Abducted by the Mafia のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

He was astonished at her. She slept for three hours in the plane and her eyes didn't agree to open. He smiled down at her. His fingers were dug into her soft skin. Her weight was light. She was sleeping like a baby in his arms. Somewhere in the corner of his heart, he was glad it wasn't Kattie in his arms. From that moment, he had seen her. He couldn't take her out of his mind. He wanted to tie her in his arms so she couldn't even think of going away from him. He stepped into his house. He agreed to break his promise to have her and called her his forever. He lifted his eyes to see his mother. His thought was standing in front of him. His blood boiled in his veins. His mother smiled eyeing him. His eyes weren't on his mother. He was glaring beside her. Their faces blanched with shock. He was reining his rage as she was still in his arms, peacefully sleeping. She was helping a lot. His mother was waiting for him in the hall. She had recently lost h

They were walking down the stairs. His hand was securely around her delicate waist. He was expecting her to put on some fat as he had read on some stupid social media that girls put on some fat after their wedding. He could feel her size. It was the same under his touch. Or he was thinking which he shouldn't think. He could see his family sitting in the living hall. His eyes were on his mother. Who was looking at them with gleaming and happy eyes. She could not conceal her exhilaration seeing them. " Good morning, mom. " He said with a full smile and hugged her. He was fearing his mother would shed tears at any time. " Good morning. I thought. You'll be late. " His mother said gleefully. " Mom, Amiya. " He said. " Hello, " She anxiously replied, flashing her adorable smile. His eyes fell on his brother who was heating his eyes staring at his wife. He left the two women to deal with their new relationship on their own.

Her tears were dried. She was sitting on the floor near the balcony and watching out in the garden of his house. She could see who was coming and leaving the house. Her mother's bracelet was gleaming in her right hand. She removed her ruby earring and put on Gretta's gift. She was missing both. They went on picnics every weekend like a small happy family. Now she was trapped here. It was almost evening. She didn't want to face anyone and do anything. Indeed, she didn't want to eat anything. She was observing his security. There' one mistake could be her freedom. Another night was coming. She was fearing what he would do with her tonight. She brought her knees close to her chest and hugged herself tightly. She decided if he dared to touch her, she'd kill him. She was also aware he was so much stronger than her. Plan was almost beyond the bounds of possibility, still she was determined to try it. Most hated part of it, she liked him except the glares,

When he saw her walking in the washroom. He trod toward the closet and plucked a dark turmeric color puffy half sleeves gown and matching high heels. Putting it aside, he selected a yellow sapphire necklace and earrings for her. He paced back in the room and put her things on the glass table. He locked the door. Ten Minutes had passed. He hadn't heard the sound of shower. He tightened his jaw. He strode inside the washroom. His mouth opened in surprise. He was gawking at her, tugging a smile on his lips. She was sleeping in the washroom. Corners of his lip lifted up in a huge smile. He had not seen someone like her who loved sleeping this much and wouldn't mind sleeping in a washroom. Stopped in front of her, he hunched forward and reached out his hand to touch her. His guests would be coming to the dining table at any time. He clenched his hand and stepped back. He turned on the shower. She squealed and jumped. He smiled watching her but immediately h

He raised his brows staring down at her. He walked to the closet and put her down on her feet. He plucked a dark blue lacy gown and shoved in her hand, " Change in first then go to bed. " He said. He stepped toward his clothes. She knew he'd not leave her alone. She heaved and immediately changed in while he was shuffling his clothes. She hurried toward the door, " Amiya. " He said impassively. ' He is the dominant partner in this marriage. ' She stopped dead afraid of him. Scare was clawing her. He did not speak a word to her after returning from the club. She blinked, raising her gaze up at him. He beckoned at the counter where two small bags were lying. She slowly sauntered toward it as he had put a bomb in it. She picked it up and peeped in it. Then she peered at him unbelievably. He was unbuttoning his shirt. She gulped hard. Memories were making her body tightened and angry at the same time. Her condition was confusingly unclear. She