All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ GIULIA’S POV ~“What?” I blinked hard, still trying to catch up. “He’s a mafia prince? A Russian mafia prince?”Dante nodded once, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark like a storm gathering at sea.“Yes. Prince Vince Ruger, Son of Don Nikolai Ruger. These people aren’t just dangerous… they’re monstrous.”The silence that followed felt too loud, like the world had paused to listen.Dante leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded tightly across his chest, jaw clenched tight.“Before Padrino died, he sent me to Russia to pick up where Vince left off after his failed mission. But those people… they don’t operate like us. They’re secretive and methodical, ruthless in ways we don’t even have words for. I couldn’t get anything useful and had to return before I got myself killed.”My heart pounded harder.“But what about Vince—Vince Ruger? How the hell didn’t you recognize him?”“Because no one ever has,” Dante’s voice turned lower, more gravel than sound. “He’s a ghost. His nam

~GUILIA’S POV~ The silence in my room was suffocating. Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that lets you rest your mind and body after a long day. No. This one had weight to it. The kind that wraps around your chest and doesn’t let go. I sat by the edge of the bed, still wearing the same clothes I’d worn to the café earlier. The same jeans, the black shirt that now smelled faintly of gunpowder and espresso. The chaos of the day replayed in my head like a movie I didn’t want to watch. The sound of glass shattering, the screams, the stench of smoke bombs, Vince’s voice and that frightening coldness in his eyes. I’d never been that scared in my life. And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was knowing that fear hadn’t left me. It was just sitting quietly under my skin, waiting for an excuse to rise again. I needed air. I stood, my muscles sore, my heart still beating like it didn’t know we were out of danger. I walked barefoot out onto the balcony

~ GIULIA’S POV ~Dante’s fingers didn’t tease, they claimed.“Fuckk, you’re dripping,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear as his hand slid between my thighs.His fingers brushed through my soaked folds, gathering my arousal before pushing two thick digits inside me without warning.“Fuckk!” I gasped, my nails scraping against the stone railing as he filled me, his fingers curling just right, hitting that spot that made my knees tremble.“So fuckiing tight,” he growled against my ear, his chest pressed against my back.“You been thinking about this? About me fuckiing you like this?”Yes. Always.But he didn’t need me to say it—my body answered for me.My hips rocked back against his hand, my pu*sy clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out, slow and deep, then fast and rough.I gasped, my fingers scrambling against the railing as he worked me in rough, tight circles.“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark, approving. “Let me feel how fuckiing wet you are for me

~ALINA’S POV~ My son? I blinked, my heart hammering so loud I could barely hear anything else. My mouth went dry. My fingers curled into trembling fists at my sides as a thousand thoughts collided in my head. No. No, she didn’t just say that. I took a shaky step forward, my legs moving without permission. “What did you just say?” I asked, voice low, hoarse, trembling. She turned slowly at the sound of my voice. And for a moment, we just stared at each other. She looked… vaguely familiar. Not quite, but her eyes. They reminded me so much of Val’s it sent another jolt through my chest. She was beautiful, maybe in her forties or fifties. Her dark hair was tied back, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She studied me for a beat that felt like forever. Then she smiled softly. “You must be Alina.” I nodded, still staring, still trying to wrap my head around what I’d just heard. “Yes. I’m Alina… his wife.” She nodded. “I know.” I frowned. “Who are yo

~ALINA’S POV~[One Week Later]The first thing I noticed when we pulled into the Romano estate wasn’t the golden gate or the guards saluting from both sides.It was the breeze.The warmth of it, the scent of orange blossoms, and the sound of familiar birds chirping high up in the courtyard trees like they’d missed me.I had missed this place.I’d missed everything.But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the feeling of Valentino’s fingers interlacing with mine as we stepped out of the car together.He was walking. Slowly, yes, but he was walking.Standing, breathing, and laughing again.And I was never going to take that for granted again.“Welcome back, boss,” Dante said as he got out of the driver’s seat, his voice low but filled with that unmistakable pride only a second-in-command could have.Rocco smirked beside him. “Place hasn’t been the same without your scary ass growling at us from your balcony every morning.”Valentino chuckled, that soft, husky laugh I had missed so m