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64. The test
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-02Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession 66. The impossible condition
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-03Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession 67. I want you
I woke up to soft cries. I blinked multiple times to clear my vision and found myself sitting in a dimly lit room. The only source of light was the lamp at the bedside. My arms felt too heavy to move and turn on the lights. The cries intensified, so I slowly turned onto my side. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a small form lying beside me, throwing his tiny hands and legs in the air. A baby. My baby. Looking at a small part of me, my body filled with new energy. I immediately sat up and turned on the lights. He stopped crying for a second as his lips parted, but then he started crying again. I scooped him into my arms and brought him close to my chest. I placed a kiss on his tiny forehead. One of his tiny fists was curled against his chest while the other reached for a strand of my hair. He felt so soft against me. My breath hitched as I ran a trembling finger along his chubby cheek. Slowly, he stopped crying and made a soft baby sound before nuzzling closer to me.
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The air in the bathroom suddenly became suffocating as he whispered those words in my ear. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't because my arms were already wrapped around my body. Exposing myself to his hungry eyes was like adding fuel to the fire. One of his hands moved up my spine, igniting a trail of shivers. I clenched my fists tighter, keeping myself firm. I couldn't melt in his arms. Now, I am not alone; a life is growing inside me that is completely dependent on me. I can't risk its life for a few moments of pleasure. "I told you to leave," I whispered, though my voice lacked its usual bite. Nikolai chuckled in response. "But your trembling body against me conveys something different." I clenched my jaw tightly and tried to hold myself together when his fingertips trailed up my arm in a slow and torturous manner. "It's you who is playing with it," I breathed out. "Stay away from me, Nikolai! This isn't right," I stated. His grip on my waist tightened as his eyes
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My heart shot to my throat the moment I felt him position himself behind me. His hand stroked himself slowly, as if preparing to claim what he believed was already his. My eyes widened, and every nerve in my body lit up with urgency. I panicked. I needed to do something to stop him before it went too far. I didn’t want to regret this for life. An idea came to my mind, and I acted before I could even second-guess myself. I was not sure if it would work, but I knew I needed to stop Nikolai, right here and now. I took a shaky breath, and just as he was about to push forward, I immediately removed my hands from the wall and stood straight, just in time. "What?" he barked, clearly irritated. His voice was rough with frustration and hunger. He was just about to have what he wanted, but it slipped away from his fingers a second before. I immediately turned around to face him. His eyebrows were knitted together, his jaw was tight, and his damp hair stuck to his forehead. He looked
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Marco! No, this time I am not delusional. I can confirm that it was my brother. Same eyes, same personality, same cologne. He is here to meet me, disguised as a bartender. He is alive. My brother is alive. My hands shook violently. I swallowed and tried my best to keep my expression normal. Without thinking twice, I immediately stood up. Everyone looked up at me because clearly, it was against the ethics, but right now, nothing mattered to me. Trying to appear normal, I scanned the surroundings, looking for the rooms. Just when I took one step, Nikolai came in front of me. "Alessia, where are you going?" he asked, concern etching his face. I breathed and swallowed, trying to seem normal. "I urgently need to use the washroom," I lied. His eyes flicked down to my body for a second, as they always did when he suspected me. "Nikolai, I seriously need to use the washroom," I stated in a stern voice, "now!" He tilted his head. "It's to the right," he told me. To
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-07Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession 72. Melting hearts
"Alessia?" Nikolai's voice came from behind. My soul almost left my body. My grip on the phone tightened. The first thought that shot through my mind was of Marco. My eyes flew open in horror. My cheeks turned red as I looked around, but to my relief, he wasn't here. Thank God. "Alessia!" Nikolai stepped onto the balcony. His forehead furrowed as he took in the sight of me, tense, breathless, and clearly rattled, standing there alone. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I shouldn't have looked around in front of Nikolai. He notices the smallest things. He suspected something was wrong. Without saying another word, he turned on his heel and stalked into the room, checking the bathroom, the corners of the balcony, and even under the bed. My stomach churned. I swallowed hard. Please don’t come back, Marco. Please stay hidden. I had no idea where he had disappeared to, but I was grateful he had the sense to vanish before Nikolai showed up. While he was inside, I quickly shoved
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The room was silent. Too silent. The only sound that could be heard was the curtains hitting against the windowpane, occasionally broken by my silent sobs. I sat on the floor with my legs folded, my head resting on the edge of the bed, my arms limping at my sides. My hair was a mess, my lips cracked to the point that blood started to appear under the skin, and my throat was dry from all the screaming, sobbing… and the silence that followed. It's been seven days since I was brought here. I had cried so much; I didn’t know if there were tears left in me anymore. But pain? Pain never seemed to run out. I was once again in my father's house, but now these walls felt cold and hollow. It isn't my home anymore. I left the place that was truly my home: the arms of my Nikolai. "Nick." His name escaped my lips in a whisper. My lips hadn't grown tired of calling him again and again, hoping that it would bring him back, as if my voice could somehow reach the other side. But
