Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia' s Bride: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 46

Yasmine stayed in her room for the rest of the day, and when it was time for dinner, she told Valentina to bring the food to her room. She felt so angry with herself and betrayed and wondered how she was going to escape his clutches. His confrontation solidified Gianna's accusations, and she wouldn't lie to herself anymore.**********She had fallen asleep after a while due to her dark thoughts and woke up to a dark figure disrobing in the room. After several blinks, she realized it was Luca. He savagely ripped at his clothes as if they had offended him. He yanked his shirt off before flinging it across the room, his fingers fumbled at his buckle, metal clanging not in hesitation but due to the sheer force he was applying to it. After undressing, he was completely naked and stalked towards the bed angrily. She gasped, her brain finally woke up, and she realized why he was there and should have made her escape while he was disrobing. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his hand around h

Chapter Fourty- Three He slumped against her, his weight pressing the air from her lungs. His lips brushed her neck—soft at first, almost reverent—before turning hungry, kissing and sucking along her skin. She felt him harden again and could hardly believe he was ready to go a second time.Gathering her into his arms, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, but she pushed him away, trying to steady her racing heart.“Stop, Luca.” Her hands braced against his shoulders, forcing distance between them.Like a switch had been flipped, the lust vanished from his face, replaced by something cold. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. This was not the charming Italian man she had been drawn to. “That’s right,” he said, his voice turning sharp. “We do have unfinished business.” He pulled away from her, leaving warmth in his wake, then lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bathroom.Without a word,

Chapter Forty-fiveAfter finishing her work on the painting, Yasmine cleaned her hands and left the studio.She headed straight for Luca’s office.Her steps slowed as she reached the door.She knocked.“Come in.”Yasmine pushed the door open.Luca was seated on the head sofa.And beside him—A stranger.Dark hair. Sharp eyes. Watching her like he was already trying to figure her out.She stepped inside, closing the door behind her.The man didn’t look away.Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze.Luca stood and walked toward her.His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive.“Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.”A pause.“Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.”Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand.Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant.“Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.”“My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.Yasmine’s fingers stiffened before she pulled her hand back.“I’m not a Donna,” she said.Her tone wasn’t loud.B