The Ruthless Mafia’s Contracted Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“What do you think my father wanted to say to me?” I ask this while Igor and I are in bed. I’m nestled against him and he has an arm around my waist and is caressing my side. I haven’t stopped thinking about the encounter with my father and how bizarre and out-of-character it was. Why would he come all the way here to see me to say…nothing?“I have a feeling he wanted to say something but decided against it,” I add, shifting into a more comfortable position on the bed. “I have no idea what it could be, though.”Igor doesn’t comment, not for a long time. Then, he says, “Maybe he wanted to keep convincing you that he’d come for you when the time was right.”“He said something along those lines,” I agree, tracing the smooth lines of his abdomen with my fingertips. “I don’t know.”“Don’t think about it anymore,” he suggests. “That would be better,” I say, looking up and kissing his jawline. “It haunts me. I don’t want to keep obsessing about this anymore.”“You shouldn’t,” he agrees be

I’m informed only later on that we’ll be hosting a dinner of some kind. There’ll be around eight guests; the heads of the Russian families. They had that meeting today and tonight is supposed to be a celebration of some kind. I’m glad that there won’t be a lot of people because I feel incredibly anxious when there are too many people, and this has mostly to do with the numerous bad experiences I had in the beginning of my stay with the Makárovs. Hubert is taking care of everything with the housekeeper and as usual, I’m not expected to lift a finger to help. He even mentions that I’ll do more damage than good and that’s enough to keep me away from the kitchen indefinitely. I don’t want to disturb him in any way. I know how hard he works. Leo left after lunch, but for some reason, it feels like he’s around. That’s how much his behavior today got to me. I don’t believe that he has good intentions and in that case, it makes me wonder what on earth he wants from me. Is this some elabora

It doesn’t take long for Leo to come inside the apartment. I’m just finishing my cup of tea when he walks through the elevator with an energy so negative that it’s almost palpable. His gaze falls on me and his eyebrows immediately knit together. I can’t help myself. “Is there something I can do for you, Leo?”“No, I don’t think there is,” he says as he walks toward me. In his voice, I hear how hard he’s trying not to lose his temper. “What were you doing downstairs?”I hide indignantly at his tone. “I can go downstairs whenever I want. I don’t understand what your problem is.”“What you saw is not what you’re thinking,” he says, nostrils flaring. “I didn’t think anything,” I say steadily. “In fact, I don’t care that you’re still hanging around with her. It’s none of my business.”“This was a one-time thing,” he explains. “She keeps wanting to follow Igor and it’s my job to make her stay away.”I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him. I put a hand up but he interrupts

My head is on fire when I wake up. I have a terrible headache and the spot where Katya hit me is on fire. It’s the first thought that occurs to me when I open my eyes. I didn’t forget anything, thankfully. One look around proves to me that I’m in a hospital room. The monitor beside me is beeping steadily and there’s an IV in my arm. I feel dizzy when I try to sit up so I remain where I am and stare at the ceiling. I can’t believe she did that. I should have guessed that she was too calm. She wouldn’t have let things slide. I should have seen this coming. I press the nurse call button after a while, and it doesn’t take long for one to show up to my room. Her scrubs are a bright color and seem to be brand new. Her hair is brushed back in a tight bun and her smile is easy. “Miss Morelli. I’m glad to see that you’re awake and well. I’m Sheryl. I’ll be assisting you today.”“It’s nice to meet you, Sheryl,” I say, ignoring the raspiness in my voice. “I’m in some pain right now. Is it p

Shockingly, there are only two days left before the wedding. Everyone is agitated and there’s a restless energy in the air, and I’m more nervous and anxious than everyone combined. There isn’t much to do—the whole wedding has been organized and invitations were sent out months ago anyway, so I’m not worried. Anyway, I won’t know more than 99% of the guests. I just tried the wedding dress for the first time and I’m in love with it. It’s not one I chose, as things were organized for me weeks before I even stepped into the picture, but it’s beautiful and I have no complaints. The sleeves are long and made of delicate lace, and the skirt is wide with a long train. Only a few adjustments are needed, but it’s perfectly alright and I felt beautiful in it. The stitches won’t be able to be removed yet, as I tore some of them a few days ago. It wasn’t my fault—Igor and I were in the act when it happened. He tugged at my hair a little too hard and now I’ll have to have them on during our wedd