All Chapters of 185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aspen I took my time coming down the stairs.Not because I was late, or nervous. I told myself it was because I refused to rush for a man who had married me on paper and obligation alone. But my heartbeat betrayed me with every step, my fingers grazing the smooth banister as if it could ground me.Killian was waiting at the bottom.Of course he was.He leaned against the marble pillar near the entrance, dressed in black like it was stitched into his skin. Tailored suit, crisp shirt, no tie. His jacket was open, revealing the faint outline of a gun holster beneath. Mafia habits never slept. One hand rested in his pocket, the other held his phone, though he was not looking at it.He was looking at me.The moment my heel touched the final step, his gaze lifted fully, slow and unapologetic. It moved from my face down my body and back up again, lingering just enough to make heat crawl up my neck.I hated that I noticed.I wore a deep wine dress that hugged me in a way I pretended was acci

Aspen The candlelight flickered between us, casting long shadows across Killian’s face. The soft hum of music was almost lost in the thrum of my own heartbeat. My fingers still lingered near his, though I had no excuse for it. Every nerve in my body seemed to recognize him, even when I tried to ignore it.He watched me with that same dark intensity that never failed to make me feel exposed, like he could read every thought I had before I allowed myself to think it.“You are quiet again,” he said, his voice low, deliberate, teasing just enough to be dangerous.I tilted my head, studying him carefully. “I am eating,” I said, though my stomach had completely forgotten about the dessert in front of me.“Sure,” he murmured, his eyes not leaving mine. “You are eating, yet you are also… aware.”I met his gaze for a long moment. The tension in the air was almost unbearable. My pulse quickened. “Aware of what?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.“Everything,” he said simply, leaning s

Aspen A week had passed since everything went crazy, since the attack, the chaos, and the night I had spent wrapped up in Killian’s arms. Somehow, despite everything, life had settled into a strange kind of rhythm. Not normal, because normal was never really an option with him, but… easier. Safer, even.I had started noticing things about him I hadn’t before. Small things, little cracks in the armor he carried like it was part of him. He laughed more now, sometimes at the silliest things, and he smiled without that cold calculation I had first met. He took me out to eat more, suggested drives just to clear our heads, even let me pick some of the places. Dates, he called them, though the idea of dating a mafia boss in a contract marriage was still absurd. But I found myself enjoying them.That’s how we ended up here today, in the middle of a park I had wanted to see for months. I had begged, insisting we take a break from the chaos of his world, and somehow he had agreed. He drove me

Aspen The house was massive. Every time I walked through it, I felt the weight of its emptiness pressing in. Killian’s wealth was obvious in the gleam of polished marble floors, the sweeping staircase that curved like liquid, the chandeliers hanging from high ceilings that caught the afternoon sun in a thousand sparkles. It was beautiful, yes, but it made me feel small, fragile. The walls echoed even the softest steps, every creak a reminder that I wasn’t alone, and I couldn’t hide anything forever.Clear was sprawled on one of the plush sofas in the living room, a book open in her lap but her eyes on me more often than the pages. “Aspen… you’ve barely eaten anything today,” she said, tilting her head, the faintest edge of concern in her voice.I forced a smile, adjusting the scarf I had pulled over my chest. “I’m not hungry,” I said quickly. My voice sounded sharper than I intended.Clear set her book aside, rising gracefully from the sofa. “Aspen,” she said softly, walking toward m

Killian I had been in the study, going through paperwork, the kind of dull numbers that usually made my head hurt, but that day they were easy because my attention kept wandering to the living room. Aspen had been unusually quiet, which I noticed immediately. Quiet did not mean calm. Quiet meant something was off.I stood up from my chair and moved toward the living room. My shoes clicked on the polished floor, and the sound seemed to echo, but she didn’t flinch. She was sitting on the sofa, curled slightly, her hands clasped over her stomach. At first I thought she was just tired. But the way her shoulders sagged, the slight tremor in her fingers, the pallor of her skin, told me otherwise.I leaned against the doorway, watching her without making a sound. “You okay?” I asked, my voice casual, but I could feel the sharp edge beneath it.She looked up at me, startled for a second, and forced a smile. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Just… a little tired.”Tired. That word was a lie. Her