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Nick I could hardly wait to see her. After hearing her being scared, I could not control myself. I had to see her. I repositioned my watch and made slight adjustments to my pocket square. Cia insisted I wear this color. My attention was drawn to the clicking motion of the heels. When I turned around and saw her at the top of the steps, my heart stopped. If someone ever asked me if I had seen an angel, I would remember this moment. She appears to be the pinnacle of beauty. She was dressed elegantly in a champagne-colored off-the-shoulder gown with a high slit on her left leg. Her face had glamorous makeup, and she tied her hair in a bun with a few tendrils of hair falling on her neck. Her ears were studded with diamond studs, and she gripped her clutch tightly. I couldn’t resist pulling her to me as she descended the steps. “You look wonderful,” I whispered in her ear. A shutter raced through her. She said with a smile, “You don’t look half-bad yourself.” I wanted to capture the mo
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Anaya I was amazed at the spectacle in front of me as we exited the armored car. I may not have seen many places, but I feel this one is the most magnificent. Cia has given me a crash course in Mafia-related things. Her report states that the event was held by one of the wealthiest mafias ever. He is richer than my father and even Nicolas. There is no question in my mind now that I have seen this. Daisy whispered, “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” I instantly shut my lips and followed my father to the gate. I noticed a charming man greeting everyone as we got closer to the gate. He was intimidatingly tall, strong, and built. An air of authority surrounded him. I felt a bit nervous as we got closer to him. My father had switched to Mafia mode. A domineering and malicious presence replaced the kind and benevolent presence. “Ivankov,” my father said. The man turned, and I realized just how attractive that man was. Is everyone here unbearably hot, or is the water different in
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Nicolas I walked away from Anaya and made my way directly to the bar. I need liquor or I’ll burn the men who have dared to touch my wife. “Your strongest whiskey,” I yelled at the bartender. He flinched and shivered before running to fetch me a drink. My mind was already hammering with Lucia's question, asking if I liked Anaya, which I could not answer to her as well as myself. But my reflections on that were interrupted when I saw Ivankov kissing my Anaya's hand. “You appear to be in need of one.” Noah offered me a cigarette. Wrong timing, Ivankov! “No,” I said. Not a smoker myself. I cannot tolerate it. “Are you okay, Ricci?” he inquired. The bartender placed my drink in front of me. “Fucking dandy,” I exclaimed, gulping the whiskey down in one gulp. My throat started to burn, which gave me something else to think about. “Again,” I shouted. I calmed down after downing two more drinks. He inquired, “Who is the girl with Costa?” My blood boiled. Why is my wife attracting so much
My Mafia Husband Chapter 31
Anaya The previous two weeks have been the busiest of my life. I have no idea how, but in less than a fortnight, my father was able to plan an engagement party for Nicolas and me. That is tomorrow. The man has crazy skills, well, his party planners have crazy skills. They have inundated us with fittings, guest lists, meal menus, and engagement rings ever since my father revealed mine and Nicolas’s engagement. Sometimes I lose sight of the fact that this is only an engagement party and not a wedding. I shudder at the thought of my father’s excitement at my wedding. In the Mafia world, my father informed me, there has been a commotion about the homecoming of his daughter. My father was glad to confirm the news when people who couldn’t attend the gala contacted him. The engagement, on the other hand, had a different outcome, since many people are concerned about two of the most powerful Mafia families joining forces. According to my father, both criminal organizations and government or
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Nicolas The night before the event... I was in Viler’s office. We tracked down the individual who was following Anaya while disguised as a woman. He was a scumbag hired to track Anaya’s movements from the airport. He also received an anonymous phone call and was compensated in cash for his services. I groaned and sank into the chair across from him. I was exhausted, dried out, and in need of a drink. “Are you certain he is telling us the whole truth?” Viler asked. “Yes, I am sure. He was so terrified when he saw me he peed in his pants. And let’s just say that I was adamant about getting the truth out of him. He is another lackey who doesn’t know shit,” I said. Viler looked at me with the same expression. We have spent so much time searching for leads, but have only come up with dead ends. “Okay. We will pick this up after the event tomorrow. Go get some rest,” Viler said, and I nodded. I also need to work on other issues. But before that, I need to see my soon-to-be bride. I have
My Mafia Husband Chapter 33
Anaya I grinned inwardly, thinking about the tense showdown I had with one of Nicolas’s men. I am not a snide person, but his condescending comments made me want to shut him up. So rather than yell and make a scene, I did what I do best and offered him a smile and a sarcastic response. I sighed when I couldn’t find Cia after scouring the entire hall. Where is she? An eerie whisper brought my attention to a secluded balcony. My eyes widened as I approached the balcony and noticed Cia with none other than Noah. They were both involved in a heated debate, completely ignorant of my presence. “No. Why don’t you understand?” she whispered at the intimidated-looking Mafia boss. Hurt flashed in his eyes. “And why not?” he asked. Although I was curious about what they were discussing, I did not want to eavesdrop on their private conversation. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat. Both their heads snapped in my direction and Cia’s face turned pale. Although Mr. Ivankov was just as surprised, he imme
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Nicolas I shoved the person who was pressing up against me like a leech. “Are you out of your mind, Ria?” I yelled. “Oh, boss, come on. You want me, you know it.” She whispered, rubbing her body against me while attempting to climb me. I pushed her once more. Boy, this girl doesn’t get a hint! “How often do I need to remind you? I don't want you. Get your fucking head together!” I screamed. “No! You cannot marry that filthy ass bitch! I’m aware that you want me. I know you’re marrying her for the sake of her father’s business! I know you love me!” she yelled. She has lost her fucking mind. She needs a fucking doctor. But before I could say or do anything, she smacked her lips on mine, and my eyes widened. I was too confused to respond for two seconds, but I quickly regained my composure and shoved her. “You slut, don’t touch me!” I yelled. She stumbled back, hitting the wall. I grabbed her in two steps and gripped her neck tightly, yanking her upward while she whimpered in pain. “
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Anaya I hurried to my room, holding my head down. I could feel Marco and another bodyguard following me inside. They always keep watch outside the mansion, but Nicolas gave them orders to keep watch outside my room if my father wasn’t home. “Mam,” one of the guards said as he knocked on my door. “We are standing outside the room. Please inform us if you need anything.” I nodded. “Okay. Could you kindly ensure that no one bothers me? I need to rest.” I massaged my brow, attempting to show them I was suffering from a headache. “Yes mam,” he replied. I slammed the door shut and sank to the ground. Everything came crashing down on me like a tonne of bricks. Everyone lies to me. My adoptive parents, my biological father, my soon-to-be husband, and even my best friend. They have all deceived me in every manner imaginable. I am such an idiot to believe anything everyone says. I chuckled humorlessly, remembering the day Nicolas told me I was too naïve, and I sassed him. When I reflect on
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