All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alessandra Sang-Yeon called Father half the night and somewhere around three AM, Father finally took his call. He was livid at Sang-Yeon for kidnapping me or Sofia as he initially thought. I'm going to make sure the man dies a painful death if he hurts my sister again, and for kidnapping me? I broke his nose, he cussed a lot but Father looked so proud when he saw the damage I did to the Yakuza mafia prince. I wanted to come home immediately, but I couldn't sneak back into the house without getting killed, and Igor needed a few minutes to orchestrate my entry and Sofia's exit. While he took care of that for me, I took a shower at a nearby hotel, waiting until Igor was ready to sneak me in. When Sofia leaves, I go back to my bedroom. I know Enzo is a light sleeper because he often stirs from the slightest movement and so when I walk into our bedroom, still in my clothes from yesterday,? I have to be extra careful. I tiptoe into the bathroom, shred my clothes off and stick them unde

His grip on my waist suddenly shifts and before I can process the absence, Enzo grabs my legs, flipping me over like I weigh nothing. I now lay on my back, breathless with the sheets stuck to my skin. I blink up at him, taking in how flushed his face is, the way his jaw is clenched and his hair is damp, forehead sweaty and even his chest is covered with sweat. His cock gleams, thick and drenched with my orgasms. Our gazes lock but he doesn't speak, he grabs my thighs and I part them for him, still panting. My eyes roll rob the back of my head when he thrusts into me so hard that my body jerks upward. He's looking at me, he's not that angry anymore–or so I think. His lips crash onto mine, hot, possessive, angry. He kisses me like he wants to bite, and then he does his teeth sink into my lower lip hard enough to bruise and I can't help but moan into his mouth. His body covers mine, and his hips slam forward again, his thrusts go deep and hard and fast, then slow and grinding, rol

Alessandra It’s almost dinner time and Enzo hasn’t come home, I’ve also had time to soak up the tragedy that has become our relationship partially but it still hurts me, still hits me hard. I know it’s my fault, so I’ve tried to make things better knowing all Enzo wants is a confession I'm incapable of giving him. My fingers tremble as I text him for the third time tonight, not necessarily to ask him how his day is going or anything like that, I do it to ask him if he's coming home for dinner because I don't want food to be wasted. He sees my message, reads it, and I stare at the screen for minutes, but he doesn't respond. A lump grows in my throat at that but I swallow it down and go downstairs. “Sasha darling,” Ma Constantia calls out. “I'm making you a good dish today, very good.” “Can I help?” I ask, I've been watching her in the kitchen for a very long time and not once have I tried to cook anything. I just sit there and let her quiz me on Italian cuisine. “Stormi sta aiuta

Alessandra I'm getting tired and bored of reliving the same day over and over, well it's not exactly the same day but every day now, I wake up alone then spend the rest of my day trying to figure out when Enzo will apologize for not talking to me, the answer is never and now? I'm giving him the exact treatment. I woke up with my wedding ring back on my finger, It had been sitting on the nightstand for two whole days but the second I was unconscious Enzo slid it back onto my finger. That upset me, so much so that I needed to retaliate without actually having to talk to him. That had no answers too, and left me even more bored considering I'm still ignoring Father's calls and messages on both my phones. It wasn't until I was staring at myself in the mirror that I realised I wanted to dye my hair a different colour, red or maroon, I just want it different now. It was an impulse decision but I contacted Renata and asked her for a few recommendations because she changes her hair a lot

Alessandra After chickening out yesterday, when I woke up this morning, I decided it was time to face the music, time to take whatever hits are in store for me at home, too. I arrived right after breakfast, an uncalculated move on my end because I don't consider Mother being home. I hear her before I see her, “The prodigal daughter returns.” she says, revealing herself from the huge box placed in the middle of the living room. Her gaze sweeps me up and down with nothing but contempt, as if my presence has easily ruined her day and I'm convinced it has. “Mother,” I greet, keeping my distance from her and the scissors in her hand. “Alessandra,” Sofia squeals, running into the room with a pair of scissors of her own. “Ouu, would you look at that hair?” she gasps, coming to inspect it closer. I don't flinch from her having scissors in the same hand that she touches my hair because I know my sister is plainly harmless. “Rogue.” “Carina, eh?” (Pretty huh?) “Rende ancora più diff