All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Mommy?”“Yes, sweetheart?”“Who was that guy you were talking to?” she asked curiously.Who was he again?“A-Ah… his name is Gary. He’s a friend of mine,” I replied, even though I wasn’t sure if he was really Olivia’s friend.Stephie nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. She went back to watching something on her iPad.But my thoughts drifted back to the man who approached me earlier.The way he spoke to me… it seemed like he and Olivia were close.A coffee with him?I shook my head at the thought. Why would I do that? I’m not even the person he knows.But… aren’t you curious?Without realizing it, I glanced at Steffano, who was busy reading something on his iPad.Where is Olivia, anyway?I flinched slightly when he suddenly looked at me.“Any problem?” he asked, raising a brow.I quickly shook my head and turned my gaze outside the window.I hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days, and only now did the exhaustion fully hit me. My eyelids grew heavy… and before I knew it, I

“Your husband is taking quite a long time in the restroom, isn’t he, Olivia?” one of Steffano’s former classmates asked me.I only gave a polite smile and avoided his gaze. I picked up the bottle of non-alcoholic drink Alexa had ordered for me and took a sip. I didn’t care if they thought I was being aloof—I just didn’t want to say anything wrong and risk someone discovering that I wasn’t really Olivia.Besides, I wasn’t comfortable around them—especially the three men who arrived last.“Are you okay?” Alexa asked, now seated beside me since Lucian had also gone to the restroom.“Do you think the line in the restroom is long?” I asked.She made a face and scratched her cheek. “Maybe he had to take care of something work-related, that’s why it’s taking a while. Do you want to go to the restroom too? Let’s retouch—my makeup’s probably a mess already,” she laughed, linking her arm with mine as she pulled me up.“We’re just going to the restroom, guys,” Alexa called out.Alexa pulled me a

I opened my eyes with a heavy head, my throat unbearably dry.“W-water…” I croaked as I tried to sit up, wincing at the weight in my body.I pressed a hand to my forehead and shut my eyes when the light hit them too harshly.“Here.”Someone held my hand and placed a glass in it. I immediately brought it to my lips, relief washing over me as the cold liquid slid down my throat.“More water?”I opened my eyes, about to nod—then froze when I saw Steffano.He was only wearing a bathrobe. His damp hair trailed down to his chest, and his gaze was fixed on my… bare chest.I dropped the glass and screamed, quickly covering myself with my arm.“W-what happened?”“What do you think?”I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging as I felt soreness in my body.I shut my eyes tightly, fragments of last night flashing through my mind—sounds, laughter, breathless moans… my own voice.“T-that wasn’t a dream?”“No. You weren’t dreaming, Rebecca. Why don’t you take a shower so you can—”“You took advantage of me

STEFFANOI don’t do cuddling after sex… so what am I doing now?I thought to myself as I looked at Rebecca, completely exhausted after the countless times we had each other. My hand lifted on its own, gently brushing her cheek.She let out a soft moan and pulled herself closer to me. I swallowed hard when something in my chest stirred.No. This is just lust.Exclusively hers? Goddamn it. Where did that even come from?She shifted and slowly pulled away from me. My hand instinctively moved to pull her back into my arms, but after a minute, I clenched my fist instead and sat up.Don’t fall into the same trap again, Steffano.What you feel for each other is just physical. Nothing more.I got up and went to the walk-in closet to get dressed. When I came back, the blanket that had been covering Rebecca had slipped off. My gaze fell on her bare body, and I cursed under my breath as I felt my arousal return.Running a hand through my hair, I walked over and slipped one of my shirts onto her.

STEFFANOI lifted the still-warm takeout containers with a grin from Aunt Cora and Uncle Ferdie’s place. In my other hand, I carried a brown bag filled with formula milk and diapers for our twins, Savvy and Stephie.Last week, Olivia broke down in tears. She said she couldn’t breastfeed them properly anymore—her milk wasn’t enough. Good thing I managed to earn a little today. At least now, I could buy what they needed.She’ll smile this time… I’m sure of it.Ever since the twins turned one month old, Olivia had been distant. Irritable. Sad. Alexa told me it might be postpartum depression.Which meant I needed to step up. I had to find a stable job—something real—so I could finally get her checked by a doctor.I was starting to feel ashamed… always running to my friends whenever things got tough.“Damn, Steffano, that smells good! Share some, man!” Roy called out, raising his beer bottle as his drinking buddies laughed.“Sorry, man. This is for my wife,” I said, shaking my head.“A