All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

**Bianca**The day drags on endlessly. Anxiety gets the better of me, and I don't know what to do to kill time. It is not like I do much in Chicago—there is nothing to do there either—but I suppose living with the constant dread that Edoardo will show up at any moment to hurt me does not let my brain relax; here, by contrast, I feel a strange peace.Fabrizio lets me know he will not have time to come back for lunch, and although it saddens me, I appreciate that he is thoughtful enough to let me know. It feels so bizarre to have this kind of communication with a man; Edoardo never includes me in his decisions or his schedules, not that I care—quite the contrary: the less I know about him, the better for me.When it is finally time to get ready for the birthday, I take a relaxing shower and look for an outfit. Edoardo made sure Dome packed only loose, simple things—no easy task considering my wardrobe; back home, everything in my closet is tight and revealing by his orders, but I suppos

Bianca "Well, speaking of my little earthquakes, I think our break as parents is over, Don Lucchese," Ilaria says to her husband. "You're right. Graziella must be restless without you and Luciano won't sleep until we get there," he replies. "Yes, plus my breasts are aching," she declares shamelessly, patting the fabric of her blouse. "I need to pump a little milk." "I can help you with that," her husband suggests in a lustful tone. "Don't be vulgar!" Enzo complains. I look at Ari, completely in shock at the conversation I just overheard, because in a thousand reincarnations I would never have imagined our boss acting like that. But she just laughs; I suppose she's already used to these dynamics that seem so foreign to me. "Once you try it, you'll agree with me," the Don retorts to Enzo. Enzo tenses and, for a fleeting second, the atmosphere becomes a bit awkward. I know from my cousin that this is a delicate topic here; Enzo doesn't want children and has been very firm

Bianca"I won't survive that, Arianna. If I can't even survive him now, imagine dozens of different men every night. I can't, Ari, I can't." I grow frantic just imagining it; the nightmares return and intensify, and I break down in tears, unable to contain it for even a second longer. "Nor can I give him a child. I cannot bring a child into this world to suffer under the yoke of that monster. I would rather die."I am increasingly convinced that is the only solution. My back is against the wall, and besides, I no longer want to live like this. I have endured too much already."Don't say that, B; we're going to do something, we're going to help you. Just hold on a little longer.""I don't know if I can; I'm in a dead end.""We'll find a way out, you'll see."I know she's only trying to help, but I also know neither of us can do anything. My life was sentenced the moment I was born, and every man who has defiled me has made sure I know it.For a long time I clung to hope; for a long tim

BiancaI do not know how much time passes. It could be seconds, it could be minutes, it could be hours, it could be years; I honestly do not know. I only know that he is here, that he remains here, that he has not gone away, that he has not left me, that he is there for me. For the first time, I feel like I have someone entirely for myself.When the crying, the sobbing, and the trembling begin to subside, I venture out from the hollow of his neck, which has become my refuge, and with all the shame in the world, I dare to look at him, praying that I will still find the same adoration in his eyes. To my surprise, it is there—even stronger, I think, with even more intensity. But there is also something else: a darkness I did not know.He strokes my cheek with his knuckles and then wipes away my tears with his thumb. The warmth his skin transmits is healing."I am going to kill him, Bianca," he declares with startling coldness. "You need to know that I am going to kill him. But first, I n

BiancaFabrizio’s request leaves me dismayed. I do not know how to handle this situation; on one hand, I love him, I desire him, my body reacts to his in an almost magical way; but on the other hand, my mind keeps telling me that I do not deserve him, that I am too damaged, too dirty for him; besides, I cannot stop thinking about the consequences, about what could happen to him if something goes wrong and about the emotional toll my heart will suffer when I have to say goodbye to him, because of one thing I am certain: this is temporary."I don't know if... if..." The words get stuck in my throat, and he smiles—that smile with perfect dimples."I just want to bathe you, Bianca," he clarifies, "I don't expect anything else.""Why?" I ask with curiosity."Why do you want to bathe?" he retorts. "Why do you feel the need to bathe right now?"His question confronts me, forcing me to look within myself, but I do not need to dig very deep to find the answer."Because I feel dirty, because th