All Chapters of Wife: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“She does,” I said. “She’s just stubborn.” I kissed Maria on the cheek. “How are you holding up, Maria?”“I’ve been better,” she said with a sigh. “But I’m thrilled by this gorgeous ring you gave Sofia.” She grabbed her daughter’s left hand and examined the diamonds. “Perfect clarity…and the perfect size for her slender hand.”Sofia kept up her attitude.Maria turned back to me. “I spoke with the manager of the hotel, and the ballroom is free in two weeks. How do you feel about getting married on such short notice?”“Two weeks?” Sofia asked incredulously. “That’s way too soon—”“I’d marry her tomorrow if there was availability.” I looked at Sofia as I said those words. She would be mine soon, whether it was in a few weeks or a couple months. I already owned her in so many ways.“That’s so sweet,” Maria said. “So, we’ll do two weeks.”“How am I going to get a dress by then?” Sofia asked. “Or drop a few pounds?”I couldn’t control the chuckle that escaped my lips. She really had no idea

She lifted her gaze again. “I’ve known you for years, but I feel like I don’t know you at all.”“What do you want to know?” I’d never discouraged her from asking questions. I’d been an open book from day one. But she’d wanted our relationship to be nothing but sex, so all the deep conversations lovers usually had were missing. She tried to keep our relationship sterile so I would never mean anything to her…but she ended up with me anyway. It was ironic.“I don’t know where to start.”“Have dinner with me tonight. We’ll talk then.” I couldn’t wait until she was mine, until I could rip off her clothes and take her as my wife. Fantasies played in my mind on a nightly basis, dreams so vivid I could actually feel her pussy around my dick. Other women felt like trolls compared to the woman I actually wanted. I was committed to a woman I wasn’t even fucking, and it caused me to lose my mind.Maybe dinner and some wine would loosen her up, would get her to drop her walls and let me in. Maybe

“No. Not at all.”“Oh…” Dinner was abandoned because our conversation took hold of everything. “I can tell this makes you really uncomfortable, so we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You can share as much or as little with me as you want. It doesn’t change my decision to marry you.”“It might.”Her green eyes showed fear because she took me seriously.“I killed him.” I couldn’t meet her gaze as I confessed my sins, as I told her I’d killed my own flesh and blood. I’d aimed right between his eyes and pulled the trigger. It had to be done…but it’d haunted me ever since.She was speechless. What else could she be?“I have an older brother. We don’t speak.” Mentioning my brother seemed anticlimactic after what I’d said about my father.She was still quiet, clearly in shock. “Why would you do that?”“I didn’t have a choice.”“What does that mean?” she whispered.I’d invited her over in the hope of rekindling our physical relationship. Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen

Hands wrapped around my waist and a hard chest pressed against my back. His familiar cologne enveloped me, smothered me with his smell. His arms squeezed my frame, reminding me I was his.His face rested against my neck, and he held me close, no longer putting on a show because there were no witnesses. Now he grabbed me because he wanted to, pressed the firmness of his dick into my back so I would know what came next. “Let’s go home.”He drove us to his place.I mean, our place.With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, he drove down the quiet streets and parked in the underground garage underneath his building.My heart started to pump harder the closer we came to our destination. I’d slept with him before so there would be no surprises, but a part of me was still afraid of what it would mean. It would consummate our union. It would bond me to him, make me permanently his. I wouldn’t go home afterward like I usually did. That was my home…that was my bed.I would n

It was nine in the morning when I woke up to him getting dressed.He stood in jeans and a t-shirt, clasping one of his watches onto his wrist.It was way too early to wake up after the night we had, so where was he going that was so important? I sat up and pulled the hair from my face, my eyes so tired, I could barely keep them open. “Where are you going?”“Work.” He grabbed his wallet and phone and slipped them into his pocket.“On a Sunday?”“Every day. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He headed out the door.“It’s the day after our wedding, and you’re going to run off?” I didn’t expect anything romantic, but I was surprised he would take off and leave.He stood in the doorway and stared at me. “Don’t worry. We’ll fuck when I get back.”“That’s not why I’m—”He shut the door and left.I lay back in bed and felt the fatigue overtake me. I fell back to sleep within minutes and slept until past noon. I showered and got ready for the day even though I didn’t have any plans. Since it was my