All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Olivia A month had passed since Cici had said not to push leonardo about telling me where Cassie was but in that month, things hadn't gotten any easier in terms of communication instead they had become worse if I counted the times Leonardo was in the house. The funny thing about this whole scenario was that, people always said that as a mother you would know if your baby was in danger, now I might not have been a role model of a mother yet everytime I thought about Cassie I didn't get a heavy feeling, just peace and somehow that made me think that my baby was not in danger at all. Or maybe I was losing it. To clear my head , after a light supper alone again, I took a walk around the estate grounds. The sun was ready to set and from a distance the mansion was almost covered in shadows, except for the bright lights that were turning on one at a time. I stood at a distance under the canopy of the trees that stood at the edge of the garden and looked at the massive mandion. Ever

Olivia A half an hour passed and Leo's mother was nowhere to be seen. I ordered entrées and a glass of red wine just to have something in front of me. I kept on scanning the restaurant and my phone hoping that she had left something for me but nothing. There was no text, no missed call. As the minutes ticked by, it became clear that she was not coming. A wave of disappointment washed over me, leaving me feeling deflated. I had been counting on this meeting, hoping to get some answers about Leonardo and maybe, just maybe, find a way to move forward. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I swallowed hard. Not only that, I wanted to cry but not here, not now. I tried to shake off the feeling by taking a deep breath and a long sip from my drink...when I felt a presence beside me. I looked up, and there he was – Leonardo, standing beside the table next to me, his eyes boring into mine. My heart sank, but I tried to keep it together. “Leonardo," I said, my voice neutral. He smiled, t

Leonardo As I opened the front door to the east wing. Light spilled into the hall like an invitation I hadn’t asked for, maybe one of the maids had accidentally left them on. These are not things I shouldn't even be noticing. I should have kept walking. Out of this side of the building and into my study. Or better yet, back to my wife who by now must be snoring gently from the effects of alcohol. Instead, like a fool, I walked towards to the staircase and followed a slightly fading jasmine scent. Melanie was not in her bedroom. A perfect excuse for me to leave, but with my heart pounding I went in search of her and found her in the small library that served as a study. She was on the chaise by the window. laying down, A book face-down on her chest and my jacket thrown over her knees like she’d just grabbed whatever was warm. What surprised me was not that she had my jacket but the fact that I had forgotten it the last time I was here. That meant I was getting slop

Melanie We both watched the now-empty doorway where his wife had stood not so long ago. The door was wide open, of course it was. Why would it be closed? Privacy was for people who got to leave the house. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Leo’s jacket still clung to my chest, and it smelled like him. Like last night. Like a mistake. Leo was awake now. Sitting up. Hand dragging through his hair, eyes on the door as if he stared hard enough he could undo the last 30 seconds of his life. We’d never said her name in this room. That was the rule. I knew he was married. Married, not separated, not “it’s complicated.” It was the reason I went to Paris.And after I came to the mansion, and he didn’t even deny it. He just looked at me with those stupid, wrecked eyes and I thought, Well, at least he’s honest about who he was. Even after being imprisoned and told to stay in this wing, I got accustomed to my new life and stayed. Because he looked at me like I was a person, not a problem. Be

Leonardo She left. Melanie, not Olivia. Olivia had left first. Quieter. Melanie left with book throwing and stomping of feet, and I could hear her door slam all the way from the old library. I deserved that, but that was the whole point of her. To serve a purpose and she had served it well. The walk to Olivia’s room had been long, and although no one saw what happened, I felt that the walls of the mansion had eyes that followed me everywhere simply to judge me. In a perfect world there was no point in running after either of them, but Olivia had earned her time in the sun, and that explained why I was standing outside her door like a lost puppy. Melanie was probably in her room with the door locked and, well...throwing things around. The entire house had known about Melanie. Everyone but Olivia. Until now. I stood outside her door and waited for her to open it. Then after a few words, the lock clicked. It was not a turn but a decision. And she made a good one.