All Chapters of the mafia's little bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The soft light of dawn seeped through the heavy curtains in Dominic’s room. He groaned, pressing a hand to his temple as a dull ache throbbed in his head. His memories of the previous night were fragmented, like shards of glass scattered in his mind. He remembered drinking too much, seeing Bella dancing, and... kissing her. Dominic sat up abruptly, his heart racing. His lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to piece it all together. “What the hell was I thinking?” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Determined to regain his composure, he dressed and headed to the dining room. The faint sound of upbeat music reached his ears as he approached, and his brow furrowed in confusion. As he stepped into the dining room, the sight before him left him speechless. Bella, clad in a simple sundress, was spinning around with a mop in hand, her earbuds in place. She moved with carefree abandon, completely immersed in her own world. Dominic leaned agai

Bella did not move for a long time after Dominic left.The door had barely stopped echoing when she slid down onto the bed, her legs giving way beneath her. Her pulse still raced, loud in her ears, her chest tight with too many emotions tangled together both fear, anger and something dangerously close to hurt.She pressed her palms against the mattress, grounding herself.She had not imagined the look in his eyes.It wasn’t just rage but panic.Bella slowly stood, smoothing her clothes with trembling fingers. Whatever Dominic was hiding, it wasn’t small. And whatever happened, it was powerful enough to shake a man who ruled through fear.She left his room quietly and returned to hers, locking the door behind her. That night, sleep refused to come. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face hovering inches from hers, heard his voice asking why she kept pushing him.Because you won’t let me breathe, she thought.---Dominic didn’t sleep either.He stood in his study long after mid

Morning sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, brushing against Bella’s face. She stirred slightly, her eyes opening to the quiet hum of the mansion. For a moment, she forgot the strange fear from last night Dominic bursting into her room, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.Then it came back.The way his voice trembled. The way his eyes looked… haunted.Bella sat up, hugging her knees. “What happened?” she murmured to herself.She didn’t ask him that night because he had refused to say a word. He simply sat beside her until she fell asleep, then left before dawn.Now, hours later, she was alone again.---By noon, Bella had finished most of her chores. Dominic had gone to his office earlier but returned unexpectedly before lunch. The air around him was tense; even the staff avoided his gaze.Bella noticed. She always did.He sat at the dining table, flipping through some papers while drinking black coffee. Bella hesitated by the doorway before walking in.“Do