All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EnzoI close the buttons on the sleeve of my jacket and leave my room. I stop at her door and hesitate whether I should knock. We still have a few minutes left, and I don't want to bother her. I keep regretting what I said to her a couple of days ago; I don't know why I have to be such an animal. She has barely spoken to me since that day.I decide to give her a few more minutes alone and continue to the living room to pour myself a drink before leaving. Spending more than twenty minutes locked in the car, considering how things are, doesn't bode well.I bring the glass to my lips, and after taking the first sip, I turn around and come face to face with her portrait. A long sigh leaves my body."You know you were everything to me, amore, and I hate the idea of not seeing you here, in every space of my life; but maybe she's right, Stella, this isn't fair to her."I take another sip to wash down the emotions stuck in my throat and fill my lungs with air before continuing."None of this

EnzoAn hour later, we leave there with my wife even angrier than she already was. On the way to Antonio's house, she doesn't say anything, and I don't bother her, but as soon as the door opens and Luciano runs to greet her, the expression on her face changes to one of absolute happiness.She lifts the little one into her arms and devours him with kisses. My nephew also covers her face with kisses."I think the little boss has a crush on your wife, Enzo," Fabrizio teases."Well, I don't blame him. You can see he has good taste already."I try to hug Arianna, but she slips away and heads towards Ilaria to greet her."Finally, you arrive," the Regina scolds."Enzo was busy," Arianna explains and kisses the little princess, who is playing in her mother's arms, on the head. She greets my friends and seems to ignore me.Ilaria guides us to the dining room, grumbling something about the food getting cold, and I stay a few steps behind with Antonio and Fabrizio."Is hell still frozen?" Anton

AriannaI couldn’t swallow a single bite. The nausea rolled through me in waves, and every time I lifted the fork to my mouth my throat closed like a fist. I pushed eggs around the plate, pretending, because I knew I had to eat—for both of us now.“Not hungry again?” Gina’s voice cut across the kitchen, sharp as broken glass. “Planning to run to the bathroom and puke it all up the second my back’s turned?”I dropped the fork with a clatter and turned to face her. “Why do you hate me so much, Gina? I’ve never once been rude to you. Is it because you’re in love with my husband?”She didn’t even blink. “Your husband?” A cold little laugh. “That man still belongs to her.” She jerked her chin toward the massive portrait of Stella hanging in the hallway, the one that watched me every time I walked past. “And I actually feel sorry for you, because a baby isn’t going to change anything. Everyone knows the Butcher doesn’t want kids. You think any of his whores never tried that trick? They knew

Enzo I arrive home after a long and exhausting day, but fortunately, everything is ready for the delivery, and after this, we will be fully consolidated above all other organizations. It’s a shame that things aren't going so well in my marriage."Good evening," I greet Marco and my wife's security personnel. "How was the day?""Everything normal, sir," Marco replies, but I notice he's somewhat nervous."Are you sure?" I question severely. "Any news regarding my wife?""Well, she went out in the afternoon, but it was only for a few minutes, everything normal."That situation strikes me as odd. For days, Arianna hasn't wanted to go out or do anything; she only went to dinner last night to avoid snubbing Ilaria on Thanksgiving."Where did she go?""Just to the pharmacy nearby.""What did she go to do there? Why didn't she ask for what she needed to be brought to her?""I told her that, sir, but she said she wanted to do it personally."The situation becomes increasingly strange, and I c

AriannaAn imaginary hammer violently strikes my head, and when the pain becomes unbearable, I open my eyes, disoriented. The place is dark, and it's hard for me to adjust. I blink a couple of times to see something, and after a few seconds, I do, but I don't recognize anything. It's just a dirty, cold room with a mattress on the floor where I'm lying. There's a chair in front of me, but nothing else.My heart begins to pound as fear starts to gain ground. I try to sit up to look for a way out, but my hands and feet are tied. With great effort, I manage to sit.Where am I?The answer to that question terrifies me because I don't want to believe what I'm thinking; I don't want to believe that this is really happening.The creak of the door opening startles me, and the halo of light that streams in allows me to see a little better around me, although nothing is encouraging or gives me a clue as to where I might be. A tall, well-built blonde man with a murderous expression enters, increa