All Chapters of Contract with the Cold-Hearted Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lena's POVSicily greeted us with the scent of lemon groves and sea salt, carried on warm Mediterranean winds. As our car wound through narrow mountain roads toward Palermo.The landscape was both beautiful and forbidding, marked by crumbling Norman churches and fortress-like villages that seemed carved from the very rock they perched upon.Salvatore had barely spoken during the three-hour drive from Catania airport. Every few minutes, his phone would buzz with messages in rapid Italian that made his jaw clench tighter.Our hotel was a converted palazzo in Palermo's historic quarter, its baroque facade hiding modern luxury behind ancient stone walls. The Venturi family had maintained the presidential suite here for decades, using it as a secure base when family business required their presence on the island."The family estate is only twenty kilometers from here," Salvatore explained as we checked in. "But it's been watched by rival families for years. Too dangerous to stay there dire

Lena's POVRuggero glanced at his expensive watch and sighed dramatically. "Ah, duty calls. I have another appointment across town, though I'd much rather spend the evening in such charming company."He rose from his chair with obvious reluctance, straightening his suit jacket. "Think about my invitation, bella mia. The festival tomorrow night could be magical."After he left, the suite felt oddly empty. Salvatore remained in his bedroom, and I could hear him moving around, preparing for another of his mysterious nighttime excursions. By ten PM, he was gone again, leaving me alone with Marco's silent presence and my churning thoughts.I tried to read, but my mind kept returning to Ruggero's words about Salvatore's childhood, about the event thirteen years ago that had changed everything. What had happened to transform a mischievous boy into the cold, controlled man I knew?Sleep came fitfully, filled with fragmented dreams of bell towers and olive groves, of a young Salvatore with la

Ruggero's POVI watched Lena's face carefully as my words sank in."I could help you conceive the child you need," I said gently, keeping my voice low and intimate. "It would be my honor to provide what Salvatore cannot or will not give you.""No." The word came out sharp and immediate. "Absolutely not."I had expected this initial refusal. Women like Lena always needed to maintain their dignity before considering practical solutions."I understand your reluctance, but consider the logic—""There's nothing to consider." She straightened in her chair, some of her composure returning. "I don't know what twisted game you're playing, but I'm not pregnant because I already am pregnant. With my husband's child."Admirable persistence, but her hands were trembling as she reached for her coffee cup. The small tell betrayed her despite her steady voice."Of course," I said smoothly. "How foolish of me to suggest otherwise."I let silence settle between us for a moment, watching her fidget with

Lena's POVI'd never seen Salvatore this angry before. His grip on me was iron-hard, his breathing harsh against my back, and when I tried to speak, the single look he gave me silenced any protest.I couldn't name what exactly terrified me. Was it the violence I'd witnessed in his eyes when he'd found me with Ruggero? The possessive way he'd claimed me as "his"?By the time we reached the hotel, my legs were shaking. Salvatore set me down in the suite's foyer. He moved to the bar cart and poured himself three fingers of whiskey, downing it in one swallow before turning to face me."Explain."I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly conscious of how disheveled I must look, my dress still wrinkled from Ruggero's hands."I didn't... it wasn't what it looked like.""Wasn't it? Because what it looked like was you throwing yourself at another man, sharing family business with an outsider, betraying every term of our contract.""I didn't tell him anything! I don't know how he knew about Nic

Lena's POVSalvatore's gaze calmly moved from my face to my chest, then to my legs. I felt the blood rush to my body, my face and neck burning, and my nipples, under his gaze, hardened. I could feel my panties soaking wet."Look at you, bitch," he said calmly. "You're so fucking wet even after being humiliated. Your body is a slutty bitch, just waiting to be fucked, right?"The shame washed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I couldn't argue with him."Tell me, Lena," he said, "Do you remember the first time we met?""Salvatore, please don't—""Answer me.""I do," I whispered, my legs no longer able to support me. "Nico was at the engagement party.""That's right. You wore a navy dress that night. A conservative neckline, the right length." He said, his fingers suddenly exploring my breasts.I jumped."You had your hair in a simple bun, talking to the other wives about Renaissance art, looking so intellectual."I found myself sinking deeper