Semua Bab I Accidentally Married a Mafia Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Enoch walked Izora across the great hall of the mansion, his footfall softly echoing on the marble tiles; the late evening's thick quiet drowned them. From the salon, the aroma of lavender still lingered weakly, mixing with the fresh, crisp linen of the big coat he had put over her shoulders earlier. It was far too large—swallowing her slender frame—but in a manner that startled her, it was warm and reassuring. Enoch silently as always grabbed for the handle when they halted at her bedroom door. But Izora pivoted, her fingers curling on the coat's lapels just before he could go. She muttered, "Wait." He stopped, peering across his shoulder. She eased the coat off her shoulders with a little, nearly shy motion. She folded it carefully and held it out to him, the smooth cloth murmuring on her skin. "You might need this back," she advised. Enoch grinned, a slow curving mouth that hardly showed teeth. He nodded, grabbed the coat, brushed a little lint off the sleeve, then turne

The east wing's silk curtains let the morning sun bleed softly, creating lovely patterns across the marble floor. Izora stood at her bedroom window, the cold polished floor touching her bare feet. The mansion was silent, far too quiet, the kind of quietness that made her skin tingle. With her fingers around the cool porcelain handle of her teacup, the pungent herbal smell filled her nose. It didn’t comfort her. Nothing has happened these days. Pulling the sky-blue garment over her head, she moved carefully. The fabric was thin, nearly painful to the touch, like the memory of someone brushing by you without apologies. She moved and it softly adhered to her skin and murmured about her legs. Though none of that existed here, the colour brought her images of calm waves and open sky. There was no horizon at this spot. Her hair hung free down her back, black waves like shadows, and she slid her feet into soft white flats. Not even a piece of jewelry. Not loud. Just her and the silent ec

Long shadows from the sun sank below the horizon across the estate grounds. Izora stood before the full-length mirror in her room, fingers quivering slightly as she changed the fabric of her outfit. They had most definitely delivered as the maid had promised to make her look her best tonight. The light pink mermaid gown embraced her curves, the silky silk glistening under the low light. At the rear, just below her shoulders, a big, delicate bow tie caught the light like a mirror reflecting her fragile condition. It was way too large for someone like her, lovely and costly. She put her hair up in a soft bun with curls pinned just above her neck. The rest of her hair fell in soft waves. She felt out of place in her skin because of the difference between how beautiful the dress was and how scared she was. It felt like she was being dressed for a place she didn't belong. Not for a party. Not for this life. The door squeaked open, and Enoch walked in. As he looked around the room, his s

Soft golden light danced over the magnificent chandelier above the ballroom like a star rain. Slowness, orchestral, laden with nostalgia, music floated around. Laughing resounded far away, layered over the quiet hum of talk and the clinking of crystal glasses.Izora was standing next to Kaiser, her hand lightly resting on her hip curve. Her black velvet gown embraced her shape, the off-shoulder design exposing exquisite collarbones and silky honey-toned skin. Her dark, silky hair had been pushed back just enough to highlight the sparkle of earrings—tiny, obsidian stones catching the light when she turned. Beside her, Kaiser was tall in a fitted midnight suit with neat lines sharp enough to cut glass. People turned to see him even though he said nothing. Particularly at that time. Every time he turned, the smooth fabric of his jacket stroked her arm. She had terrible awareness of it. Her voice was low enough not to carry, "I never realized you were from a royal family," she whispered

Not loud. Not angry. But something in the way he said it made her stomach twist.Izora looked up at him, guilt painting her features. “I just didn’t want people to think she still had a place beside you. I thought... you wanted them to believe we were real.”His arms tightened slightly around her.And for a long moment, he didn’t answer.Then, finally, he whispered, “You did what a wife would do.”Her breath caught.It wasn’t praise.It wasn’t punishment either.It was something else entirely.Something dangerously close to approval.Half-expecting, half-hoping, Izora was still waiting for Kaiser to drop her now they were alone. Her fingers hung uneasily close to his chest, unsure whether she should continue to cling on or wriggle to the floor. Rather than releasing her, though, he changed his grip slightly one arm under her legs, the other around her rear, and began to walk once more.Her eyes widened. “What… what are you doing?”“You look tired,” he replied smoothly, his tone unread