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TWENTY-NINE

Author: Betty__Kris
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TWENTY-NINE

With one hand directly against her stomach,she let the other roam around the sheets.

It was empty. He was gone,which admittedly was not a surprise. Her eyes flickered open when the realization dawned on her. She had almost forgotten she was on her period, but her cramps reminded her.

She winced,biting her lips to hold herself down from crying out. Her period day was the most dreadful time of the month for her because it always came with an excruciating pain that she couldn't explain.

Isabelle's eyes darted across the room probably searching for something unknown to her. She tried relaxing her back against the headboard. Her hand still on her stomach,her eyes caught a note and a mini packaged item on the table opposite the bed.

Looking closely at it,she found out they were painkillers. Something fluttered in her chest at the thought that he considered that she might be in pains when she woke up. Another form of care from Alessandro that she wasn't used to. A faint smile sti
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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-SEVEN

    SEVENTY-SEVENWrong move, wife.A very wrong move, wife.Alessandro was finding it hard to contain the storm brewing inside him. Not in his wildest imaginations had he ever thought that a woman would drive him this crazy—a woman could make him want to lose control.Not just any woman—it was this one.The one sitting right across him, just close to this loser Rafael. He watched her as she swayed her hips seductively while trying to sit close to Rafael before she finally sat that ass down. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment.And they say patience is the greatest virtue. Whoever made that quote was probably drunk at that moment, and out of their damn mind.“Shall we proceed?” Rafael asked, his eyes gleaming with victory.Still gnashing his teeth,he nodded. “Yes,” the answer seemed more forced than normal.He was a pro at this. He was never one to lose at a poker game no matter how hard his opponent tried and Rapheal knew that too well, because every fucking time he would alw

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-SIX

    SEVENTY-SIXShe just broke his first rule for tonight. She let him kiss her hand, and no one was supposed to do that. But it was her after all, expect anything contrary from whatever you say when it comes to his little firecracker. Was it her plan to test his limits tonight? Because she was fucking testing and succeeding at it. He wouldn't deny that she looked absolutely breathtaking—even though he hadn't told her that, but that wasn't an explicit warranty that she could smile at all the men tonight. All the men which ofcourse included this one,The Crown Prince Rafael de Ortega.A Spanish royal and a soon to be strategic business partner, because that was the only reason Prince Rafael was here—for business, and that business did not include his wife in any way. But here she was falling for those sharp cheekbones, sapphire cufflinks, and that smug grin that came naturally to men who have never been denied anything.He watched as Isabelle genuinely smiled at him when he spoke to her i

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-FIVE

    SEVENTY-FIVEThe music being played was rather elegant. Strings and the beat of the music blending with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. This was a gathering of powerful mafia families, of mafia men that gave off lethal looks to passerbys. The chandeliers gave an even better lighting to the room. With the air in the room smelling of expensive perfume and cigarette, while waiters made their way through the crowd, offering champagne in delicate crystal glasses.His father was nowhere to be seen. Not that he expected him to show up. He never did because his own father always saw him as a threat of some kind.And then something else—someone else took his attention. She stepped in and everyone else vanished from sight. It was just him and her. Alessandro stood, with a glass of scotch in his hand, his eyes trained—no, devoted to one woman. His wife.His enemy.His obsession?Isabelle.He took a strained gulp of the drink hoping to dilute whatever was r

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-FOUR

    SEVENTY-FOURThe party was this evening and she was taking her time to get ready. As usual, she had not seen Alessandro since the confession he made to her the other day. There was no sugarcoating—her husband hated her.He had likened her to a whore and she had called him a monster. She didn't regret it—couldn't regret it because that was exactly what he was. It didn't matter that he recommended her to the art gallery that she has been dying to work with…he was still a monster. She frowned when she remembered her meeting with the gallery had been postponed because Alessandro didn't want anything coming in between his party and her presence.He didn't need her anyway.So what was his problem?Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided it was time to let things be how they were. The man was never going to love her so there wasn't need to drag it. She would go to this party, ignore him and make the best out of the night and that was it.Enough thoughts about him.“Hey princess,

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-THREE

    SEVENTY-THREE“I want you naked.”Isabelle's eyes widened at the realization of what he had just said. She was well aware of how her mind began conjuring up a meaningful response. “I…I can't do that,” she murmured after seconds of silence between them.“You can and you will,” he affirmed. His tone depicted just how sure he was of the possibility. Whatever space that was left between them was covered in an instant leaving them directly against each other with their eyes glued to one another's. “I just can't, Alessandro. I don't want to,” she whispered. His nearness was doing a lot to her unsettled mind, and dear God she wanted to run away from it all. She noticed how her pulse quickened and without hesitation she started chanting a mantra in her head:I hate him?I should hate him.I hate him!“Give me more reasons to hate you, Alessandro…please. You're my captive and I can't be stuck on Stockholm syndrome,” she pleaded in her head, her eyes still firmly fixed on him.“Then I’ll have

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   SEVENTY-TWO

    SEVENTY-TWOIsabelle threw a few glances his way, noticing his steady stern expression throughout the drive. He didn't spare her any look as soon they got into the car. It seemed like they were back to the no speaking period when things became weird between them. And all these pointed right to one conclusion—it was impossible to understand this man. One minute he was all over her and the next he wasn't.And the embarrassing part was that she was always a willing participant to his needs because she will be damned if she said she didn't enjoy every single bit of them. But what did that have to say about her dignity? It was like every single attempt to avoid his advances always proved futile…leaving her wanting more—needing more. Noticing that his side eye was on her, she looked away quickly gazing through the window. She bit the inside of her cheek when she remembered Cici. How many women had he been with?Was it what he really said it was? Was it really just once?Was this how it wa

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