Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Don’s Dangerous Bride: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORELUCA POVWe decided to stay on the private island for a few more days. Valentina needed a break, and I definitely needed one too. Her birthday went wonderfully, and I could tell she was happy. She mentioned it was the best birthday she ever had, which made me feel really good and grateful. I was happy to make her feel this way. I would fucking do anything for her. "Come on Valentina! " I shouted as I waited by my plane. I looked at my watch and instinctively reached into my pocket. I stopped myself from taking out a cigarette when I noticed her coming out of the villa, wearing shorts and a baggy T-shirt. She was enjoying another ice pop, looking completely carefree. It was hard to believe she was a mafia leader. "What’s the use of having your own plane if you can’t choose when to leave? " she said. She was right, but I had stuff to take care of. She got

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA POVI lay there looking at the ceiling. The bed was messy, but I was okay with it. I stretched my bare legs out across the sheets and took deep breaths. Damn Luca. I can’t enjoy anything fun or exciting. Well, I could, but I know better than to do so. Ugh, I hate being wrong, but here I am. I’ve shopped a lot and tried eating at different restaurants, so I was running low on ideas. I even went to a racetrack just to watch, which was super boring. I’d rather be driving. But I would do it for Luca and our baby. He’s right about that. I’m just not used to thinking about anyone but myself. I placed a hand on my belly, hoping to feel our baby move. I needed some downtime. Fuck. I would love a smoke or a small glass of wine. This feels so strange to me since I have always enjoyed those things. Maybe it’s best if I quit smoking and drinking, but just as

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA POVI propped myself up on my elbows and gazed at the door. After a few seconds, he returned. "What was that?" I made a sad face. "I had to ask them to take a break." He gave me a smirk as he made his way over to me. "Where were we at?" I gave him a grin and dragged him down. I felt his hands move up my back after I located his lips again. I let him remove my hoodie by raising my arms. His touch was both soft and commanding. We were in perfect harmony, our bodies entwined.I arched my back as I felt his teeth brush my neck. "Screw it." I let out a groan. He kept kissing me while also caressing my flesh. He paused, removed his belt, and allowed his pants to drop to the ground. I grinned in anticipation. Despite my taunting, his bulge was obvious, and he constantly pleased me. As I watched him intently, I chewed my lip. "Don't make me wait, Luca

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA POVWell, wow. I didn’t care much, but seriously, why did she give him that look? What a piece of work. I wonder if I should wipe that smile off her face. "Please have a seat; the doctor will join you soon," she told me. I grinned at her, but as soon as I turned away, it vanished. We sat in the waiting area. I glanced around and noticed another couple across from us. The woman looked very pregnant, and her partner seemed much older than her. "What do you think? " Luca asked me. I hummed while looking at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I tried to remember his words. "Wait, what did you say? " I replied. He pressed his lips together and crossed his arms. Before he could repeat himself, the doctor called my name. We both got up and followed the doctor into a private room. I appreciated the professionalism; after all, we paid for the best service. "P

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORELUCA POV"Are you done? " I asked Valentina as I descended the stairs into the basement. My gaze fell on the woman whose life Valentina had taken away. She had it coming, and honestly, Valentina really seemed to be bored. She released all her pent-up feelings on the woman, who was now slouched in the chair where she had been tied up. "Yes. " She grinned while cleaning her bloody hands on a white towel, turning it crimson. She was not someone who shied away from getting dirty. And boy, did she have dirty hands. The woman in the chair looked hurt and battered. Well, it was clear Valentina must have hit her at least once. But I felt indifferent. "Nico will be here in ten minutes. " I told her while staring at the bloodied floor. "Crap! I need to change. " She exclaimed as she brushed past me and went up the stairs. Before she left, I checked her hands and no