Semua Bab Forbidden Contract: Married to the Dangerous Mafia Don : Bab 11 - Bab 20

I kept my expression neutral. "That's not unusual, he has legitimate business interests." I defended as usual."What's unusual," Chen continued, "is it that he was meeting with Anton Kruger, who, as you know, handles the financial affairs of several organizations we're investigating.""I wasn't aware of that particular meeting," I said carefully.Chen's eyes narrowed. "Weren't you? Because phone records show Moretti called you from the bank's lobby."I froze , regretting of not deleting calls records that might be tracjed. Leo had explicitly said I was married to him and the public musn’t find out about it, that's why I was here to cover up his shit. How long would I do something as risky as this?"He called to discuss matters concerning his company and his men who were recently brought in for questioning " I said. "He doesn't share his business activities with me.""Doesn't he?" Chen's voice was sharp as a blade. "Then what exactly is the nature of your... arrangement with him? Becau

Leo's PovI was reviewing the shipment ledgers in my office as my head was pounding from back-to-back meetings, when the faint sound of heels echoed down the marble hallway and it was no other than my wife, Alessia. I didn't need to look up to know it was her. I didn’t need to look at all to know something was wrong.The moment she walked in, everything in me snapped to attention. Her movements were way too careful, too fucking deliberate that she didn’t meet my gaze the way she usually did, didn't throw that smart mouth at me either. And when she did glance at me, her hand shot up awkwardly to her neck, like she was trying to hide something.I leaned back in my chair and jaw clenched in displeased. "Alessia," I said slowly. "Come here."She froze, then moved toward me, stiff as a damn soldier and I didn't miss the way the housekeeper, Greta, lingered around her, unusually tender and offering her a plate of food like she was nursing a wounded animal. Alessia barely looked at her and

Leo's Pov I wasn’t stupid because one doesn't build an empire from blood and bullets by ignoring the twitch in your gut when something feels off.And Alessia? She was screaming off these days louder than a snitch in a confession booth.She thought she was slick, flashing that pretty little smile and batting those gorgeous eyes at me like I didn’t see the way her hands shook every time she touched me or I didn’t notice her jumping at every goddamn shadow and hiding things plus locking herself away like I was the monster under her bed.Cute.Real fucking cute."Keep an eye on her," I ordered Marco and Vito after breakfast, low and cold so she wouldn’t hear. "Don’t spook her, just tail her tight. I want to know where she goes next."Marco grunted before nodding. "You think she’s running boss?"I gave a cold and sharp smile while drinking the wine on the table. "I’m thinking she’s already halfway gone."And by noon, I had the answer I didn’t want.Vito’s voice crackled through the burner

Alessia’s POVThe next day was even worse especially at the fact I was supposed to be working but Leo won't say a word about it, I know I messed up but who wouldn't do what I did if they were in my shoes. Nina stood in the hallway with two glasses of champagne, she smiled at me and it was clear to know that it's fake. She arrived here yesterday and was already calling me names, flirting with Leo and acting like an angel again but she held the glass out to me like she came in peace.“I’ve been a total bitch,” she said with a fake little pout. “I’m sorry, it's just so weird to see someone else in the mansion aside from Leo and my mother.”I didn’t respond right away, I just stared at her, wondering if drinking anything from her hand was basically asking for a death wish but I was tired of the glares and the silent treatment I was putting myself through concreting more enemies wasn't an ideal thing to do, So I took the glass which was Stupid despite my subconscious mind was screaming a

(Alessia’s POV) “You act like you don’t want it,” he growled, his voice hoarse and desperate. “You pretend you’re not like the rest, but you’re just another tease in silk.” “I’ll scream,” I warned, heart pounding. “I’ll gut you.” He laughed, dark and broken. “Try.” And then he lunged. I barely had time to move. He caught me mid-turn, shoving me back until I hit the bed. His weight pinned me down, hands grabbing, fumbling. I thrashed, kicked, screamed bloody murder—but the room felt too far away from reality. My skin was on fire from the earlier drug, my body moving slower than my mind. I felt like I was swimming in cement. “Let go of me!” I shrieked. His hands were on my wrists now, forcing them above my head. “You don’t say no to me,” he spat. “Not tonight please.” He leaned down. His breath hit my face, sour and wild, and I swear I felt my soul leave my body. But just as his lips brushed my cheek— BANG. The door didn’t open. It exploded. And there, stand