All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lila. The front door slammed behind Luca as he entered, his face a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I could tell he was running on fumes, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair disheveled, but the fury bubbling up inside of me didn’t care about any of that. I was furious, seething in a way I couldn’t remember feeling before. I was so furious I just wanted jump on him, the past twenty four hours had been crazy. I couldn't even go to the hospital in peace, the paparazzi was literally everywhere. I had been stewing in silence, trying to hold it together for the past few hours, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come. The images of Luca and Vanessa had been plastered all over the tabloids, and my phone had been blowing up with messages, each one worse than the last. I couldn’t even look at it anymore. My hands were shaking as I held the glass of wine in front of me, but I didn’t dare take a sip if I drank, I’d fall apart. And right now, I needed to be strong. Luca walked into the

Lila. Everything was now coming back to me as we made our way back to the car. I was officially Mrs Hall. "How are you feeling?" Luca asked as he opened the car door for me. "Married!!" I said smiling as I looked at my wedding ring, I quickly looked at the time and it was still early. "Maybe we should make an appearance at the gala after all, we can come out there publicly that we are now married." i suggested looking at him. He looked at his watch, and was about to say something when my phone started ringing. "It's the hospital, I have to take this." I said answering the phone. He just nodded and immediately turned down the music. I couldn't believe the weight of the words that had just echoed through my phone. My mother was gone. My knees felt weak, the world around me spinning for a moment as I gripped the edge of the car door. Everything had been perfect, Luca and I had just left the courthouse, newly married, full of excitement and joy to rub it in Vanessa's face. Our fut

Richard.I had found out about Lila barely two weeks ago. I was still processing the information myself that she was my daughter.But now Christine was gone and I knew she had left that letter for Lila where she confessed everything and told her I was her biological dad. I had already missed so much of her life already and I had every intention of catching up on lost time, but I also knew it was not going to be easy. I spot her sitting on one of the chairs outside the lawyer's office. The lawyer had been kind enough to inform me when he called her in. She needed someone to talk to, to just support her. “Lila,” I whisper her name, the word feeling foreign on my tongue, like it’s been waiting to be spoken for years. My throat is tight, my emotions spilling out of me faster than I can contain them. “Lila, I… I didn’t know.”it comes out almost as a whisper. She looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly, as though she is trying to gauge whether I’m saying what she thinks I’m saying. There

Lila.The room feels colder than usual. I can barely breathe, the weight of this house pressing down on me as I stand in the hallway, staring at the door that separates me from him. Luca. I haven't seen him for hours. Not that I’m counting, but... I am. He should be here by now. It’s been days, and he hasn’t so much as knocked on the door to check on me. For the past few days, I used to watch him, his car pull up and I would sit on my bed, waiting, expecting that knock on my door but he never did. And I could tell he was avoiding me on purpose. Before the funeral I used to see him every day and everywhere, but now it was like he was suddenly busy and always out of the office. At first, I thought it was fine. I threw myself into the numbness of my routine, the quiet. The house felt... empty, but in a way, it was a relief. A constant reminder of the deal we had made. I would remain his wife after all, that was what we agreed on but there was no more pretense of love, of anything mor

ContinuationLilaOnce in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.Luca moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.“Look at me,” he said.I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.“You are dripping, Lila.”He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread