บททั้งหมดของ Contract with the Cold-Hearted Mafia Boss: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Luca's POVThe slap still stung across my cheek, but I couldn't help smiling. Lena's fire only made her more appealing, especially with that pregnant glow making her skin luminous and her breasts fuller than before. There was something intoxicating about a woman carrying new life, something that made my blood run hot with possibilities."I'll drive you home," I said, hefting her shopping bags with deliberate casualness. "It's the least I can do after my little accident.""That's not necessary," she said quickly, reaching for her bags. "I have my own car.""That little BMW? Lena, you shouldn't be driving in your condition. What if you got dizzy? What if something happened to the baby?"The magic words. In our world, nothing trumped the safety of an unborn heir, especially one carrying Venturi blood."Besides," I continued, pulling out my phone, "I should probably call Isabella and let her know I'm taking care of you. She'd want to know you're being looked after properly."Lena's eyes w

Lena's POV"You're wrong," I said. "I would never let someone like Luca touch me, no matter how desperate I become."Salvatore's eyebrow arched slightly. "How noble of you.""It's not about nobility. It's about what I need." I turned to face him fully in the backseat of the Bentley. "I need Venturi blood. Nico's blood. Not some random assault from a predator I can't control.""And why exactly do you believe my blood would serve your purposes?"I took a breath, choosing my words carefully."You and Nico share the same parents, the same bloodline. Your facial structure, your coloring, even your height... you're remarkably similar. Any child born from your DNA would be indistinguishable from one carrying Nico's genetics.""So you've reduced this to a genetic compatibility assessment. How romantic.""This isn't about romance," I snapped. "This is about survival. About giving my husband hope and your family an heir.""My heir becoming his heir. Tell me, Lena, why should I create a child th

Lena's POVMy heart hammered against my ribs as Salvatore's hand released me and he stepped back. I immediately glanced toward the house, panic flooding my chest at the thought that Isabella might have witnessed that intimate touch.But she was no longer standing alone in the doorway. Maria had appeared beside her, the elderly housekeeper gesturing animatedly as she spoke in rapid Italian. Isabella's attention was completely focused on their conversation, her head tilted toward Maria with obvious interest.Had Maria deliberately distracted her? The timing seemed too perfect to be coincidental. But why would our housekeeper help me? Maria had been with the family for over fifteen years, long before I'd married into it. She owed me no special loyalty.As the Bentley pulled away from the estate, I tried to process what had just happened. Salvatore's touch had been brief but unmistakably intentional, a claiming gesture that sent heat spiraling through my body despite my fear of discovery.

Lena's POVThe room was filled with display walls that stretched from floor to ceiling, organized with the precision of a high-end boutique. Everything was arranged on elegant wooden panels and glass cases, lit by subtle spotlights that gave the space an almost museum-like quality.Metal and leather restraints hung in neat rows. Handcuffs with velvet linings, ankle restraints in various materials, and belts in different widths and textures. There were specialized chairs with various attachments, suspension equipment that looked more like modern art installations, and an array of items designed to limit sight, sound, or speech.This wasn't some crude dungeon from a horror movie."Have you ever worked with any of these before?" Lilith asked, gesturing casually at the wall displays.I shook my head mutely."Don't worry, darling," she said. "Most women come to us with no experience at all. That's actually preferable. No bad habits to unlearn."She began walking along the displays, pointin

Lena's POVLilith's eyebrows rose in surprise as she studied my face. "That's quite unusual," she said, settling back into her chair. "Most women spend weeks, sometimes months, preparing before they feel ready to face Salvatore directly. You've only been training for three days."I remained kneeling beside her chair, my hands folded in the submissive posture she'd taught me. Every muscle in my body ached from the intensive training, but I couldn't afford to show weakness now."I understand it's unusual, But I have... time constraints.""What kind of constraints?"I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't explain that my supposed pregnancy would be exposed as a lie if I didn't become actually pregnant within the next two weeks. Instead, I focused on what I could share."I just need this to work quickly," I said. "Please. I'll do whatever it takes to prove I'm ready.""Darling, rushing into this is the fastest way to get yourself killed. Salvatore doesn't appreciate women who overestima