All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

SLOANE. My days were the same, sometimes there was no difference. If I ever did write a biography of mine? I wonder what I would write, my days are always the same, the patterns are the same and the words? They may be different but they always mean the same. So most times I read books, I get lost in worlds where the words match something I had never experienced and something I might never experience. Right now I was in the library, it’s funny because I had never seen Chase there before, or even had his guards over here. I was reading a book, it was about two teenagers who fell in love and hid it from everyone, they had the perfect secret love and it was going well, until someone ruined it. A common friend but somehow they found themselves again, and I was in the chapter where he yearned for her so much that he travelled just to see her. The female main character was one that was quiet and reserved, she didn’t move with everyone, she was labeled but someone they found each other.

SLOANEI barely made it to my room. I could feel it building the whole way up the stairs—that hot tightness in my throat, pressure behind my eyes. I held it together till the door shut.Then I just cried. I sat on the bed like an idiot. Like some stupid girl who'd convinced herself things meant something they didn't. Over a guy who'd made it clear what this was. What I was. And I'd still gone and hoped for something different.The party. God. I spent all day on it. All day with Natalia cooking, decorating, planning. My hands still smell like garlic and ginger from those dumplings.The spring rolls. I drove across town for those. The good ones from Fifth Street. I timed it so they'd be warm. Had Natalia keep him busy while I set everything up. It made it special.What a joke. I should have known. I should have remembered the last time I tried getting into his world—asking to work with him, getting shut down, offered some bullshit desk job like I was a problem to manage.But that night

SLOANEI hate how he acts sometimes. I really hate it. He's pulling me, and I don't even know if there are actually people coming or if he's just being paranoid, but that doesn't mean he can drag me around.I can hear it, though. The cars are getting closer and louder. My brain finally catches up.He is in trouble and we have to leave immediately, but he doesn’t get into trouble. This sounded serious. "No." I dragged my hand back, but his grip was strong. "Sloane, we don't have time…." He yelled."I said no." I pulled harder, and I got free. "I'm not going with you."I turned around, and he looked at me like I'd stabbed him. "What?""I'm not going," I said with my voice shaking. I was angry and scared. "You want to run? Fine. But I'm staying.""Sloane, they're coming. They'll—" he started saying something else, but I cut him off."I don't care." I meant it, maybe because everything was moving too fast. "You humiliated me last night, you made me feel like nothing. So why should I g