All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Bianca Edoardo's smile fades, his expression of happiness shifting into one of rage. He flings the test against the floor and roars in fury. I shrink back in fear as he lunges at me, grabbing a handful of my hair. "Useless, bloody whore!" he bellows right in my face. "You're not even good for getting pregnant!" Despite the panic over his reaction, a wave of relief washes over me at the knowledge that I will not be giving this monster a child. However, I have no time to dwell on it, because he immediately yanks my hair with such violence that I feel like it's going to be ripped from my scalp. Before I can process it, my face impacts the side of the toilet tank. The blow is so fast and so hard that, surprisingly, it doesn't even hurt—at least not right away. I don't know if it's shock or if my body has simply given up, but I don't feel it, not the first one. I look up at him dazed as he spins me around, spits on me, and attacks again. This time I feel it. Oh, I feel it. My cheekbone

COMING SOON‼️‼️‼️ Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: Greek Myths Erotica ‼️‼️‼️ Pls rate and comment thanks 🙏 🙏🙏 Prologue The wedding of Peleus and Thetis was meant to be a celebration blessed by the heavens. Gold goblets overflowed with nectar. Music drifted through the high halls, intoxicating and sweet, while gods laughed beside mortals. The air itself shimmered with a blinding, divine light. Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory. Except one. Far beyond the warm glow of the feast stood Eris, the Goddess of Discord, her rage burning hotter than the fires of Hephaestus. To exclude Discord from a gathering of gods was foolish enough. To insult her publicly was unforgivable. While laughter echoed through the grand columns, Eris stepped silently into the fringes of the celebration. With a cruel, elegant flick of her wrist, she tossed a single golden apple into the center of the room before vanishing back into the shadows. The music stopped. The laughter died in t

Fabrizio I've spent three fucking days in Chicago, and no matter how hard I've tried to cross paths with Bianca without raising suspicion, I haven't managed it. I've been to her uncle's house, her father's house, her own house, and nothing. I've invented a thousand excuses to meet with the men who surround her, and none of them seem to have a clue. The bloody psychopath she has for a husband is walking around as cool as you please, like nothing's happening, but that doesn't mean it's true. The son of a bitch is capable of killing her and then going to a tennis match; he cares very little about the life of the woman who is supposed to be his wife. A hollow feeling settles in my stomach when I think about what might have happened to her. But as wretched as Rinaldi is, I genuinely don't think he killed her—word of that would have gotten out by now. Even though nobody actually cares about her life, he still can't hide her for that long without raising suspicion; she's his wife, not j

**Bianca** "If that bastard lays a hand on you, I’m going to kill them, Bianca. I swear to God I’ll kill both of you." Edoardo’s threat echoes in my head while Fabrizio kisses me. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, that I shouldn’t be here (least of all like this), but the weight of the past few weeks has worn down my self-control, and despite the fear, I can’t hold back. Seeing Fabrizio was the balm for my wounds that I didn’t even know I needed. When Edoardo announced this trip, I thought it was some cruel joke on his part. I didn't believe it until I saw Fabrizio. Even now, I feel like I’m dreaming, and I’m terrified of waking up. "If he finds out about this, he’ll kill us," I whisper between gasps when he pulls away from my mouth to kiss my neck. I feel like I at least have to warn him, even though it’s painfully obvious. The thought that something could happen to him, that Edoardo’s reach could extend to him, terrifies me. But when I have him this close, kissing me, str

**Bianca**Manhattan welcomes us with its congested avenues and towering skyscrapers. I look out the window at the city landscape, and for a second, I can admire it, imagining that I'm a normal girl who can stroll through the streets."Had you never been here?" Fabrizio asks after hanging up the call that kept him busy most of the trip from the airport.They seem genuinely busy with whatever they're planning, because he hasn't stopped working since we left Chicago. What surprises me is that I don't feel uncomfortable because, even when he isn't talking to me, he manages to make me feel accounted for—whether it's stroking my hand or my thigh, or having me rest against his chest or in his lap while he types or takes calls. He doesn't ignore me the way Edoardo does, who only looks for me when he wants...I push my thoughts away from that path because I don't want to sour my mood; this opportunity isn't going to present itself twice, and I'd rather make the most of it, disconnecting from