บททั้งหมดของ REVENGE AND LOVE AGAINT MY MAFIA HUSBAND: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

“Someday you will be mine,” sighed Emily, while Angelo went on forgetting her because his mind was focused only on his beloved Ximena and his heart was beating anxiously to see her. “Ximena, love, I'm coming. I want to see you soon. I want to see your pretty face.” That was what Angelo thought on his way home. Finally, he saw open the big doors of his mansion that seemed like heaven itself; he felt in another reality like a soap opera; he saw himself running between fields of flowers to meet his beloved, who also ran to embrace him; he even heard romantic music in the background. “Hello, love, you're finally here. I waited a long time for you. I sat in the living room watching the floor clock, and it was as if the second hand was going two steps back and one step forward. Thank heaven you arrived,” said Ximena, hugging him and looking for his mouth to kiss him. “For the first time in a long time, I feel this warmth in my chest that mixes with tickling and makes me smile. I think it'

“Chief Ximena; I introduce you to the new carver. His name is Leonel; he is the best of the Sena Institute in jewelry; he graduated with honors; he will be one of the ones in charge of the new jewelry collection for this season.” “Hello Leonel, It's nice to meet you; I hope you shine.” I look into the eyes of this young man, who appears to be full of dreams and illusions. Despite his trembling, he must be terrified of his boss, which is me. He even answers me stammeringly, “Yes, ma'am, it is an honor for me to work in your company, which is undoubtedly one of the best in the world.” “Excellent, Leonel; I hope you are as good at designing as you are at flattering.” “Mrs. Ximena, look, I brought some prototypes; look at them.” He handed me a catalog with some beautiful jewelry glued to some cardboard sheets. “Wow, they are very beautiful; you really deserve your title.” “Not only that, Mrs. Ximena, at the Sena, they also give us business training, and I have many innovative ideas;

Angelo pulls me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while I kick and scream like crazy, no matter that I show my small underwear. I yell to my bodyguards to help me, and apparently they are stuck with a piece of blood sausage because they remain motionless looking at the floor. “Let me go, Angelo; don't be bold,” I demand when he puts me down to try to push me into his car. “Please behave; you've embarrassed me enough tonight,” he mutters to me, clenching his fists, and this doesn't stop me from yelling at him. “Hit me, that's all you're missing, you filthy pig; I knew you were hiding your true personality.” His look transformed as if he were possessed, and he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into the car. “Let's go to the house.” He ordered his driver, and while he grabbed my hands to prevent me from scratching his beautiful face, now the possessed one is me, who attacks him like a beast using my claws and teeth. I bite him, considering receiving a blow to make him let

The disappointment of finding out that the man I fell in love with was my sister ate me up. There would have been a thread of probability if he were with any other woman, even with another, but not with my only sister, Ximena, who technically was my only family. I cannot stand this feeling, which is as if I had a swarm of crabs that ate me up inside. I just want to fall asleep, wake up in her arms, and know that I am not the most forbidden man. Likewise, I wish this were a cruel nightmare, and I even pray to have a chance. Likewise, I have my altar with figures of several saints, to whom I ask a lot of counting, and they don't even blink while I cry. I don't know how so much is attributed to an object. I question how there can be a just Creator if he made me with a heart that occasionally insists on standing still; that seems to be my enemy. That must be why I do not deserve to have a love with this striking organ that surely would not support so much emotional load. Although I must

A few days went by, and they were so busy with the wedding preparations, the university, work, and the task of giving each other love in different ways, that they hardly slept. They had to postpone the gym, since their energy was diverted in marital affairs, that is to say to give it like rabbits, like a rag picker, etcetera. Until one morning, the cell phone interrupted them again. This time it was their friend Liz, who greeted them in this way, “Friend, what did you do, lies, I can imagine what tasty things you spend your time doing, friend. So as not to take your time, I call you to invite you to my father's hotel in the Virgin Islands, so that together we can make you stop being virgins.” “My friend, it's a good plan. Wait, I'll check with Angelo.” With one hand, she covers the cell phone to ask her husband, and he answers her what she didn't expect: “No love, I can't, I have some business to attend to, maybe I'll drop by later, although I don't think so, as always I'm like I'm