Semua Bab Mafia's Contract Wife: A Crazy Chemistry: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Vincenzo’s POVI sat at my desk, browsing through the files Coco had sent me. The Henderson file was still missing, and the project had been set on hold for the time being. After Sarah got into an accident, I had asked her to stay off work for a month…not because I suspected she had lost the file, but because I cared about her. Alarm bells rang in my head–I had admitted that I cared about her. My gaze hardened, and I had not even realized Coco had been speaking.“Sir, the Carters need you to travel to meet them. Should we cancel?” She asked, breaking through my chains of thought. I turned to stare at her before shaking my head. “We'll go,” I said before picking up my phone to check something. “Book a flight, we'll be leaving tomorrow,” I said, my face devoid of any emotions. “But, sir…what about the syndicate?” Coco asked. I knew she thought I would let Kai handle it, but I shocked her when I said,“Sarah will handle it.” I could see the evident surprise on her face as I said it

Sarah’s POV “Hand over the pendant,” Vince said, his voice low and threatening. My gaze moved to Massimo’s men, who had all yielded their weapons and were currently aiming at him. I bit my lip hard. “Chill out, Vincenzo. You're simply too hot-tempered. I merely wanted to play.” Massimo's voice came, and I watched as he motioned for his subordinates to drop their guns. I could see his face that had turned pale from sustaining a bullet wound to his hand, yet he showed no weaknesses as though this was not the first time he had been wounded. He did not attack or pick up his gun. He just asked one of his subordinates to return my pendant. In the next minute, I and Vince were walking out of the casino completely unharmed. Vince's eyes were pitch black with darkness, and I knew he was upset. “Until we meet again, Vincenzo,” Massimo had said earlier, and I was unable to grasp what he fully meant. Yet, when I saw Vince's dark gaze, I knew it did not mean well. They would only meet to kill

Sarah’s POV There were five men. One of them walked over to me, his eyes scrutinizing me as he licked his lips. I had the urge to puke, but more than that, I did not miss the scared look on the old woman's face. “Perhaps you might be of good use to us. Why don't we have some fun, beauty?” The man slurred, obviously a bit tipsy from alcohol, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “We promise to treat you well. All you have to do is be a little whore for us.” One of the men said, but I just stood calmly, watching them. Even from afar, I could tell they were drunk. They reeked of sweat and alcohol, which was particularly disgusting. “Why don't you come over here, let's have some fun,” one of the men said as he tried to drag me, and his subordinates laughed in unison. No one expected me to twist his hand and land a brutal kick on his side, sending him falling to the ground. He groaned, then screamed as my foot collided with his face harshly. The sound of bone breaking could be heard–I ha

Sarah’s POV I stared at him as he tended to my wound since I had not applied anything to it yesterday and had slept off, and by the time I woke up in the morning, I had forgotten to tend to it. I should have been flustered by him tending to my wound, but all I did was purse my lips. I knew he wouldn't attend the family gatherings with me. I could only go there on my own. After tending to my wounds, I took a bath without letting water touch the area before changing into a set of pajamas and settling in bed. Vince sat on the bed beside me, reading a newspaper, and I frowned. “I'll be heading to the reserve tomorrow. I won't be back in two days.” I said, but he just hummed, making my frown deepen. I rolled my eyes before pretending to sleep. I did not want to talk to him anymore. “Be back at the company after those two days,” he said, and I refused to open my eyes. I did not realize how much I had been pretending until I truly fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was already mo

Sarah’s POV I stood there reeling in shock as I stared at Coco's seductive appearance. Then it hit me; perhaps she had come with Vince for work. But why did I feel as though my chest had suddenly tightened? Why did I feel like something had been torn out of me? “Are you looking for Vince? He is currently in the bathroom. Please come in and wait for him.” Coco said, her voice tinged with mischievousness as she tried to play the housewife who had just done something with her husband and was waiting for him to finish taking a bath. I knew she was only trying to rub salt into my wounds. Which woman would want to go in and wait for her husband, having his secretary clad in nothing but a towel to her chest? I smiled, shaking my head. I wasn't going in. In fact, I was leaving. I had to leave. As much as I tried to convince myself that it was fine, I knew in my heart it wasn't. I knew in my heart that her appearance was abnormal. And most especially, I knew that I shouldn't feel the way