Semua Bab The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Annalissa HaleThe following morning, I wake up earlier than Dante.He’s still asleep beside me with his left arm circled around my waist. I lie there and watch him for some time. His lashes rest against his cheek and his face looks softer than it ever is when he’s awake. I carefully shift out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. He stirs a little but doesn’t move. He only mutters something that sounds suspiciously like my name.I smile.He must be tired. Between the Dubai trip and… what happened at 3 a.m... The memory alone makes my cheeks burn. I shake my head, trying to shove the image out of my mind, but my lips curve anyway. I still feel it, his mouth on me, the way he kissed me.The kitchen is quiet when I walk in. Teresa usually comes early, but she mentioned needing to pick up groceries this morning, so it’s just me. I tie my hair up into a loose bun, roll my sleeves, and scan the pantry.Flour. Eggs. Milk. A few strawberries left from the crate I didn’t finish last

Annalissa Hale Rio is back to following me around as my bodyguard and I can’t say I completely like it. Dante insisted, and I don’t want us to have any problems. He doesn’t trust Ivan Lombardo and I’m not sure why.Either way, it doesn’t stop me from working on the campaign project, even though Rio is always lurking around the company hallways. It’s even worse now that Dante’s traveled to Dubai again.Plus, I’m turning into an irrational mess and I hate it. I can’t seem to control my emotions. According to the internet, this is normal during pregnancy, but God, I hope it stops. I don’t think I can continue like this until the twins are out.Dante isn’t even here for me to take my anger out on.I certainly can’t afford hormonal irrationality when I have important decisions to make. Like now, in this conference room.“So how far gone are we on the design concepts?” I ask, flipping through the project deck.“About sixty percent done,” one of the marketing leads says. “Our creative t

Annalissa Hale When we get home, Ornella makes me her special pudding before heading home. I rush through a shower and eat a little, then head up to the bedroom. I change into my night dress before slipping under the covers.I grab my phone on the nightstand and send Dante a text. Immediately, an incoming voice call comes in. I take a deep breath and answer. “Hey” I say, closing my eyes. “You were thinking about me?”I smile. “You so desperately hope.”He does his disapproving rumble-growl, but I can hear real frustration and desire woven through like delicate threads. I set the phone against the pillow next to me. “How was your day?” “Good. Good.” he says almost immediately. “Where are you now?” “Bedroom.” “I miss you. I miss your voice.” He lowers his voice the way I like. “I miss touching you. I miss the feel of your soft pink skin against mine.” Lust swells through me, infusing my cells with a warm, heavy glow. My skin heats up and I take a deep breath. “I need t

Annalissa HaleDante always figures out ways to drive me crazy and I think he’s succeeded this time.I missed my flight because he didn’t “clear” a driver or guard for me on time. His paranoia about safety has officially gone too far. In the end, I couldn’t travel with the rest of the team.Instead, I had to take his private jet, alone, with one of his handpicked bodyguards. A tall, silent, weird-looking man who stared at me the entire flight like I might suddenly vanish into thin air. I swear, he didn’t blink once.It was beyond uncomfortable. I know Dante means well, but sometimes his version of “protection” feels more like possession.By the time I landed, the meeting at Lombardo Tech’s Chicago branch was already halfway done. I felt too embarrassed to walk in late, so I sat in the lobby, nursing a headache and scrolling through my phone, pretending I wasn’t mortified.Then my phone buzzes.Dante: How was your flight?I frown at the screen. I can practically hear his smug tone

Annalissa HaleDante wanted me to give him two days. It’s been two days now. Will he really return today?I grab my laptop and settle on the couch in the living room, going through the documents Ivan sent. The Global Campaign is moving forward really fast and so is my workload. My head aches from staring at charts and feedback reports for too long, and every so often I glance at my phone, half-hoping for a message from Dante. Nothing.With a sigh, I stretch out on the couch and start editing a presentation slide. That’s when I hear the door open. The faint sound of footsteps. I look up and freeze.He’s here.Dante stands by the doorway, tall and devastating in a pair of dark slacks and a white shirt. The top two buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up. His eyes lock on me. My heart lurches violently in my chest.Before I can think, I’m already on my feet. My laptop slides off the couch as I run to him. He barely has time to open his arms before I jump into them. My legs i