’m already seated inside my red Ferrari, the one Hardin gifted me on my birthday while the driver heads toward Cassie’s place.Even before we arrive, I already know exactly how this is going to go. Cassie plus luxury equals chaos.The thought alone makes me laugh softly to myself.The city moves quickly outside the tinted windows while soft music plays in the background. I check my lip gloss in the mirror briefly before looking outside again.The second we pull up in front of Cassie’s apartment building, I spot her immediately.She’s already outside waiting.The woman practically vibrates with excitement the moment she sees the Ferrari.“Oh my God!” she screams dramatically before the car even fully stops.I burst into laughter instantly. Cassie hurries toward the car in heels, already recording with her phone.“Everybody look at my best friend’s car!” she yells into the camera. “Do you know what it means to be A
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN I sink into the plush chair, letting the soft fabric caress me, while Cassie and Sofia flit around the boutique like butterflies, holding up gowns and draping fabric with precision. Each dress is stunning, flowing silk, delicate lace, shimmering embellishments but for a bride
CHAPTER TWELVE She steps forward when he gestures, her smile bright and professional.“This is Sofia,” he announces smoothly. “From today onward, she’ll be your personal assistant. She’ll also help manage all your social platforms.”She gives me a polite bow.“It’s an honor, ma’am. I
CHAPTER FIFTEEN We step out of the cab and into the neon-lit chaos of the club. The bass of the music hits my chest like a wave, each beat vibrating through the floor and into my bones. Cassie grabs my hand immediately, dragging me toward the dance floor with the energy of someone
CHAPTER THIRTEEN I step out of the bathroom, steam curling behind me as I wrap the towel tighter around my body. My skin is warm, my pulse refusing to settle, that restless need still coiled deep inside me.I walk to my drawer, hesitating for only a second before pulling it open.







