All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

BiancaI rest my chin on his chest and look at him."You know that would be madness.""I don't want you to leave," he repeats, "I don't intend to let you go, not after making love to you.""This was wonderful, it's been the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life, but we both know a future doesn't exist.""Why?""Because I'm married. I'm married to a maniac who will burn the world down if I leave him.""And how do you know I won't do the same if you decide to walk away? I'm not the knight you think I am.""You are to me, and that's all that matters to me. But beyond that, I know the most important thing to you is your own people, your family, and you aren't going to put them at risk.""And what if I want to? What if I want to risk everything for you?"My heart skips a beat upon hearing him, and for an instant, I want to be selfish; for a moment, I want to forget everything and cling to this drop of happiness. But I can't, not when I've already shared moments with them, not

FabrizioTwo hours later, we are at the airport, seconds away from boarding the flight that will condemn us both to a life of misery.We're about to step up, but my feet refuse to obey, planted firmly on the ground. She stops two steps up and looks back at me."Are you sure about this?" I ask one last time, hoping against hope to make her change her mind.She steps back down and wraps her arms around my neck to kiss me."I'm sure," she sobs, "even though I'm dying inside.""Then don't do it. You don't have to sacrifice yourself like this, Bianca. Have you thought about what he's going to do to you when you get back?"Her body shudders, laying her terror bare for me to see."I haven't stopped thinking about it for a single second. But I was sacrificed a long time ago for entirely selfish reasons, Fabrizio. Sacrificing myself now for someone I love... that's a blessing.""We don't deserve you, Bianca. This world doesn't deserve you. It doesn't deserve the purity of your heart."She smil

Bianca"Damn you, bitch!" he bellows, blind with fury, and lunges on top of me. His weight crushes me, and everything worsens when he straddles my waist and grabs my chest violently. "Look at these marks like a tramp!" he snarls, squeezing hard enough to draw tears of pain."It's nothing," I gasp, "I swear it's nothing."My skin is slightly reddened, but I can still pass it off as something else. I can still maintain the lie."And you still have the nerve to lie to my face." He presses the barrel of the gun against my lips, forcing me open so he can push it inside. My entire being freezes in absolute terror as the cold metal touches my teeth. "What did he do?" he asks with a deranged expression I've never seen on him before. "Did he touch you?" He laughs like the absolute psychopath he is. "Of course he did, nobody could resist you." He pinches my skin hard enough to make me cry out.My screams are muffled by the gun in my mouth, and he laughs louder at my suffering."Did he leave a m

BiancaI walk through the estate's garden, enjoying the five minutes I'm allowed out to catch some sun. Edoardo has followed through on his word to the letter: I am a prisoner in this house. If my outings were restricted before, now they are strictly forbidden. I have guards watching me twenty-four hours a day. But the worst part of all isn't even that—the worst part is knowing nothing about Fabrizio.Three weeks. Three weeks without a word from him, and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I don't know how I'm going to survive a whole lifetime like this, but I have to. For his own good, I have to.Maybe he's already forgotten about me. Maybe it was just a fling. Sometimes I want to believe that; sometimes I think it would be better that way. Even though it hurts, it's better for him. It kills me to think he might be suffering even a fraction of what I'm suffering. I don't want that for him. I don't want him to suffer; I just want him to be happy, to find a real love—a pure, clean, and abo

FabrizioThe cigarette smoke warms my cold body. I exhale and lean back against the sofa, watching the wind gently sway the garden swing.It must be beautiful to have a family.The thought comes with a deep sense of regret because, with each passing day, that possibility seems further out of reach. Perhaps I wasn't born for it. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be a husband, much less a father. Maybe I was simply born to be alone, watching everyone else find happiness while I make my way home by myself.After what happened with Ilaria, I thought I was fine with that. I thought I'd made peace with my loneliness and had even begun to enjoy it. But then she came along, stirring up things I'd believed were dead and planting feelings I never expected to have again.What could she be doing right now?It's supposed to be a day of giving thanks, and it would be unfair of me to say I have nothing to be grateful for, especially after having her all to myself, even if it was only for one day. I just hop