Semua Bab The Mafia King's Temporary Wife : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Three Days LaterMy phone starts ringing on the nightstand, but I ignore it and put a pillow over my head. The ringing stops, only to start again a minute later. I groan, reach for the phone, and answer without looking to see who it is.“Did I wake you up, dear?”I sit up in bed, wide awake now. “Katya?”“I need to talk to you. Can I come over?”“Sure, I’ll send you the address.”“I’ll be there in an hour.”“Katya, what’s wrong? Is... is he okay?”“Yes. For now, at least. We’ll talk when I get there.”A bad feeling grows in my chest as I look at my phone. I know something’s wrong. I rush to the bathroom to shower and get changed. I’m picking up the brushes and crumpled sketches scattered around my living room when I hear the doorbell.“What has he done now?” I ask as soon as Katya walks in.“I like the hair, kukolka. Green looks good on you.” She kisses me and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Let’s sit down.”I lead her into the kitchen, pour two cups of coffee I made earlier,

ADRIAN'S POV He doesn't say anything for a little while, just staring at me with his fingers holding the back of my head."Marry me," he says, "and I will stop the war."Nila’s eyes get wide when she hears me. She’s probably wondering if I’m serious, and I am. I will do whatever it takes to bring her back."You’re forcing me to marry you. Again."It's not really a question, but I answer anyway. "Yes, I am."Her eyes keep looking into mine. They’re red and full of tears. She probably doesn’t even notice she’s still crying. I want to wipe the tears away, and I tell myself that this will be the last time she cries because of me.I need her to say yes. I can't stand the thought of spending another night without her next to me. She took my heart when she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I can’t love anyone else."Jesus, Adrian," she sighs and puts her hands over her eyes.I look at her hands, which have black paint on them. Hope starts to grow in my chest. "You didn’t take the r

Our lips are almost touching. “You made me a monster, Nila, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. You just have to ask.”My hands stop shaking, and my breathing slows down. Slowly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until our lips finally meet.“Please don’t burn anything today, baby,” I whisper into his lips.I feel his smile and see the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I’ll think about it,” he whispers, kissing me.There’s a weight on my chest. Adrian is still holding himself up on his elbows, but his front is pressed against mine. For a moment, I panic, but then my brain focuses on his lips, and I relax. God, he’s an amazing kisser.“More, baby,” I mumble, and he puts more of his weight on me.“Is this good?”Not just good. Perfect. And now the hardest part. “Hand on my neck, Adrian.”“Nila.”“Please.”His right hand slowly moves over my chest, then higher, until it’s on my neck. I hold my breath. My hands stay still on his shoulders, and I close my eyes.“It’s just m

MIKHAIL I’m still thinking about it when the solo violin begins, and I focus back on the stage. I don’t know much about music, but I’ve seen her enough times to know when it’s her turn.When she steps out, dancing gracefully across the stage in a light skirt, I feel my breath stop. She’s beautiful. Her blonde hair is tied in a tight bun, but instead of making her look harsh, it makes her look even more delicate. She seems like a fragile bird, so graceful... and so young. I lean against the wall behind me, shaking my head. If I don’t stop this obsession, I’ll lose my mind.After her part is done, I leave, but I don’t go straight to the exit. I take a detour to the big table near the backstage door where flowers are left for the dancers. It’s strange, but it works for me. As usual, I leave a single rose and head for the door.***When Adrian Di Salis, the leader of the Bratva, enters the room, everyone stands up and stays standing until he sits at the head of the table. He puts his can

MIA What people think doesn’t concern me. I’m not going to let the man who’s used me as a pawn pretend to be a loving father. I won’t walk in with my face hidden, like some frightened victim. A hotel employee opens the door as the music begins to play. I grab the veil, pull it off my head, and let it fall to the floor. Katherine gasps, but I ignore her, take a deep breath, and step into the reception hall. MIKHAIL The woman I’ve been thinking about for months steps into the room, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. I knew she would be beautiful, but seeing her in person... I was wrong. She isn’t just beautiful; she’s mesmerizing. She wears a flowing white dress that trails behind her, and soft blonde curls cascade over her shoulders. I’ve never seen hair so long. She looks like a princess from a fairytale. I wonder what kind of villain I’d be in that story. She walks down the aisle with purpose, her gaze locked onto mine. She doesn’t look scared at the sight of my sc