Semua Bab Mafia's Contract Wife: A Crazy Chemistry: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Vincenzo’s POV Last night, I sat alone in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. Around me, were dancers, liars, whispers in silk and cologne. A hundred people and yet not a single soul I trusted. As the lights were dim, the waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. And still, all I could think about was her. That girl from the parking lot. “Are you blind?” she’d spat at me — bold, unfiltered, and utterly unaware of who I was. The nerve. The sheer disrespect. No one talks to Vincenzo Bruno like that, not even God dares raise his voice at me. And yet... something about her haunted me. That fire, that fearlessness. The way her voice cracked with emotion but not weakness. I find all of these… fascinating. However, my thoughts fogged as my grip on the glass faltered. Suddenly, the room tilted, and I knew something was wrong. My fingers tingled, my vision blurred at the edges and my body grew heavy. “Sir? Are you alrigh

Vincenzo's POV I sat behind my desk, fists clenched, jaw ticking with fury for the third time in ten minutes, my knuckles slammed against the hardwood. We’d been trying to wipe the video off the internet for hours... but no luck. Every second it stayed up, my empire bled… dignity, dominance and dollars. I didn’t care how many reposted it. I just wanted the source. The original coward who thought they could humiliate me and walk away. But they wouldn’t walk far, not with their knees shattered by me. "Argh!!" I slammed my fist on the desk again, eyes burning. Then, Jackson appeared in the doorway, looking cool and cautious. "The board meeting is in five, Boss." I stood, fixing my suit as my rage simmered beneath the surface — cold, silent, lethal and the deeper this got, the more I craved blood. "Call an emergency gang meeting," I growled. "Tonight at the penthouse. Everyone must be there. No excuses." "Understood." Jackson nodded once, then disappeared. ***** The board meeting w

Sarah's POVAfter Vincenzo took his gun away, I heaved a huge sigh of relief and watched him walk into the bathroom. The truth was that I was scared. Who wouldn't be after seeing a gun?Who wouldn't be scared to know that they had married someone dangerous? Yet this perlious man seemed like the only person willing to give me a place to live. At least for a year before the contract ends, I thought. But even at that, I still felt grateful. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, and I went over to the small table in the room, rubbing my skin with some oils. I rummaged through the wardrobe after.“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. I realized I hadn't brought any clothes over, not even underwear. I had no choice but to pick out one of Vincenzo's shirts. The shirt was particularly big for me, coming down below my thighs. I stared at the king-sized bed, and I wondered whether to wait for him or just sleep, but I chose the latter. Not long after I plopped on the bed, I hear

Sarah’s POVMorning came in a flash. The sunlight filtered through the window, casting a glow on my face, and I groaned. I hissed when I tried to get out of bed, feeling the discomfort in my nether regions. Then it suddenly hit me–Vincenzo had ruthlessly ravaged me last night, forcing me to cry out over and over until he was satisfied. Not only did my body ache, but my throat also.After drinking a little water, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I almost fell back in shock when I saw the pink and purple marks on my skin–they were quite glaring.“How ruthless,” I muttered under my breath, gritting my teeth as I went to shower. I had no makeup for now, so I could only try to cover the marks with clothing.I wrapped a scarf around my neck, where the most glaring hickey rested, before walking downstairs to have breakfast. I thought he had left for work, but did not expect to find him sitting on the dining table and reading the newspaper. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit an

Vincenzo’s POVAfter I left her, I headed to a private room that had been prepared.When I pushed the door open, I saw the old man, who stood, his back to me, as he took a sip from his glass of wine. “The Almighty Don Vincenzo getting married to an ordinary woman? How daring.” His voice came, and he finally turned to look at me. He poured me a glass of wine, which I accepted. Mr Andrew had been my father's close friend and had been a father figure in my life. He was not just a business partner but also a stand-in parent. I knew he thought Sarah did not fit in my world–I knew it too. She was too meek, too soft-hearted. She is easily deceived, while I was the complete opposite of her. If it wasn't for our little scandal, we would not have even met. “Did the enemy send her?” The old man asked, and I shook my head.“Doesn't seem so. Seems to me like a coincidence. Her sister was responsible for drugging her.” I said as I took a gentle sip from my wine. “Now that you have declared that s