All Chapters of Wife: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Just because she has my last name doesn’t mean she’s family. You certainly aren’t.”Now I regretted killing my father even more. If I hadn’t, none of this would be happening. “I get that you’re angry, but I don’t think you’re as heartless as you pretend to be. You’ve been sitting with me for thirty minutes now, when you have a million things to do. You give me your time when you claim I don’t deserve it. You threaten to kill me when we both know you can’t pull the trigger. You have the right to be mad at me, but at least try to be my brother. That’s all I ask.”15Sofia“You want me to have dinner with your brother?” When Hades came home, he was in worse shape than his last visit. Making amends with his brother was pressing stress all over his body, making him more exhausted than he’d ever been. I’d do anything to help him, but I was surprised he’d asked.“Yes.” He sat next to me on the couch, his arm behind my shoulders. His body was pivoted toward me, his hand resting on my thigh.

It didn’t seem like I’d be able to achieve anything tonight, but I didn’t want to get up and walk away. My husband had already tried his best to make amends, but he failed. If I failed too, we’d be out of options. “Ash, I can read people pretty well. I can see that you’re angry with your brother, that you can’t forgive him for what he did. But I can also tell that you care about him. You wouldn’t be drinking your scotch and hating his company if that weren’t the case. We aren’t asking you to forget the past. We aren’t even asking for your forgiveness. Just a chance.”Ash looked away from both of us. The steak he ordered was sitting in front of him, abandoned. No one had touched their food because none of us had an appetite. His eyes wandered around, taking his time as he considered what to say. The air was pregnant with tension, packed so tightly my muscles ached. “My brother is no saint. Neither am I. That’s one thing we actually have in common. But we haven’t spoken in years, and I

There was a pause, as if he were intrigued. “You gonna drink scotch with me, sweetheart?”“Yes…if you’ll have me.”He was quiet for a while, suspicion creeping in. “Just you? He put you up to this?”“Yes. You and me.” She turned her gaze back to me, reading my expression as she kept the conversation going. “And yes, he put me up to this, but that shouldn’t matter.”“I never say no to a beautiful woman, especially if scotch is involved. Maybe I can talk you into leaving him for me. Wouldn’t be my first time.”“Never gonna happen, but give it your best shot.”“A devoted woman…that’s hot.” It sounded like he was walking as he spoke, the wind raspy over the phone. “How about we meet at a bar tonight? Eight o’clock. And don’t bring that bitch with you.”“Fine.”I reached out my hand to take the phone.Sofia handed it over.I put the phone to my ear and made my usual threats. “Try anything and I’ll kill you, Ash.”He gave a slight chuckle. “Don’t trust me? Ironic. You’re the one who murders

HadesI knew my wife respected me when she didn’t ask any questions.We had returned to Florence, and I sat on the balcony, letting the darkness wrap around me like a warm blanket on a cold day. My elbow rested on the arm of the chair, my fingertips against my chin. Summer was officially over; fall was on the way.Accepting the truth was like swallowing an enormous pill. It didn’t matter how much water I drank, I couldn’t get it down. I always got what I wanted, never stopped until I was a victor, but this time, I couldn’t win. Getting someone to obey you through force, torture, and money was easy. But getting someone to forgive you… That couldn’t be forced.So, I failed.Without my brother’s forgiveness, my life would be exactly the same. I would love a woman who would never love me back. Every day, my heart would grow for her, but hers would never change.Fucking depressing.But I had to accept it.Loving a woman who didn’t love me back was better than not loving her at all.I stare

I walked to the drawer and looked down at the collection of watches. All different, all unique. Some were white gold, some were black, and some had leather straps. “Did you buy all of these?”He unbuttoned his shirt, undoing each button until the shirt opened and revealed his perfect physicality. “No.” He pulled his shirt off his arms and tossed it aside. Now he stood with perfect posture, tight arms, and a core so strong he was nothing but lines and muscle. “Most of them were gifts.” He reached inside and grabbed a white-gold one. He turned it over and showed me the engraving underneath. “Damien gave me this for my birthday a few years ago.”I could see the small letters. It read, Happy Birthday, Asshole.“That was sweet…” The corners of my lips tugged into a smile when I read the message his closest friend wrote.He returned the watch back to the velvet lining.“Can I look at them?”He turned to me, giving me that intense stare that always made me melt. “You can do whatever you want