Taming Mr.Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

By the time I arrive at the devil's mansion, it's already late at night, which shouldn't mean that I'm in trouble, right? My heels clicked against the cold marble floors as I pushed the heavy door open, the sound of it echoing through the vast emptiness of the mansion.The air felt heavy, thick with silence, and the usual warmth of the house seemed to have dissipated. No lights flickered, no warmth greeted me at the threshold—only the quiet, consuming darkness just like the devil's soul. Is he home?I unconsciously bit my lower lip and closed the door behind me, the faint creak of the hinges my only company. As my eyes adjusted, I stepped further into the grand entryway, the silence pressing down on me like an invisible weight. My heart fluttered for a moment, a whisper of unease threading through my thoughts.I'm getting a Gothic vibe now, not gonna lie and to my nightmare I'm scared of darkness. Please, God save me. My heart is thudding against my ribcage, echoing my thoughts."Vinc

Vincenzo's POV'A sudden gasp left my wife's lips when I wrapped my arms around her from behind. It took a few seconds for her to adapt to my touch and her body stiffened as soon as she recognized my touch.A proud smirk appeared on my lips. She knows my touch well enough to ignore the changes in her body. That's the thing I love about her. There are many things I love about her and the thing which I love most about her is her defiance.The fire in her eyes which seems to be gone not completely, but she is still being careful enough to not show her defiance in front of me. She is still careful while choosing her battles in front of me.She still hasn't moved not even an inch, which made me smirk. I tightened my grip around her and, leaning down, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, which made her shiver. -I like it."What do you think you are doing, mi amore?"I whispered against her neck and felt her release a sigh. Maybe this was turning her on. I love to pull these reactions o

Elena's POV'I was sitting by the pool side while my feets were under the cool water. I was feeling relaxed and calmer. It feels like today's day was less tough than yesterday. I almost laughed at the choice of my words. Do I really think that my life will be normal as it used to be, even if not perfect, but I was still on my own?Making food, buying groceries, clothes, taking care of my mother. I was independent, doing my dream job until the devil thought to come and destroy everything he could. Now my days are filled with no work but a spoiled princess in a castle. I could only nag about it.I miss Eva so badly. The last time I talked with her was the day she helped me escape Vincenzo. I was dying to ask her if she was okay? Because the risk she took for me by helping me meant her relationship with her husband. I even miss Arianna and now that I can't talk to them. I'm feeling a bit lonely.I can't even contact Kai given to Vincenzo's anger, because he thinks I'm seeing Kai behind hi

A yawn left my mouth, but I refused to sleep as I kept staring at his peaceful sleeping face. A conclusion popped up in my mind. So he does sleeps with me. The only difference was he left bed before I woke up.Which is somehow disappointing even if I deny it all the time, but guess what? I can't run from reality, can I? I have already witnessed what happened when I actually tried to run.I didn't sleep since he left me breathless and gave me the best orgasm ever. I never knew that it could bring me this beautiful pleasure. My cheeks flame with shyness. What am I even thinking? But I can't help but think about it because I don't even remember my past or someone who has touched me this way?Is there anyone who has touched me this way? If I force my mind to think about my past where I have lost my memory, then it will only hurt my mind. Which I can't afford. My psychiatrist advised me to never force my brain to remember the things I desperately wanted.But the loss of my memory is making

Elena's POV'The gown I wore this evening did not shimmer, nor did it boast the ostentation of embroidery or gemstones. It needed no such embellishments. It was elegance distilled—a quiet kind of power. The fabric, a deep, velvety midnight blue, clung to my form with the grace of twilight, wrapping around me, smooth and assured.The neckline swept just below my collarbone, revealing the delicate strength of my shoulders, while the sleeves, long and tapered, ended in a gentle point at the wrists—as though time itself had traced my outline with reverence. The bodice was cut to accentuate without demanding attention, sculpted in a way that whispered confidence rather than cried for it.The skirt flowed—neither too voluminous nor too tight—falling in fluid lines to the floor, where it gathered slightly like a sigh at my heels. With every step, the fabric moved with me, as if it too was under my spell. No ornamentation distracted from the pure, solid hue of the gown. Its beauty was in its