The Don's Stripper Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Lena’s POVThe bass thrummed through the walls of Club Velvet's dressing room, vibrating against my ribs like a second heartbeat. I hunched over the compact mirror, the mascara wand trembling between my fingers. Above us, fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting a sickly red glow over every stripper’s skin.I let out an exasperated sigh, fisting through my hair as the email I received from the hospital this morning flashed through my mind. “We will stop Elsa’s chemotherapy if you don’t make your next payment.” Elsa is my six-year-old sister. She is brilliant. Funny. She is supposed to be out on the field, laughing and catching grasshoppers as she normally does. Instead, she's confined to a hospital bed and hooked to various life support machines. Tears rolled down my eyes, and pain rippled through me at the mere thought of losing her if I can't pay the hospital. My mum can’t take care of her, she has a stroke, and my dad? We woke up one morning, and he was gone. No one know

Lena’s POV“Why weren’t you picking up your calls? You had me worried. I called the hospital, and I was told you haven’t visited there all day. It’s 11 pm. Haven’t you seen the alley murders on the news?” My mum spoke in a rush the moment I stepped into the house, worry dripping from her voice “I’m getting married, Mum.” I cut in, my tone high-pitched, earning a glare from her, then it softened. “To Nathan? Aww,” She purred, cutely, adjusting on her wheelchair, and all her pent-up anger from earlier seemed to have dissipated into thin air, “But he didn’t say anything when he came by earlier.” “Who is Nathan?” Lucano’s deep voice echoed behind us.Oh shit. My heart started racing in a million directions as I recalled the seriousness in his tone earlier when he said he'd chop off any man's hand he'd catch me with. “No one. He’s just a friend.” I cut in, voice trembling slightly. Then I trailed off, “Mum, meet my fiancé.” I added with a forced smile.“Fiancé?” She repeated, making m

Lena’s POVHis voice dripped with a deadly amount of seriousness. One I didn’t want to mess with. How was I even supposed to do that? When I’m not sure about exactly what I feel for him. When one minute, the air around him is like the cool and calming breeze on the sea. The next minute, it's like the air in the forest of birds when a hunter fires his rifle. Choatic and deadly. His father was way worse? What the hell did I get myself into? Welcome to the motherfucking Mafia family, Lena. “Fine.” I schooled my features, “We are telling him the truth about who I really am.”His brows knitted together, “A murderer?”“Funny,” I rolled my eyes, looking away, “A stripper,” I muttered, looking back to find his cold eyes boring holes into my face.“Don’t ever do that again. Roll your eyes at me.” His tone was stern and serious.After last night and the days I have spent with this man. I wanted to test him, to push his limit, and see what this devil really looks like underneath his handsom