All Chapters of Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DELIAMy door slammed behind me before I even realized I’d reached the hallway.I was shaking with rage.With fear.With humiliation.And worst of all, I couldn't shake the sound of Leandro's voice in my head..“Get me a girl.”“I want to relax.”Relax.Right.Relax by sleeping with the first woman Matteo dragged upstairs like a takeout order.And I remembered it.His rule.His motto.That stupid thing he’d said with cold, bored certainty..“I don’t sleep with a woman twice.”Meaning whatever girl he was with tonight, whoever was in there right now…she was just a single-use distraction.Like a cigarette he’d smoke and flick away.And yet somehow that still burned.I threw myself onto my bed, not caring that my pillow flew off and hit the floor.My entire body felt hot, tight, and restless like my skin was too small and I was being cooked alive from the inside out.I pressed my fists to my temple, squeezing my eyes shut.Priyanka's screaming was still echoing in my head. The way she s

DELIAThe valet opened the sleek black Cavalli Limousine and I entered, my hands were shaking as the door closed.The city lights outside looked like long, colorful lines, but I wasn't thinking about them. I was thinking about how Leandro looked at me, what Matteo said, and how I'm stuck in this crazy, bad situation.“Miss Delia,” Matteo said softly from the front seat, his voice barely above a whisper. “The boss… expects you to smile tonight.”I sat in the limousine, staring straight ahead, trying to gather my thoughts. How could I smile when I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare? My conversation with Matteo played in my head - the lie, Leandro's reaction... I saw something real in his eyes, something that looked like fear or hope. But it hit me - who'd want to bring a kid into this world? Where people kill without thinking, pain is normal, and mercy doesn't exist?I took a shaky breath. Why did that moment stay with me? Maybe it was because, for a second, he seemed normal. Not t

LEANDRO’S POVHer hurtful words kept ringing in my ears. “No one loves you,” and it felt like a punch to the gut. I was furious and hurt. I couldn't focus on anything else - the people around me, the walls, the blood on the floor - everything faded away. All I saw was her.Only Delia.Standing in front of me with shaking shoulders and stubborn fire in her eyes.Too fragile for my world.Too daring for her own good.And God help me too difficult to look away from.I stepped closer.One step.Then another.The air in the basement was thick with tension. She looked me straight in the eye, without fear or regret. It was like she was daring me to make a move. She was beautiful, but also dangerous - the kind of woman who could destroy men like me.“Look at you,” I murmured, voice low, even. Too calm. “Talking about love as if it keeps empires from burning.”Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down.“Maybe if you tried it,” she fired, “you wouldn’t need hyenas to do your punishment for

LEANDRO’S POVSleep refused to come.I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling, trying to forget about her. But it wasn't working. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Delia. She must be hungry, thirsty and weak but still hasn't broken.She was still fighting. I was getting frustrated. Three days had passed, and she still hadn't given up. I rolled over and rubbed my face, feeling my jaw hurt from clenching it so tight. I thought to myself. “I shouldn't care about her." She did something wrong, and she deserved the punishment. But... the room was too quiet, and I was feeling really uncomfortable. I didn't like it. I was trying to push her out of my head, but it wasn't working. I kept thinking about her.I exhaled sharply, sitting up. I grabbed the glass of whisky on the nightstand, took a long sip, and set it down harder than necessary.Was she still sitting upright?Was she shivering?Did she regret challenging me?Did she think of me at all?“Stop,” I muttered to

DELIADarkness pulled away from me slowly like heavy curtains being dragged open.My head throbbed. My throat felt dry, painfully dry. My body… weak, bruised, hollow.But I was awake.For real this time.I blinked several times until the ceiling came into focus. It wasn’t the basement. It wasn’t the cage. It was a bedroom. His bedroom. Warm light, expensive sheets, the faint smell of his cologne in the air.My lips parted.Where…?A soft gasp left me when I tried to sit up. My bones felt like they were filled with sand. My muscles screamed. But I pushed anyway, dragging myself upright.The room was empty.No Leandro sitting beside my bed.No warm hand holding mine.No deep voice whispering apologies.No pain in his eyes.A small ache tugged at my chest.Before I could think too deeply about it, the door opened quietly.One of the maids stepped in, holding a tray of water and soup.She paused when she saw me awake fully. “Miss Delia! You… you’re awake! Thank the heavens.”I swallowed