Semua Bab The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Bab 71 - Bab 80

~ ALINA’S POV~ The realization sent ice flooding through my veins. I had walked right into his trap. “W-what are you talking about?” I stammered, desperation clawing at my voice as I tried to feign innocence. “Oh just drop the tacky act already,” he sighed, rubbing his temple like I was some tedious puzzle. “Act? I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Vince,” I stammered, my fingers searching for the hem of my hoodie. Then, in a flash, his hand shot out, gripping my hoodie before I could pull it down. “I’m not done,” he purred, his smirk widening. His mouth descended toward my breast— No. NO. I twisted, thrashing beneath him, but his grip was iron. “I thought you were brave,” he taunted, his breath hot against my skin. “Didn’t know you were so weak.” My heart was a wild, thrashing thing in my chest, threatening to crack my ribs open. Every breath was fire, every swallow a struggle against the bile rising in my throat. Vince’s fingers traced slow,

~VALENTINO’S POV~ “Omg, Alina!” Giulia rushed beside me, already sobbing. “You silly girl, I told you not to stay.” She wailed. “Stay with me, moglie.” My voice was already shaky, and tears were already threatening to fall. “Wow, such a touching scene.” A voice chuckled mockingly behind me, and my body tensed in fury. “Bastardo!” Giulia screamed, eyes red from tears. “I knew you were up to no good! I knew it.” “It’s okay, Giulia,” I muttered, handing Alina to her and rising slowly. “I’ll handle this myself.” I turned slowly to see the man—tall, broad-shouldered, standing behind me, smirking like the devil as blood poured down the side of his head. “I don’t know who the fuckk you are,” I hissed, rising slowly, “but you are going to pay for ever daring to lay a finger on my wife.” His smirk widened. “She never told you about me?” “Vince,” Giulia whispered from behind, her voice trembling. My eyes snapped to her. “This is him? The motherfucker impersonating my

~ GUILIA’S POV ~I had barely wiped the tears from my eyes when I stepped back into the waiting room… and walked straight into chaos.Bianca.She was already there, clutching Rocco’s shirt collar with those fake-ass acrylic nails like she was auditioning for a drama series.“Where is he?!” she screeched. “Is he okay?! Why won’t anyone talk to me?!”Rocco looked like he was seconds from either losing it or melting into the floor. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark, and veins standing out along his temple. “Bianca—”“Don’t Bianca me! I need to see him! I have to see him! He’s my—”God.I wanted to vomit.Her voice was all cracked and breathy like a bad soap opera actress. She was even letting tears streak down her cheeks.It would’ve been funny… if it didn’t make me want to scratch her face.I leaned against the doorway, arms folded tightly across my chest, my gaze sharp.My eyes locked on her.And I don’t even know what came over me, but the longer I looked at her, the stronger the feelin

~GUILIA’S POV~The morning light streamed faintly through the curtains, soft and golden, filtering into the quiet room like it didn’t know the kind of hell the night had been.I blinked awake, my lashes heavy with sleep, the unfamiliar ceiling above me taking a moment to register.My eyes snapped open.Wait.This wasn’t my room.I bolted upright, a gasp caught in my throat as I scanned the room.Dark walls, neatly folded suits hanging from a wardrobe, a faint scent of aftershave and something woody and expensive.This was Dante’s room.What the hell?Panic flashed through me as I clutched the sheets to my chest and glanced down at my clothes,My clothes were still intact and nothing seemed touched.Thank God.“How did I get here?” I whispered to myself, brushing strands of sleep-mussed hair away from my face.From the far end of the room, I heard a deep voice, groggy but amused.“Relax,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep,“I didn’t do anything.”I turned to his direction, my

~GUILIA’S POV~ “I don’t think there’s anything here.” I groaned as I dropped onto the edge of Vince’s obnoxiously pristine white leather couch for what felt like the hundredth time today. My boots were dusty, my shirt clung to my skin with sweat, and my back ached like hell. We had combed through every inch of Vince’s cursed house like bloodhounds on a trail, drawers, cabinets, under the couch. And still, nothing. “We’ve torn this place apart,” I added, collapsing onto one of the armchairs, stretching my legs out in front of me. Rocco was still pacing the hallway, lifting every photo frame like it held the secrets of the universe. “You can’t say that,” Rocco’s voice echoed from somewhere in the hallway. “He’s not stupid. He’s definitely not going to keep anything important where we can easily find it. Keep looking.” I groaned and pulled myself up again. My joints cracked like an old woman’s. “Do you ever get tired of being the serious one?” “No,” he called ba