Semua Bab The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Bab 111 - Bab 120

~VALENTINO’S POV~The cold water of the pool lapped at our skin, a jarring difference to the fire burning between us, but I barely registered it not when her mouth was so soft, so warm against mine. A low groan rumbled in my chest as she parted her lips, letting me deepen the kiss, our tongues sliding together in a slow, intoxicating dance. The sound of our ragged breaths mingled with the quiet splash of water around us, the slick, wet noise of our mouths moving in sync sending sparks down my spine. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me growl, and I felt her smile against my lips before she nipped at my lower lip, teasing. “Mmm… impatient already?” I murmured, my voice rough, my hands slides up her back, tracing the dip of her waist before sliding back down and settling on the curve of her ass. She gasped when I squeezed, her hips jerking against mine, and I took advantage, capturing her mouth again, swallowing her little moans as if they were the only

~GUILIA’S POV~ The first thing I felt was the pounding of my heart. I stood there frozen, both hands clamped over my mouth, unable to move, unable to think, unable to breathe. Dante was kneeling. On one knee. In front of me. His dark hair glinted under the soft garden lights strung around the courtyard, the warm glow catching on the stubble along his jaw, on the small smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at me. He looked… happy. I had never seen him look like this, eyes warm, so open, so gentle, the tough, intimidating Dante reduced to a man in love, trembling, clutching a small velvet box in one hand. Behind me, the glowing lights strung along the trellises spelled out in soft gold letters: WILL YOU MARRY ME? My legs felt weak. I swayed, blinking as tears burned the corners of my eyes, and I pressed my hands harder against my mouth, trying to stop the sob that threatened to break free. Was this real? Dante, like Dante, the nonchalant man who swore h

~GUILIA’S POV~Later in the evening, after the celebration, the castle had eventually quieted down and everyone was back to their respective lives, leaving just Dante and me sitting on a wooden bench tucked beneath the pergola wrapped in night-blooming jasmine, its scent sweet and heavy in the cool air.The garden was quiet.The moon was high, spilling silver across the stone paths and dancing in the fountain at the center of the courtyard. Crickets sang softly somewhere in the hedges, a gentle, grounding hum that blended with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.His arm was around me, and my head rested on his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear anchoring me in the stillness of the moment.His other hand moved gently, stroking my hair, tucking loose strands behind my ear, trailing down to brush along the curve of my jaw before lifting again to play with my hair.I let out a small sigh, content, as the ring on my finger caught the moonlight, the sapphire shimmeri

~ALINA’S POV~ The morning of the wedding felt unreal. We were in the penthouse suite of the Hotel Principe di Savoia, the entire five-star hotel shut down just for us. Valentino had booked every floor, every room, every hallway, turning it into a fortress of luxury for our wedding. Outside, Milan was buzzing, but in here, everything felt soft, quiet, sacred. The suite smelled like vanilla and fresh jasmine, the windows thrown open to let in the crisp October breeze. Light spilled in, illuminating the chaos around us: makeup artists, hair stylists, photographers with massive cameras, racks of designer gowns lined up along the walls. Not just any gowns. Elie Saab. Zuhair Murad. Dior. Versace. They had flown in entire teams to style me and Giulia. Valentino hadn’t spared a single euro. Giulia sat across from me in her silk robe, her hair pinned in soft curls, a makeup artist gently brushing highlighter along her cheekbones while another worked on her nails. She look

~VALENTINO’S POV~The courtyard of Palazzo dell’Amore fell into a hush so heavy it felt like the air itself thickened.Vince stepped forward, his polished shoes crunching lightly on the scattered white rose petals. His dark eyes flickered over the crowd, amusement dancing in them, as if he was enjoying the discomfort spreading like a stain through my guests.Don Nikolai stood just behind him, silent, unreadable, his icy gaze sweeping the scene. Natasha was there too, standing a step behind Nikolai, her red dress like blood against the pale marble, arms crossed, dark hair spilling over her shoulder, eyes sharp as blades.They said nothing, but their presence pressed down on the courtyard like a warning.Vince took another step toward me, adjusting the cuff of his suit, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.“Nice party, brother,” he drawled, voice dripping with amusement.I didn’t move, didn’t blink, my jaw tightening. Alina shifted beside me, her hand slipping into mine, her gri