บททั้งหมดของ Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Enzo's Pov The day is cloudy; it looks like a storm will break at any moment, a perfect analogy for what is coming in my life. My leather shoes sink into the grass, and I feel the full weight on my shoulders when I arrive at the place. "Hello, beautiful," I whisper softly as I kneel to clear the dry leaves from the gravestone. "I know it's been a long time since I visited, but I've been really busy, you know, saving that idiot Antonio's ass." I force a laugh, but the truth is I'm just holding back the urge to cry. "I know you never liked these sappy things," I say, arranging the bouquet of flowers I brought her, "but today it felt appropriate. Maybe this way you'll forgive me for what I'm about to do. I'm getting married, Serena. I'm getting married, and I feel like I'm betraying you." I sob, brusquely wiping away the tear that escapes. "Life's been shit since you left, my love, but I have to do this for them. If you could see how beautiful those children are, I'm sure you'd love t

Arianna The church doors opened, and everything slowed down. I took one small step forward, my heart pounding beneath the lace bodice of my gown. The cathedral was grander than I'd imagined, vaulted ceilings, heavy candles burning like old promises, pews packed with men in black suits and women dripping in designer gold. It felt more like a ceremony of power than of love. All eyes were on me. My heels clicked gently against the polished floor as I walked down the aisle beside my father, one hand resting on his arm, the other clutching a delicate bouquet of pale roses. Every inch of my dress had been designed to perfection, from the embroidered train to the pearl-dotted veil cascading down my back. But none of that mattered the moment I saw him. Enzo Romano. Standing at the altar, tall, commanding. Midnight black suit. Crisp white shirt. A tailored silhouette that made everyone else in the room look average. He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t have to. The sharp lines of his jaw, the

Arianna I woke to the strange heaviness of my own limbs, my neck stiff, my arms aching. For a second, I didn’t even know where I was—until the cold bite of the floor beneath my hip reminded me. I blinked, the room blurry in the half-light. The dress… God, the dress. Layers of fabric that felt like they were pressing me into the ground, crushing my ribs, making it almost impossible to breathe. I’d fallen asleep crying. I knew it without checking—my eyes felt swollen, my cheeks tight with dried salt. I pushed myself up slowly, every movement reluctant, my bones protesting as though I’d aged twenty years in a single night. That brief, fragile moment before memory crashed back—I almost wished I could have stayed there. But it came anyway. The voice. The order. “Go to sleep.” Enzo’s eyes, cold and unbothered. The finality in his tone. My stomach twisted. It had been a mess. A clusterfuck, really. And yet—most women in my position would be grateful. No awkward fumbling. No pain. No bru

AriannaI could tell from the way his eyes narrowed that he didn’t believe me for a second. His gaze lingered, slow and assessing, like he was trying to peel the truth off my face.A prickle of defensiveness ran down my spine, and I lifted my chin, but deep down, I knew I probably looked like hell. The salt from last night's tears had left my skin feeling tight and blotchy, and the cursed dress was a wrinkled, twisted mess, the silk clinging to me like a battle-worn flag.He didn’t call me out on the lie. Instead, he asked something that made my ears burn."What are you still doing in that dress? I don’t understand how you slept with that thing on."My exhale came sharp and irritated. "Well, as you can see, this dress was designed so someone"—I laced the word with as much sarcasm as possible—"could take it off me. That someone didn’t bother to, and I didn’t have much of a choice after you locked me in here.""I didn’t lock you up. This isn’t a kidnapping," he shot back immediately, hi

AriannaI shut the bathroom door harder than I meant to. My pulse was still drumming in my ears, skin tingling like I’d been lit from the inside. That man had the audacity to stand behind me like that, breathe down my neck, touch me like he owned me—and then walk away.My chest rose and fell in sharp bursts as I turned the lock. “Cold shower,” I muttered. “I need a freezing shower.”I slipped off the last scrap of lace, cheeks heating at the damp patch clinging to the fabric. My fingers curled around it for a second before I tossed it on the counter. The mirror caught my reflection—flushed cheeks, lips parted—and I looked away quickly.The water was icy when I stepped under it, a sharp sting on my heated skin. It should have calmed me, but the memories of his hands on my arms, the weight of his chest so close, only made me hotter.I lathered my skin slowly, tracing over my own curves like I was mapping them for someone else. My breath hitched when my fingers slid lower, circling betwe