The Mafia' s Bride

Yasmine POVI hum softly, my hair tied in a loose bun with a few strands framing my face. The wildflower collection is done. With a final flourish, I step back to admire my completed artwork, "The Wildflower Collections" The painting radiates joy, freedom, and the beauty of nature, capturing the essence of wildflowers. I untie my apron, letting it slide off my shoulder. The worn fabric is stained with paint spatters. I absently hang it over a rack and move to the restroom to rinse my hands. Long and luscious hair cascades down my back as I release it from its constraints. I quickly apply a peach lipstick and put moisturizer on my hands. Now I can have some rest after several weeks of hard work. Moving out of the restroom, I walk to my small desk to pick up my tote. I plan to surprise Nathan tonight. It's been two weeks since we last saw each other. I walks out of the studio and lock the door. My Art studio is nestled in vibrant n

Yasmine POV It's an early Friday morning, and I plan to stay in for today. I can hear the sound of Matt getting ready in his room for work. Mark left early this morning as he had an audition at an agency. He is an up-and-coming pop star auditioning to join one of the biggest rock star bands in the state. I just finished setting the table for breakfast when Matt finally came out of his room dressed in an Armani suit. "Wow! Yazz, you don't have to do this," he exclaimed. "I want to, and besides, it's nothing much," I replied. Nothing makes my mornings better than a full and rich English breakfast. Nathan always admonishes me for taking such high-calorie foods. Almost to the point of body shaming me, saying I am fat. I have a slightly plump body

Yasmine POV After finishing our meal at the restaurant, Luca had his driver drop me off at my building before bidding me goodnight. When I got home, Matt and Mark were already gone, so I changed out of my clothes and got ready to sleep. My paintings are to be transferred to the gallery tomorrow, and I have to meet with my assigned curator about the theme and arrangements of the artworks so we can prepare them for the exhibition, which is to take place next week Friday. There is a lot to be done in this apartment, but I will do that after my exhibition. After changing into a silky camisole and short pajamas, I got into bed. Thinking of Luca, he has been a perfect gentleman tonight, but when I think of the look in his eyes, I shiver. Just two more nights left, and we are done. I don't have good feelings about getting involved with him; he is just too intense for my own good. But surely, a little fling probably won't hurt, right? ********. ******** The next morning dressed in

Yasmine POV There is no point in fighting because I believed Luca has been planning this for a while and one thing I have learnt about him is that he hates it when I try to resist or avoid him. Wrapped in the sheet I sit down on the bed and pick up the fork to start eating. l “You are not going to fight me, I expect some screaming and cussing?” He sound surprised. “Are you going to let me go if I do all that?” I asked. “No” “Then what’s the point, I will just save my energy than scream like some banshee” I replied and start digging through my lasagna. He sat down beside me and slide his hand into my hair. "It's good to know that you trust me, even if it's just a bit," he murmured while slightly massaging her scalp. "Why would I trust you?" I gritted out. "You are not behaving like a normal captive; it's like you know I won't hurt you subconsciously," he nipped her ear with his teeth. I shuddered as he trailed kisses over my shoulder, discovering the erogen

Yasmine POV I followed her quietly downstairs; the mansion seems large, possibly a family villa. It's cozy and gives a warm and inviting atmosphere. Golden, wrought-iron chandeliers hung over the stairway and down into the living room below, and the stairway railings are made of wrought iron. The house showcases a rustic interior featuring stone walls, terracotta floors, and exposed wooden beams. The stairway looks grand and leads into large, open living spaces with huge fireplaces. The arched doorways and windows have modern glass. There are antique furniture and sofas. It downright looks like a place out of a magazine. She led me into a large library and stopped in front of an office desk where Luca was working. He had changed into a loose white shirt and black slacks, a more relaxed attire perhaps suitable for the less formal environment of his personal library, contrasting with what he might wear for business meetings. He looked up from his laptop at us, his expression unrea