Semua Bab One Night With The Mafia Heir : Bab 21 - Bab 30

**Natasha’s POV**The next morning, I told him I was going shopping. My voice was steady, maybe too steady. My smile felt stiff, like it could crack. When he nodded and said nothing, my stomach turned. Why so easy? Did he believe me? Or was he watching me in secret?My heart pounded hard, shaking inside my chest. Each step down the stairs felt heavy. I hugged my bag close, as if it could hide the fear crawling under my skin.The car keys slipped in my sweaty hand. I held the steering wheel tight, my fingers cold even though the sun was warm. For a moment, I just sat there, breathing fast, trying to calm the storm inside me.When I finally drove toward Dr. Jones’s office, the road seemed endless. My body felt heavy, like I was carrying stones no one else could see.When I reached his door, my stomach twisted. The words Dr. A. Jones on the plate made me feel sick. To others, it was just an office. To me, it was a trap.I knocked softly, my hand shaking.“Come in,” his voice called, cal

Two Weeks Later **Natasha’s POV** I was his wife, but in truth, I was a stranger he had long stopped trying to understand. Maybe that was how he liked it—me on the outside, never close enough to touch the walls he built around himself. I had swallowed my words for too long, though not all. His silence, arrogance and rules. I had lived with them, telling myself it wasn’t worth the fight. But today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He came back earlier and with his normal cold attitude, moved to the dresser, carelessly dropped his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed a few meters away from me to remove his socks. I looked at him, sitting there so sure of himself, and the anger rose in me. “You’re not the only one in this marriage who doesn’t care,” I said, my voice sharp though my hands shook. “Don’t flatter yourself, Liam. I don’t love you either. I never have. So stop acting like I’m the only one who’s supposed to stay quiet and accept this cold attitude.” The room went si

**Natasha’s POV**A gentle tap on my shoulder stirred me awake, the world slowly coming into focus. His face loomed above me, his features soft with concern.“Mrs. Gustavo,” he said in a low tone, “ Mrs. Gustavo, we need to go.”I blinked a few times, groggy and disoriented. My body felt heavier than usual as I tried to push myself up, my limbs sluggishly responding. He reached out to steady me, his grip firm but gentle.“I can manage,” I muttered, though my unsteady legs said otherwise.He frowned. “It’s best if I help ma'am…”“She needs the support,” came Liam's voice, startling me. He was standing by the door, his arms crossed as he watched us. “Eric will make sure you get home safely, I need to be somewhere, I'll be home quite late.”Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. The usual cold authority in his tone was still there, but there was a faint undercurrent of… something else. He normally wouldn't tell me he'd be home late. That was so sweet of him. I could sw

**Natasha's POV**I froze, my heart pounding like a drumline. Words failed me as did the ability to breathe normally. His piercing gaze held mine, and the proximity was… distracting. Too distracting. The cool surface of the fridge pressed against my back, but it did little to cool the heat rising in my cheeks.He leaned closer, his hand bracing against the fridge, effectively trapping me. "Are you avoiding me, Natasha?" His voice was soft, but it somehow carried something in it that made my heart flutter.I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling for an escape route. My survival instincts kicked in. “Oh my gosh,” I gasped, pointing behind him. “What’s that…?”He blinked, his expression shifting from curiosity to surprise as he turned to look over his shoulder. Without wasting a second, I ducked under his arm and bolted toward the door, freedom just within reach.But then I felt a tug at the back of my pajamas top. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered as he caught me by the collar, hal

**Natasha’s POV**I forced my lips into a curve, tilting my head just enough to meet his eyes. “Don’t worry,” I murmured. “I’ve had plenty of practice pretending.”For a split second, his jaw tightened, but then he opened the door, stepping out first. Flashes exploded as his name was called, voices rising.I smoothed my dress, my chest heavy with secrets, and followed, the tattoo burning in my thoughts.He offered me his arm. I hesitated, my instincts screaming to keep my distance, but then his voice broke through my thoughts."We’re supposed to look the part," he said, his tone soft but firm.I nodded, slipping my arm through his. "It’s just for show," I reminded myself under my breath.The gala was different from all other dinners and parties I had to accompany him to. My heart skipped a bit and a little smile crept on my face.Liam is not so bad after all. He just likes to act tough and all. My tummy felt like it had worms inside as nervousness swallowed me whole.He probably notic