Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Bab 181 - Bab 190

I didn't wait for Alexandro to change his mind. I immediately took Leo to the bathroom. The little boy was still in my arms, his arms wrapped tightly around my neck, his head resting on my shoulder. "Come on, Leo, let's take a bath," I said. "Bath?" He lifted his face. His blue eyes widened. "A bath with hot water?" "We can use warm water." In the bathroom, I filled the tub with warm water. Leo sat on a small stool while waiting. I poured bath foam into the water, strawberry scented, sweet, just like Leo. I took off his worn out clothes. The loose t shirt that was too big for his tiny body. The shorts that were already torn at the knees. "Leo is cold," he said. "Just a moment, sweetheart. The water is already warm." I lowered Leo into the tub. The warm water touched his skin. He laughed. Small and adorable. "Hot! Nice!" I took a sponge. I soaped it up. I started cleaning Leo's body. His tiny arms, his small shoulders, his thin back. I soaped up his curly blonde hair. White fo

Marco had prepared a room at the end of the hallway on the second floor. A small room with a single bed, clean white sheets, and a star shaped nightlight on the side table.Alexandro carried Leo to that room. The little boy was half asleep on his shoulder, his arms dangling limply, his breathing soft. Alexandro laid him down on the bed."Leo sleeps here," he said.But as soon as Leo's bottom touched the mattress, his eyes opened."No!" Leo crawled to the edge of the bed. His tiny hand reached out toward Lucia. "Leo wants to sleep with Lulu!"Lucia smiled. "Auntie Lucia, sweetheart, not Lulu.""Leo wants to sleep with Lulu!"Alexandro sighed. "This room is nice. There's a star on the ceiling."Leo stared at the star shaped nightlight for a moment. Then he looked back at Lucia."Leo wants to sleep with Lulu!" he repeated.Leo reached out both arms. "Carry me, Lulu!"Alexandro folded his arms across his chest, his face sour."You see this yourself. He's stubborn.""Just like his father w

Author's Pov. Alexandro remained silent. He stood behind his desk, both hands resting on the mahogany wood, his eyes staring blankly at the door that had already closed. Damien was gone. But his words still echoed in the room. This necklace was actually yours. You knew her, didn't you? Lucia's mother. Alexandro didn't move. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now empty. His mind drifted to the past. Twenty years ago. A young woman with long black hair and a warm smile. She worked in a small psychiatric hospital in Switzerland. Her name... her name... "Sir." Marco stood in the doorway. His face was tense, his hand gripping a tablet, ready to receive orders. Alexandro didn't answer. His eyes were still empty, staring at the wall across from him. "Should I eliminate Damien? One shot, it's done. No one will know," said Marco. "No need." Marco blinked. "Sir?" "Grant all his wishes for now." "Damien is not someone to be trusted. If we give him a little room

Author's PovThey got into the car. Black, large, with dark windows that couldn't be seen through from the outside. Alexandro sat in the front seat, next to Marco. Isabella sat in the back seat. A bodyguard sat beside her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid.The car drove away from the psychiatric hospital. Isabella kept ranting."You're crazy, Alexandro! You're a crazy psychopath! You don't know what you're doing! Marrying my daughter? You're a pedophile! You're old, she's young! You have no shame!"Alexandro was silent. His eyes stared straight ahead. His fingers tapped lightly on the car door panel, undisturbed."You think you can just take me away like this? I have rights! I'm a Swiss citizen! I can call the police! You...""Lucia's face," Alexandro interrupted. His voice was flat. "Do you want to know what she looks like?"Isabella stopped talking. She stared at the back of Alexandro's head.Alexandro took out his phone. His fingers moved quickly, then he handed the phone

The Business Management lecture went on as usual. My lecturer, a middle aged man with thick glasses and a thin mustache, was explaining marketing strategies in the digital era. His voice was monotonous, making some students in the back start to get drowsy.I sat in the third row, next to Mia. We both tried to focus, jotting down important points, occasionally exchanging notes. Mia really was a good friend. She always shared her information selflessly. I was grateful to have a friend like her.But I also knew that Mia and all my classmates knew who I was. They knew I was Alexandro De Luca's contract wife. Back when I first started college, I tried to hide my identity. But how could I?My ride was always a sleek black car with two bodyguards always standing near the gate. The De Luca name was too big not to be known. Sooner or later, everyone found out. I was the contract wife of a wealthy businessman known for being cold and ruthless.Luckily, they didn't treat me differently. Mia rema