บททั้งหมดของ Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

AriannaI stared at the finger beneath my chin, the light pressure forcing my gaze to meet Enzo’s. His dark eyes searched my face with unsettling intensity.“I know everything about you, Arianna,” he said quietly, his voice steady but charged. “You’re my wife. I couldn’t get married without knowing everything first.”The words sent a shiver down my spine. It felt like he could strip me bare with just that look.“That’s funny,” I shot back, my tone laced with a touch of courage I barely felt. “Because that’s exactly what they forced me to do—marry a perfect stranger.”Enzo’s jaw tightened. He pulled his hand away from my face, swallowing hard.“Well, if it hadn’t been me, it would’ve been someone else. You know that.”“Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I imagine you were the highest bidder.”He stepped closer, a sharp edge in his voice. “Would you have preferred another man? Antonio, perhaps? That was your father’s dream.”“You said it yourself—my father’s dream, not mine.”His lips curv

Three Weeks LaterArianna pushed the fork back and forth across her plate, dragging pieces of fruit in circles until they lost shape. Breakfast had become just another routine she endured.Life here was nothing like Chicago. At least there, she had a handful of friends from school she could meet at the movies or go shopping with when she felt restless. The house she grew up in was bigger, with gardens she could wander and a pool where she could swim for hours. But above all, she had Bianca.Even though her father kept Bianca on a short leash, at least he allowed her to come over. They’d spend entire afternoons in her room, laughing, talking about everything and nothing.Now they only spoke on the phone, and even that felt risky. Arianna had grown up knowing those lines could always be tapped, and she had no doubt her father kept tabs on Bianca too.Three weeks. It had been three weeks since she came to this place, and every day it felt more suffocating. Things with Enzo hadn’t gotten

AriannaRage still burned in my chest, even though hours had passed since our fight. I had stayed curled in bed, staring at the ceiling, stewing in anger and frustration until it felt like poison in my veins.It was unfair. Enzo could vanish for days without explanation, doing God knows what with God knows who, and no one questioned him. But I—I was locked in this gilded prison, watched, isolated, my every attempt to seek company twisted into something shameful.The worst part? The way he had exploded earlier. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my mind.Was it jealousy?The thought made me snort bitterly into my pillow. No. Enzo didn’t get jealous. That had been pure ego—his bruised pride at the idea of losing control. I didn’t matter to him. What mattered was making sure I knew my place.The bedroom door creaked open, breaking into my thoughts. I sat up instantly, startled. At this hour, no one should have been in the house. He usually left early and stayed gone until night. Yet here he

Arianna “So what is he even feeling?” I asked, though the words sounded more like a frustrated admission than a real question. I slumped back against the couch, exhaling sharply. “That man sleeps with a different tramp every night. He feels nothing for me. What happened today was just… I don’t know… lust? And any girl with a decent body could inspire that.”Ilaria leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with a knowing look. A slow smile crept across her lips.“What?” I asked warily. “Why are you looking at me like that?”“You have a good set of tits,” Ilaria said matter-of-factly.I blinked at her, completely caught off guard. “I… what? I don’t understand.”Ilaria chuckled softly and shook her head. “Why do you think the mafia is so determined to keep women out of their world? Why do you think it’s so hard for them to accept us as equals?”“Because they think we’re inferior,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.“No, Arianna.” Ilaria leaned closer, her expression sharpening. “That’s

EnzoI narrowed my eyes at my brother. “He’s still alive, Antonio. I’m not a savage.”Antonio arched a brow, smirking. “Alive, maybe. But let me guess, he won’t be using his hand for a while?”I didn’t answer right away, but my silence gave me away.“And you still want me to believe this wasn’t jealousy?”“It wasn’t,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. “It was about disrespect. I told her, explicitly, not to let anyone get too close. And where do I find him? In my kitchen, drinking coffee with my wife like he owns the damn place.”My voice rose, and I hated that I couldn’t control it. Just saying it out loud made my chest tighten.Antonio leaned back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, amusement written all over his face. “You hear yourself, right? You say it wasn’t jealousy, yet you nearly crushed a man’s hand for looking at her. Come on, brother.”“I meant what I said,” I ground out. “I’m not touching her. That hasn’t changed.”“Good.” Antonio nodded once, though the smirk