All Chapters of Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

GIOVANNI'S POVI stirred on the bed, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as the golden morning light crept into the room. My hand instinctively reached to my side, patting to find the soft form of her body beside me but it was empty. My eyes flew open and I turned, the sheets rustling as I moved. I patted the bed, finding that it was still warm. Which meant it shouldn't have been long since she climbed out of the bed. I let out a quiet chuckle and laid back on the bed, folding my arms behind my head. I couldn't stop thinking about last night, even in my dreams I was being tortured by it. It was more than just sex. It was consuming yet tender and it left me feeling powerless. She'd managed to make me feel things I didn't know I was capable of feeling. My gaze was fixed up at the ceiling with a kind of dazed peace I hadn't felt in years. I turned my head to the side of the bed again, the faint scent of her still lingering on the pillow. My lips curled, "I'm in troubl

The tray of food sat untouched on the bedside table. Eggs, toast, some fresh fruit, and a glass of orange juice. My stomach grumbled at the sight, but I refused to take even a bite. I sat stiffly in the armchair across the room, my hands gripped tightly in my lap. "Please, miss...you need to eat something." One of the maids said gently, inching closer with the plate.I shook my head without a word, my eyes fixed on the door. I hadn't said much since waking up in this strange room.The maids exchanged looks and tried again. "If you don't like this, we can make something else."I shot them a look, narrowing my gaze at them. Why were they so eager for me to eat? My eyes fell on the tray of the food. It looked tempting but I had a churning feeling about it. Suddenly, the doorknob turned. The two maids instinctively straightened as the door opened and two men walked in.The first was tall and slim, with striking red hair that looked almost copper under the light. His skin was pale, an

We stepped into the bedroom and I stopped in my tracks, breath catching in my throat. It was stunning. Soft golden lighting bathed the cream walls, and rich navy curtains framed the wide windows. A grand four poster bed stood at the center, draped in silk sheets with pillows arranged like clouds. But what truly caught my attention were the walls,The artwork was framed with precision, brush strokes in bold lines and deep emotion. On one wall, an abstract piece with red and indigo streaks looked like a storm and a sunrise all at once. I walked in slowly, my eyes dancing from one painting to the next. Then I turned to the far end of the room, and noticed a single wall that had splashes of paint in chaotic yet expressive bursts. "Did someone lose their mind here?" I teased, arching a brow. Giovanni chuckled from behind me, shrugging off his blazer. "I had the room renovated while we were away. When I found out you loved art, I asked them to make the space expressive."I blinked at h

The soft morning light filter through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I stirred slowly, stretching beneath the plush sheets, only to gasp softly as I felt a familiar warmth between my thighs. "Gio..." I whispered, my breath catching. He didn't answer, just looked up at me with dark, smouldering eyes. His hands gripped my hips with a reversing tenderness as he continued. My body arched, and my fingers tangled in his hair, my moans were swallowed by the humming of the air conditioning system. His tongue rolled and curled, stretching and undoing ripples of pleasures all over my body. I could feel the weight of my juices slide between the crack of my butt yet I didn't care. I pushed his head deeper, yearning for more of his heavenly mouth. I arched my back from the bed, my toes curling into themselves as I tried to hold back the scream that was about to escape. "Giovanni! Oh, don't stop," I groaned, feeling myself get closer and closer. "Don't stop!!"The

"What about you?" I asked, shifting the topic to her. "What has been going on in your life?" Michelle paused, her lips parting as though she was about to speak but then her eyes widened, her gaze shifting just past my shoulder. She dropped the tea cup in her hold back on the table, stuttering. "A-Alessia Hart?" I turned, confused and saw her. Alessia stood behind the couch, perfectly composed like a doll that hadn't been ripped out of its box. She had a smile that looked too perfect and it made me cock a brow. "I heard voices," Alessia said, stepping forward. "Didn't know who it was. Mind if I join you?" I opened my mouth, an instinctive no already forming on my tongue. But before I could speak, Michelle was already on her feet. "Of course!" Michelle said, her voice suddenly bright. She even pulled out a chair, motioning toward it like she was seating royalty. I blinked. What the hell? Alessia smiled, thanking her and then turned towards me with an apologetic frown. "I'm sorry