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CHAPTER 66: ESCAPE TO ITALIA
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2026-05-18 01:37:48
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One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 67: FROM FICTION TO FEELING
Isayanna After slipping into a sleek, branded bodycon dress, I stepped out of my hotel, my pulse already racing with anticipation. Alejandro’s driver was waiting for me, and within moments, we were on our way to the villa. The excitement bubbling inside me was almost too much to contain.We hadn’t been able to visit the villa yesterday because Alejandro had insisted on showing me around the neighboring areas instead. It had been a day filled with sightseeing, and while I had seen a lot, it hadn’t been enough. Not even close.I had been up since the crack of dawn, my mind buzzing with excitement for today’s excursion. Alejandro had mentioned that it was better to visit the villa in the morning or late afternoon, so he had asked me to return to my hotel yesterday. I hadn’t argued. After all, he seemed to know what he was doing.The drive to the villa was short, and before I knew it, the car came to a smooth stop. The driver stepped out and opened the door for me. I hopped down, my eyes
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 66: ESCAPE TO ITALIA
Italy, Verona CityIsayanna Alejandro was there to greet me the moment I stepped off the plane and collected my luggage. The airport buzzed with noise, but his presence stood out like a calm in the storm. He looked exactly as I remembered him—confident, warm, and just a little larger than life. Two massive bodyguards flanked him, their faces unreadable behind dark sunglasses that hid their eyes. They did not speak a word of English, their silence adding an air of mystery to the whole scene.In his hands, Alejandro held a piece of handcrafted paper with my name scrawled across it in bold, elegant letters. The sight of it made my heart swell with a mix of excitement and relief. He was beaming from ear to ear, his smile so wide it could light up the entire airport. It was clear he was relieved I had kept my word and shown up. And honestly? I was glad to be here too, even though a small part of me already missed home.I had not bothered asking Jaydon to come with me again. He had turned
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 65: KISS FOR THE AUDIENCE
Isayanna Finding my way to the toilet, I let out a deep sigh of relief, finally escaping the weight of that man’s penetrating gaze. It felt like he was searching for something, digging for answers I did not have—or at least, answers I could not afford to give.I do not actually need to use the restroom. It was just an excuse, a quick escape to gather my scattered emotions. My heart is racing, and my mind feels like it is spinning out of control. I thought I had a handle on this whole situation, that I was slowly getting used to the idea of being Jaydon’s wife in public. But now? I am not so sure.When we had dinner with Alejandro, I was nervous at first, but as the conversation flowed, the anxiety faded. This man, though—whoever he is—has stirred up a storm inside me. His questions were sharp, probing, and I could not shake the fear that I might slip up, say something stupid, and ruin everything. Jaydon’s secret, our arrangement—it all feels so fragile, like a house of cards ready to
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 64: BILLIONAIRE’S CLUB
Jaydon This is the optimal solution. Not the foolish idea of seeing Julie and confronting her with the newspaper headlines. That will not do anything. The crime has already been committed, and the only way to fix it is to accept the invitation to the business dinner party—the one I turned down last week because Isayanna was traveling to Verona two days later. All I need to do is make an appearance there to put an end to the rumors that we are in a contractual marriage. Isayanna liked the concept too, but she wanted to confront Julie directly. We debated it for a while until she finally agreed not to go. Creating a scene would only make things worse. What Julie has done is bad enough. It might undermine the idea of us getting divorced after a year, but I am not going to let it bother me. I do not care about people’s unsavory talk about me, and there is no reason why I should start now. After a year, we will officially separate. I do not care if they connect it to the information Jul
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 63: WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?
Isayanna I pushed the door open without knocking, stepping into the room to find Jaydon pacing back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His mouth twitched, a clear sign of irritation or stress—maybe both. I hesitated for a moment, lingering just outside the doorway, but when his head snapped up and his eyes locked onto mine, I forced myself to step inside.“Yes, I’ll call you later today,” he said abruptly into the phone, his voice sharp. As I walked past him, I dropped my luggage near the wall and scanned the room for a place to sit. I needed to wait until he was done with his call so we could finally talk about the news that had been gnawing at me all day.How the hell is anyone convincing the press we’re not a real couple? The question looped in my mind like a broken record. Who could even be behind this? It was hard to wrap my head around it. Jaydon and I had been doing such a good job of making everything look real—so real that no one would’ve doubted us. Well, exc
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 62: SECRETS LEAKED
Isayanna Grandma wraps her arms around me in a deep, loving hug, and I have to force myself to suppress the flood of emotions rushing through me. It has been so long since my last visit. I have missed her more than I realized. She never comes to see me anymore, though, and I know it is because she is trying to give me space—space that I supposedly need and deserve now that I am a wife. But I am here now. I wanted to check on her, see how she is adjusting to her new maid—the one she loves to chat about on the phone. And, of course, I need to let her know about my upcoming trip to Italy in five days. I am excited about it. Honestly, I wish she could come with me. But I know that is not possible. I cannot afford it, and I definitely cannot bring myself to ask Jaydon for help. I do not ask him for anything—especially not money. Even if I could somehow find the courage, the memory of how I was paid before starting the company with him, combined with his mother’s constant accusations t
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