All Chapters of Sinful Intention(The Mafia Lord second wife) : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marisol chuckled at her silly imagination, still holding the knife close to Aurora’s neck. She was about to carry out what she had planned in her imagination when the door suddenly opened. Marisol gasped in shock as she saw Sasha standing by the door. “What are you up to, little devil?” Sasha whispered. Marisol ran to meet her, hugging her tightly in the dark. “I know she is a fake mom. I’m going to end her so you can end up with Dad and bring my mom back for me. I can’t wait for the happy pill, Sasha, and I’m sorry for hurting you by being close to her.” Sasha smiled and patted her hair calmly before going to pick up the knife. She walked back to Marisol and pulled her hand. “So tell me… What’s your plan for your fake momma?” She whispered. ***** ***** Aurora woke up, stretching her arms wide with a smile. She turned to check on Marisol, but she was gone. “Sorry, little Angel… Your mom is also a baby.” “Fuck!!!” Aurora cursed, holding her tummy. “Ahhh!” she groaned, sta

Aurora’s breath caught in her throat. The filthy words he’d just whispered against her ear echoed in her head like a gunshot. *I want to fuck your little creamy pussy.* She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve pushed him away, screamed, run out of the room. Instead… she just stood there, heart hammering so loud she was sure he could hear it. Vincenzo’s grip on her waist tightened, his thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles over the bare skin just above the waistband of her shorts. His lips hovered near her ear again, voice low and rough. “You’re not running,” he murmured. “Why aren’t you running, Aurora?” She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Because… because you’re an asshole who thinks saying something disgusting makes you powerful.” He let out a dark, quiet chuckle that vibrated against her neck. “Disgusting?” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes; his eyes dark, stormy, and far too intense. “You’re still here. Your pupils are blown w

Vincenzo grabbed a bottle of water from the side table, twisted the cap off, and poured it roughly over Aurora’s face. She gasped awake, coughing and sputtering, the cold shock pulling her back from the edge of unconsciousness.She struggled to her feet, legs trembling, blood soaking through her sundress from the knife wound in her shoulder. She tried to run stumbling round the living room but Vincenzo was right behind her, a roaring storm of rage. He hurled a vase against the wall, shattered a lamp, kicked over a chair anything in his path exploded into pieces.Vincenzo groaned like a monster as the memories clawed their way back to the surface.Lord Lucifer West Pecaminoso his father, the ruthless Asia mafia don had forced him, at just ten years old, to kill his own mother on his birthday. He could still see it so clearly: his mother had planned a secret surprise party for him, balloons and a small cake hidden in the slave quarters. But Vincenzo had been locked in the dung

Aurora adjusted further on the table, and her sundress shifted higher… revealing the soft curve of her thigh.“Maybe I could have just celebrated your birthday like this instead…” She touched his chest again, her fingertips light but deliberate.Vincenzo was lost for a moment; lost in the fact that it was *naive* Aurora speaking. Her voice was still soft and fragile… and it was turning him on more than he wanted to admit. He stared at her skin; the dim red lights cast long, sinful shadows across it.His eyes drifted to her lap, and he groaned unconsciously.“Aurora…”“Get off my table.”She tilted her head, letting a few strands of hair fall across her face. Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.“No,” she whispered.He clenched his jaw so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek.“You’re playing with fire.”“Then burn me,” she whispered, leaning forward just enough for the neckline of her dress to dip lower.The petal necklace he had given her rested right between her breasts, catchi

The Morocco mission prep kicks off the next morning in the underground training bunker deep beneath the mansion, where the air smells like gunpowder, sweat, and cold concrete. This isn't some Hollywood montage with dramatic music and slow-motion flips. This is Imperio Pecaminoso training: brutal, calculated, and designed to turn people into weapons or break them trying.Vincenzo runs it like a demon…. A devil….**6:00 AM – Wake-up Call** No alarm. Just the lights slamming on full blast, followed by Salvatore banging a metal pipe against the wall like a war drum. “Up! Move! You sleep when you're dead or when Governor's Sean son is dead. Your choice.”Aurora woke up in her room upstairs, heart still racing from last night's guilt…. She barely slept; body aching, mind replaying Vincenzo's fingers, his whisper, the way he left her hanging. She drags herself down, already dreading the day.**6:15 AM – Gear & Briefing** Everyone in black tactical gear no logos, no names, just mat