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~ALINA’S POV~His weight collapsed against me.Heavy, bloody and lifeless.“Valentino!” I screamed, my voice sharp enough to cut through the rain, through the gunfire, through everything.But he didn’t move.My knees buckled under him as we hit the wet pavement. I cradled his head to my chest, trembling fingers sliding to his throat.The pulse was there, faint, rapid, but thank God, still beating.I was soaked, shaking, but I didn’t care. The blood pouring from his shoulder was too much, too fast.“Stay with me,” I whispered, brushing his soaked hair from his forehead. “Don’t you dare leave me. Not like this.”Around us, chaos faded.Gunshots slowed, then stopped. I barely registered the retreating footsteps of the men as they scattered into the night.Outnumbered, outgunned and defeated by the Romanos.I looked around for anything, anything that could help. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Just skin, ink, blood, and rain.I grabbed his belt, yanked it from his waist with trembling hands, a
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~ALINA’S POV~ The rain had stopped, but the wind still whispered through the cracks in the castle walls. It was early, the sun just rising, but I hadn’t moved from his side. For two days, Valentino had drifted in and out of consciousness, feverish and stubborn, refusing to let anyone near him but me. I sat curled up in a chair beside his bed, chin on my knees, watching his chest rise and fall beneath the covers. The bandages on his shoulder were still clean, no new bleeding. That was a good sign. A subconscious exhale left my mouth. I should have left for Toronto by now. The attorney was waiting. Guilia even called him yesterday—he said he’d still be in Toronto until Friday, but after that, he’s traveling. Today is Wednesday. If I don’t leave soon, I might miss the chance to claim my inheritance as soon as possible. But I can’t go.Not while he looks like this. Not while the man who took a bullet for me still lies half-dead in bed because of me. I reached forward, brushing a
Last Updated : 2025-04-24The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 27. Distraction
~VALENTINO’S POV~“Thank you.”The words leaped out of my mouth before I could stop them.I hadn’t said that in years, maybe longer, and never like that, never with that kind of weight. But here I was, saying it for her.I watched the way her lips parted, the way her eyes searched mine like she was trying to figure out who I was.I didn’t blame her.I didn’t even know who the fuck I was in that moment.What the hell is this woman doing to me?I’d taken bullets before—plenty—but never thrown myself in front of one, not for anyone, not even my brothers. They were the ones who took bullets for me; that was the code, the way the world worked when you were at the top.But for her?I didn’t even think twice.And that kiss… Dio mio, I hadn’t kissed a woman like that in my entire life.Soft, tender, and real.Like it fuckiing meant something. Like she meant something than just my fake contract wife.I stood still for a beat longer, trying to shake the feeling crawling through my chest. Then I
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~ALINA’S POV~ The jet touched down in Toronto with a soft jolt, the wheels screeching briefly against the runway. I shifted in my seat, nerves tightening in my stomach as I peered through the small oval window. The sky above was a muted gray, heavy with the threat of rain. The moment we stepped outside, the cool Toronto air wrapped around us. I breathed it in, feeling the buzz of a city that once was my home… but now felt like nothing more than a graveyard for my most painful memories. The maids had dressed me in black from head to toe. A soft black robe-like coat, featherlight but dramatic, wrapped around my body, cinched tightly at the waist. Valentino was beside me, dressed in sharp, tailored black as always. His injury was hidden so well under his clothes that no one would have ever guessed he had taken a bullet two days ago. Dante and Rocco flanked our sides like twin shadows, silent and deadly. Dante had insisted on coming. He didn’t trust the city, not with Val still he
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~ALINA’S POV~ Dash & Associates was located in an old but elegant brick building, tucked between glass skyscrapers, the kind of place that whispered of old money, and power that didn’t need to shout to be felt. Inside, everything moved quickly. The shiny hardwood floors gleamed underfoot, and the scent of lemon polish and old paper greeted us. Tall bookshelves lined the walls behind the glossy reception desk, each shelf crammed with thick leather-bound legal tomes. A young woman greeted us as we entered, flashing a professional smile. She wore a fitted navy-blue pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse, and her dark hair was twisted into a sleek bun. Her makeup was flawless, just enough to say “I care” without looking overdone. “Good afternoon,” she chirped, her voice bright and efficient. “Do you have an appointment?” I nodded, clutching my purse a little tighter. “Alina Moretti. I’m here to see Barrister Dash.” “Ah, yes. Mr. Dash mentioned he was expecting you. Please,
