All Chapters of The Wrong Mafia Bride: His Second Chance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Belladonna fixed her gaze back on Dominic. Her eyes glistening with tears that tracked down her cheeks, pierced him like a dagger. She loathed him with every fiber of her being. Perhaps if she died, he would finally stop.“Are you satisfied now? If not, there’s still my other cheek for you to strike. And if that’s still not enough, you’re welcome to strangle me to death!” Belladonna spat, her words sharp and laced with venom.“That’s enough, Belladonna! Don’t get on my nerves even more. Look at yourself, have you lost your damn mind? How many times do I have to tell you? Stop wasting your time on something useless!” Dominic snapped back, his voice dripping with fury.Belladonna let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “You’ve never owed a damn thing to anyone, so you have no idea how it feels.” Her chest heaved as she fought for breath. “I’m sick of all this. Your cruelty, your twisted games, the endless debts held over my head… I just want to escape it all!”Wiping her tears away hurriedly, a

The sound of Belladonna’s ringing phone woke Dominic up for a second, but he ignored it, simply pulling her back into his arms. The ringing stopped briefly, only to start up all over again shortly after. It was starting to get on Dominic's nerves. He grew curious, suddenly wanting to see why her phone was going off non-stop.Carefully, Dominic slipped his arm out from under Belladonna’s resting head. He moved with practiced caution so he wouldn't wake her. The phone chimed again, and Dominic hurried to grab it before it could make another sound. He didn't want Belladonna waking up if it kept ringing. He had to look at it before she opened her eyes.Without wasting a second, Dominic reached for Belladonna’s bag sitting nearby. The phone lit up with another notification, and as Dominic read the reminder on the screen, his eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown. He didn't understand it, and he couldn't help but ask himself: what the hell does this mean?Dominic assumed her phone would

Belladonna had no idea that her encounter with Carlos would drag on, pulling her straight into deep trouble. Unbeknownst to her, that man had been waiting for her on purpose; she was exactly the prey he was targeting.Seeing Carlos make his way toward her, Belladonna put on a sour face as she and Estelle were about to head home. Giving her a wave, a charming smile was plastered on his lips. He flawlessly played the part of the polite, good guy."Who is he? How come he seems to know you?" Estelle asked Belladonna, curiosity written all over her face."He's a VIP guest. I just met him earlier.""A guest you just met?" Estelle stared at Belladonna, then shot a glance over at Carlos. The guy was ridiculously handsome, in her opinion. A sudden thought hit her— he would make the perfect rival for Dominic. "You should get closer to him, Bella," she whispered."What?" Belladonna glared at her best friend in unbelievable shock. Had Estelle completely lost her mind, telling her to do something

The wish of Belladonna to call a truce only fed the gnawing, ugly suspicion in Dominic’s gut. He was not impressed at all. Actually, the second the words 'call a truce' left her mouth, his brows had snapped into a dark scowl. He immediately put his men on her, ordering them to secretly track her every move and making sure that every single detail of Belladonna’s actions was recorded and reported to him without missing a single thing.Everything was triggered by her attention to her look coming out of nowhere, leading him to become even more suspicious; not to mention that she wanted a peaceful day was just the nail in the coffin. He was dead set on the idea that she was falling for another guy, and he had to figure out whether his hunch was right or not.He had his men to keep an eye on her not far from the restaurant. They watched her like hawks, but so far? Nothing. Everything looked perfectly normal. On top of the ground team, Dominic was watching her himself through a video feed t

"Don't act like some clueless idiot like you can actually play me! Even if I don't want you, you're still my fucking wife. You don't get to act like a cheap slut before I officially throw you out." His voice was a lethal hiss right in her face, barely masking the raging inferno of jealousy. His grip tightened, cutting off her air, his dark eyes stripping away her defenses. "How the fuck do you have the nerve to play with fire behind my back?""I really don't get it!" Belladonna choked out, fighting for air. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her legs kicked wildly, and her small hands desperately beat against his rock-solid arm. "Please, can you just tell me what's going on without doing this?""You walked out of a private room with that bastard. What exactly were you two doing in there? Is everything I give you not enough? Or are you just such a whore you needed another guy to scratch the itch?" Dominic spat, his tone dripping with disdain and mockery. His rage was spiraling out of contr