All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

The door to my room opened, and from my bed, I told the employee to come in. The girl was the only person who had entered and left the room in the past week, just to leave a food tray and take away the dirty dishes—often with the food untouched.The girl came in and did her routine. She was quite young, maybe a few years older than me, but still young and very pretty. In my first weeks here, I had tried to get closer to her; I needed someone to talk to, but the employee seemed to dislike me. She only ever said a couple of words to me. When I saw I had no chance with her, I reached out to Marco, but he wasn't here now either. What was worse was I didn't even know if he was still alive. The idea that Enzo had done something to him because of me was one of the many things that tormented me and wouldn't let me sleep.“Do you need anything else, ma’am?” the employee asked after leaving my lunch on the nightstand and picking up the untouched breakfast.“No, thanks, I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn

AriannaAfter a long shower, I got out and prayed for a moment of peace to clear my mind and channel my emotions, drying my hair with the towel.“I think I need a change,” I said, looking at my completely naked self in the mirror.Ilaria had called me a couple of days ago to invite me to train with her. She gave a lame excuse that her body was out of shape because of motherhood, which was completely false. I had seen her in a swimsuit recently, and she was perfect. I knew Ilaria did it for me, and I really appreciated it. At that moment, I was so immersed in my misery that I rejected the offer, but maybe it was time to accept it. It wouldn't hurt to learn self-defense in this shitty world. My parents never allowed it, but I supposed Enzo wouldn't have a problem with it considering his dead wife was apparently a personification of Xena.I got out of the bathroom and looked for something to wear in the closet. My heart was beating fast because I was finally leaving this place.I needed

AriannaWhen Marco heard her, the man raised his head from the phone he was glued to, and when his eyes settled on me, his jaw dropped. He wasn't pretending; my ego soared to the stratosphere when I saw his reaction.“You like it?” I asked, with a smug grin.“You... you're beautiful. Not that you weren't before, it's just that now…” he stuttered, and I laughed to lighten the mood.“Relax,” I said softly. “Let’s go, it’s late.” Indeed, by the time we left, it was already nighttime. “Do you want to eat?” I asked my bodyguard. “I'll treat you to dinner.”“That wouldn't look good, ma’am. I think it’s better if we go. The Don must be about to return and wants you to be home by then.”I laughed bitterly. “Please, Marco, we both know that he doesn't give a damn if I’m at home or not. He never sees us anyway, and he always gets home after midnight when I’m already asleep. I’m sure that right now, while we’re here, he’s having fun with some prostitute.”Marco didn't respond because he knew I w

AriannaHis voice was like ice, suddenly cutting through all the fire. “Where are your rings?”“In the same place where this farce of a marriage is, stored away in a drawer,” I replied, my heart skipping a beat.Rage returned to Enzo's face, but I didn't back down. I had come this far; I was fed up. If he wanted to kill me, I thought, let him do it once and for all.“You can't take off your rings, much less if you're going out,” he scolded, gritting his teeth.“You don't wear yours,” I countered, looking at his hand. He had never worn it. Since we had stepped foot in New York, I hadn't seen him wear it even once.“It's different.”“Why?” I questioned, poking his chest with my finger. “Because you're a man? Because you can do whatever you want with your life and with your cock, but I can't?”“Because it's my brand!” he roared. “Those f*cking rings shout to the world that you're mine!”“I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone, and I'm tired, Enzo. I'm tired of being treated like merchan