บททั้งหมดของ His Docile Mafia Princess : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Alessandra There's something in the air tonight, something bitting and cold like the empty space where my heart should be. I went from carving a masterpiece for my collection to rushing to a family dinner. I'm late, but nobody notices me most of the time, I'm practically invisible wherever I am. I'm the darkness that shadows your nightmare while my sister Sofia on the other hand is the opposite. She's summer wrapped in a thousand rainbows which makes sense to me that she gets all the good stuff, i.e. our parent's soft nurturing while I get tossed to the side where no one is looking. But father notices me, he always does and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing yet but the blemishes on my soul tell me different. I swallow the bitter test of memories and daddy issues as I walk downstairs to my father's office, where hushed noises emit. We are having dinner with the Valenti family, our last dinner together before their son marries my sister. Uninterested in the negoti

Alessandra Father is gone, as promised, he is meeting with Enzo Valenti but he has been gone way too long for my liking. It's two days since Enzo Valenti was in our home and Father let the first day go by hoping his anger would subside but I doubt it, Enzo Valenti looks like he is always pissed. Luna has been subjected to checkups with the family doctor to prove her fertility is viable and virginity intact. Mother heard me telling Luna it's hypocritical considering Sofia could be pregnant and that upset her. She subjected me to a few tests too, and the anger on her face when the doctor told her I tested negative for drugs and my hymen was intact could burn a hole through me. “Sasha bear, I don't want to marry that man.” “Why not? You think he's handsome.“ “Are you kidding me? He would eat me alive, Sasha.” she nearly yells, and I swear she trembles each time she mentions him but I'm not one to judge, he gives me the creeps. I ignore her, flipping the gossip magazines she bro

Enzo I'm a married Man, Alessandra Romano stood in front of the alter beside me and vowed to be my wife. My least favorite part is that she vowed til death do us part, it's cute that she thinks she can escape me by dying. If I'm the one to go first, I will haunt her until she joins me but if she goes first I will follow right behind her because nothing can save her now. There was a time this morning when I assumed she wasn't coming, she was over twenty minutes late for our ceremony, and I was ready to shoot down the entire Romano lineage then tie Alessandra up and force her to marry me. There's no two ways about it, I wanted Alessandra and now I've got her, she's all mine and she's never escaping me. Most of our guests are shocked to see Don Romano has twin daughters or that they've never met Alessandra. He paraded Sofia and kept Alessandra well hidden but not enough because I saw her, and now I've stolen her away. My family never did like Sofia and so they are over the moon w

We both stare, for what feels like eternity until Enzo breaks the silence. “Nobody would believe I touched you if you left the room looking so...” he trails off. “Pure, and unmarked atleast not my cousin.” Oh. “Okay.” I nod, mentally kicking myself for getting wet over a strategy. Still, it reminds me to stay clear of his touch, I can't afford to lose myself again over something that stupid. “You take the bed, I'll sleep over there.” Good, fine by me. I was definitely not looking forward to sleeping next to him or with him so this is perfect. I have trouble sleeping at night but as soon as I get into the bed, I close my eyes and play dead—I mean sleep. Enzo works on his phone the entire time, and I keep stealing glances at him. I've never seen seem his shirtless, but my sister would fawn over how great he looked in a swimsuit when she was still obsessed with him. I've only ever seen Enzo in suits, it's all he wears and now he's shirtless in the same room as me? Ugh, how will I

“You believed me, that your funeral.” he snorts, reclining in the seat. Alessandra laughs, it's low and muffled but I can tell you right now it's top five of my favourite sounds. She stops herself before I can memorize her laugh and the idiot in our car jots up, I can't see him but I know he's smiling big. “Oh, my God. Did I just make our wife laugh?” “She's not your wife," I grumble, my hand gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Get back in your damn seat before I throw you out the window and one of the guards can pick you up.” “Why can't I speak freely, cousin?” he feigns emotion, lowering his voice but we both know he feels nothing. He merely mimics the emotions of those around him, which is why he's my best friend and right hand. “You hear that, Alessandra. Your husband treats me so badly, please adopt me as your cousin from now on.” “A-Adopt you?” Alessandra stutters, finally veering to the backseat. “I thought you came as my unspoken plus one when I got married to Enzo