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~ALINA’S POV~ I turned quickly, my heart skipping a beat. My fingers clenched around the strap of my purse. No. It couldn’t be. But it was. Standing not more than ten steps away, laughing like they belonged there, were Ethan and Jade. The betrayers. “Guilia,” I whispered, tugging on her sleeve. “Look. That’s them. That’s Jade and Ethan. The two I told you about. My ex… and my former best friend.” Guilia turned sharply, her eyes narrowing like a wolf catching a scent. “What?” she hissed. “Where?” I pointed discreetly across the glass courtyard, just outside the main entrance of Tino Autos. There they stood, laughing like they hadn’t shattered me once before. Jade, wrapped in cream fur, clung to Ethan’s arm like a trophy wife. And Ethan, smug as ever, adjusted his blazer like he owned the damn building. Guilia’s head whipped in their direction. Her jaw dropped, eyes narrowing like she was already choosing which bone to break first. “Those bastards?” she hissed. “Let’s go bea
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~ALINA’S POV~The moment Mr. Lockwood dropped to his knees, the silence was suffocating. Even the city’s distant hum seemed to pause.“I’m so sorry, Don Romano,” he stammered, his forehead nearly pressed to the concrete. “He’s my son. He’s young… foolish. He didn’t know who he was talking to.”I felt Ethan’s disbelief from across the space as he stood there, still clutching his cheek, stunned into silence. Jade, for once, had no snide remark ready. Her mascara had begun to smudge under her eyes, either from the wind or the humiliation. I couldn’t care less.Valentino stared down at him, unimpressed.“Your son,” he repeated slowly. His voice was dangerously calm, like the stillness before a tidal wave.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Lockwood said, trembling. “Please… I’ll deal with him. Just… please, don’t fire me.”Valentino’s cold gaze slid from the man kneeling before him to Ethan, still gripping his face like he couldn’t believe his father had slapped him. Then to Jade, who stood frozen, her rui
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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 41. Daddy’s Perfect Little Wife II
~ALINA’S POV~The leather seat creaked as Valentino reached between us, his fingers deftly working his belt buckle open.The clink of metal, the slow drag of leather through loops—every sound sent a fresh pulse of heat between my thighs.His gaze never left mine, dark and commanding, as he pushed his pants down just enough to free himself.Oh God.Even half-hard, he was massive, thick and heavy in his own grip, the tip already glistening with precum.My mouth watered just looking at him.“Moglie,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.He reclined the seat back with one hand, the motor whirring softly as it lowered him into a near-horizontal position.His free hand wrapped around mine, guiding my fingers to his throbbing length.The second I touched him, he groaned, his hips jerking slightly.“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers tightening over mine. “Yeah… just like that.”His skin was like hot velvet over steel, the weight of him intoxicating in my palm. I stroked him slowly, watching as h
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~ALINA’S POV~His fingers dug into the bare skin of my inner thigh, pushing my dress higher, exposing me to the cool air of the car and to his hungry gaze.“Val—” I gasped, but his mouth was already on my neck, teeth scraping over my pulse point as his other hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back.“Val?” he growled against my skin.My breath hitched.I could feel his eyes glued to me, quiet for a moment. Then, without a word, he reached up and flicked the dome light on.Warm, sudden light bathed the car’s interior, bright enough to make me squint.And there I was.His gaze roamed over me slowly, taking in the flush on my cheeks, the smudge of lipstick at the corner of my mouth, the way the strap of my dress had slipped off one shoulder.I swallowed.“Now I can see you properly,” he said, voice low, amused. “I can see how hungry you are for me.”My cheeks flushed red and I shifted under the weight of his gaze, acutely aware of every inch of skin the light touched.“I wasn’t hidin
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 39. Moan It In My Ears
~ALINA’S POV~I glared at him in disbelief.Is he high?He didn’t flinch, he just kept going. “Let me tell you the truth. I only made you sign that contract because I needed a wife. My Padrino wouldn’t let me ascend as Don unless I was married. I didn’t want to court anyone. No one seemed worthy. So… I used your father’s debt as an excuse to make you marry me.” His eyes locked onto mine. “I don’t care about the money anymore. Or the properties. I only care about you.” My heart thudded. I stared at him. Was he… being serious right now ? He didn’t care about the debt? About the inheritance? Maybe he wasn’t the devil the world made him out to be. Maybe there was a heart in there. A heart that just needed the right kind of love. Should I tell him about my father’s company? No. No, Alina. Don’t be stupid. He’s a mafia Don. They lie. He might feel this way now, but what if he wakes up tomorrow and changes his mind? What if I piss him off? What if he seizes everything? I’
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 38. 68th Floor
~ALINA’S POV~The moment I stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to me.I felt it like heat on my skin.Heads turned, some subtly, others not even trying to hide their gawking.Val just smirked, proud and possessive, his hand sliding firmly around my waist like he was staking a claim. He didn’t say a word, but I felt his pride in every inch of that touch. Like he was saying; Don’t you dare look at her. She’s mine.A man walking past actually stumbled, his head craning so hard in my direction that he nearly walked into the wall. Somewhere near the valet station, a car screeched just a little too hard to a stop.Valentino gave a quiet laugh under his breath.“Easy,” he murmured with a smirk, his hand tightening around my waist.He was smug about it. And protective. And I… I liked it.We entered the restaurant, his hand never leaving mine. The restaurant was perched atop one of the tallest buildings in the city, the sixty-eighth floor, to be exact. As we stepped inside, I was hit w
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 37. Peonies
~ALINA’S POV~“What? You’re seriously paying three times for that?” the lady hissed, loud enough for half the room to hear.Valentino didn’t flinch. His grip stayed firm on my waist, his presence a shield I didn’t realize I’d needed until that moment.The sales associate, unfazed by our exchange, pulled a machine out of his pocket and spoke softly, almost nervously. “Sir,” he said with a respectful nod. “Your PIN.”Still holding onto me, Valentino pressed his code with his free hand, his thumb moving over the keys swiftly.Beep. Beep.Tap.Confirmed.The screen flashed green. Payment Accepted.A beat of stunned silence followed.The woman scoffed, arms crossed so tight her fake nails looked like they were about to snap.“Whatever. Let him waste his money.”Her voice grated against my nerves, bitter and sour. I couldn’t stop the disgust curling in my chest as I looked at her—she had that sour energy of someone who thought being loud meant being a bad bitch.Her boyfriend looked like h
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 36. She Wants It. She Gets It
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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 35. Night Drive & A Sprinkle Of Trouble
~ALINA’S POV~I slipped into the car, the door closing softly behind me as Valentino rounded the hood and climbed into the driver’s seat.He didn’t speak at first. He just started the engine, and the MC20 purred to life like a beast.Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” hummed low through the speakers. It was dark out, the kind of soft, hazy Toronto night where the streetlights looked like gold dust smeared across black silk.It was quiet… until my heart started doing this ridiculous flip inside my chest.He was taking me on a date. A real one.How? Why?He could’ve said a ride or a meal, but no—he said a date.And I couldn’t stop the butterflies that instantly scattered in my stomach.This wasn’t what I expected. This was supposed to be a contract marriage, a cold arrangement where we used each other to get what we wanted.I had a goal—to find out what happened to my parents, to claim my father’s empire, to rise on my own.But this… this felt like something else.The man beside me wa
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 34. Not Just A Wife II
~VALENTINO’S POV~Was this the woman I married?I stared at her, stunned, as she rose from her seat, slow and poised, like a queen in a court full of kings. She adjusted her dress lightly at the hips, her chin lifting with grace, and I could swear the temperature in the room shifted.There was fire in her—not forced, not loud. Just natural, and absolutely astonishing.God, she looked stunning.Mr. Herrera leaned back in his chair, fingers still folded beneath his chin, watching her like a man waiting to be proved wrong.I could hear Jerome’s breath hitch slightly. Mine almost did too. I hadn’t expected her to speak up. I wasn’t even sure she would.But here she was, standing in front of international investors, about to answer one of the most challenging business questions thrown at us so far.She inhaled once, then spoke.“Thank you, Mr. Herrera,” Alina began. “Now, to your question. You asked how Tino Autos plans to stay ahead of competitors who might launch similar prototypes by th
