Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Alexandro went into the bathroom.I stood in the living room of this apartment, still in the same clothes. In my hand, I held the paper and pen he had given me. Plain white paper and a black pen with plenty of ink.I was given time to write while he showered.I sat on the sofa and stared at the paper.I thought about it. What did I want? What did I need? What could make me feel safe with a man who had hurt me many times but also protected me many times?First. He must not cheat. That was the most important point. I couldn't live with the fear that every time he left town.I wrote.1. Alexandro De Luca must not have intimate relations with any other woman while still married to me. Including but not limited to: cheating, having a mistress, having sex with prostitutes, or having sexual relations with ex-girlfriends.Second point. Honesty. No more lies. No more secrets. No more information hidden to "protect me."1. Alexandro De Luca must be honest about everything related to our safety

"Aaahhh! Fuck!"That word came out of my mouth without me being able to hold it back. I never cursed, but tonight, with my body wide open in front of him, with him thrusting into me deep and hard, that word shot out like an overflow of something too big to contain.Alexandro smiled. A predator's smile that knew he had won."A curse word," he said between his movements that didn't slow down. "I've never heard you talk like that.""I-ahh... because you... because you...""Because I what?"He pushed deeper. I lost my words. All that came out of my mouth were long moans, unclear, meaningless, only sounds showing that I had no control over my own body.His hands, which had been holding my waist, now grabbed my hands. He gripped my wrists, pulling them above my head. One of his hands was enough to hold both of my hands. I couldn't move. I could only lie on the sofa, naked, exposed, completely under his power."Ale... this... ahh...""Be quiet. I'm not done yet."He sped up his movements. Ea

Days passed. My life as a wife, no longer a contract wife but a real one, was still the same.I didn’t feel any drastic change. Only the contract paper burning in the fireplace, only the words "I love you" whispered in the middle of the night, only a warm feeling slowly filling my chest every time I looked at Alexandro’s face.But the outside world didn’t change.I still had to be escorted wherever I went. Gianna was still faithfully by my side, her eyes always alert, her hands always ready. Two other bodyguards always followed from a safe distance in the same car, or different cars, or sometimes I didn’t know where they were, but I knew they were there. Marco said it was for security, and Alexandro said it was for his peace of mind.So I stayed quiet and I accepted it.I went to college as usual. Maya and my other new friends had become part of my daily life. We had lunch together at the cafeteria, laughed in the hallways, sometimes stayed up late working on group assignments at the

We went home when the sky was completely dark. I changed into comfortable clothes.Alexandro sat in the living room, reading a book or maybe just pretending to read. I didn't know. What I did know was that I had to finish an assignment from my lecturer. Human Resource Management, about a case analysis of leadership in a multinational company.I sat at my small desk in the corner of the living room. I opened my laptop. I opened the assignment file. I started typing."Transformational leadership is a leadership style that..."I stayed focused."According to Robbins and Judge, there are four dimensions of transformational leadership..."My mind drifted to Elena, to Davian, to my missing uncle, to my aunt crying on the phone, but I pulled it back. Focus. This assignment had to be finished tonight."First, idealized influence. Second, inspirational motivation..."I typed, deleted, typed again, deleted again. I wasn't satisfied with the paragraph I'd written. I read it again. Boring and sha

That afternoon, after we got home from the orphanage, I sat on the living room sofa holding my phone. Tired but happy, because the children's smiles were still fresh in my mind. But my happiness slowly faded as I opened social media.Trending topics."Alexandro De Luca Visits Orphanage, Shows Humane Side of Wealthy Businessman.""Alexandro De Luca's Appearance Steals Attention, Netizens Can't Focus on Charity.""10 Great Women Who Have Been Close to Alexandro De Luca."I read those headlines one by one.Photos of Alexandro filled my timeline. His handsome face, his sharp gaze, his tall, muscular body in a black shirt, all on full display. The photo of him looking at the blue eyed little boy. The photo of him walking in the orphanage yard. The photo of him talking to the orphanage staff.And where was I?I searched and scrolled down. In those photos, I was either absent or I was there but not visible. In one photo, only my arm appeared. In another, only my hair at the edge of the frame