Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Bab 191 - Bab 200

I woke up to the sharp smell of medicine in my nose. The scent of antiseptic and alcohol. I blinked several times, trying to shake off the fog still clouding my head. White ceiling, blindingly bright fluorescent lights. I was in a hospital or a clinic. Or a treatment room. I didn't know.Then I saw him.Alexandro sat in a chair next to the bed. His face wasn't as blank as usual. There was something there, a mix of anger, worry, and relief he didn't want to admit. His eyes stared at me sharply."Finally, you're awake," he said."My head is so dizzy," I whispered.I tried to sit up, but his hand pressed down on my shoulder, forcing me to stay lying down."Don't move. You just passed out. The doctor said you got poisoned by medication."I fell silent. Poisoned? Medication? I hadn't taken anything except..."I know you've been hiding something from me," Alexandro said. His voice started to rise. "I know something has been wrong with your health lately, but I never thought you were stupid

I sat in the lobby. The lobby of Alexandro's office building was wide, cold, with shiny white marble floors and high ceilings. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. My makeup must have been smudged, but I didn't care. I didn't care about the receptionist's occasional glances in my direction. I didn't care about the employees walking past carefully, as if afraid to disturb me. I had just made friends. After being alone for so long, after only talking to Gianna, Marco, and the servants for so long, I finally had friends. Mia and a few others in class who were friendly to me. But now, they were all pulling away, and the other friends didn't dare look me in the eye. Alexandro approached me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was him. I could recognize his footsteps from a hundred meters away. He stood beside me. "I was just warning them," he said. I looked at him. "Mia didn't do anything wrong. She only recommended that medicine. I bought it myself." Alexandro was silent

Alexandro didn't answer with words. His black eyes stared at me with an intensity that made my stomach tremble. His large hand grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, eliminating the remaining distance between us."You know, Lulu," he whispered, "you're supposed to be angry at me.""I'm not angry anymore.""Because of what?""Because I realized that I've been asking for too much, and because... I need you not just as a protector. But as... this."I squeezed it again, harder, not with the shyness I used to have, but with the confidence that grew from how often we'd shared a bed. I knew what he liked. I knew how to make him breathe faster. I knew how to make him lose control."You're playing with fire," he said. His voice was hoarse."I know."He kissed me, not a gentle kiss like usual, but a hard, passionate kiss, like he had been holding back for too long and couldn't take it anymore. His tongue slipped in, searching for mine, playing with it roughly. I responded with the same enthusiasm

I sat on the sofa in Alexandro's office, my eyes closed.Marco.He entered with his usual firm stride, tablet in hand, face blank without expression. His black suit was neat, his hair perfectly styled, not a speck of dust on his clothes. He walked to Alexandro's desk, bowed respectfully, then placed the tablet on the mahogany wood."Sir, the contract documents with the Singapore partner are ready. Please sign on the last page."Alexandro took a pen and signed without reading. I stared at Marco from the sofa. His calm face, his always polite demeanor, the faint smile he often showed—all of it made me sick.Marco. The same man who approached Mia. The same man who terrified my friend half to death. The same man who, with his sweet smile, destroyed the friendship I had just built."Marco," I called.He turned. His face changed slightly—not surprised, but curious. Then he smiled. A smile that made me want to throw a pillow at his face."Yes, Madam?" His voice was polite. Too polite. Like a

Author's Pov.Alexandro was escorted to a special room at the end of the hallway. The room was small, clean, with dim lighting. A soft sofa in the center, a sink in the corner, and a sterile plastic container on the table, the container for his sample. Fabio gave him brief instructions with a professional face, then left and closed the door."Don't take too long," Fabio said from behind the door. "I'll be waiting outside."Alexandro stood in the room alone. His eyes scanned the surroundings. The walls were covered with posters of adult women. Women with perfect bodies, sexy poses, seductive smiles. Long hair, smooth skin, large breasts, slim waists, long legs.Alexandro stared at those posters. Beautiful faces. Gorgeous bodies. Women who might have aroused him in the past. But now?He felt nauseous.He imagined Lucia's face. That innocent face, sometimes pouting, sometimes smiling wide, sometimes crying. A face not found on those posters. A face he never saw in magazines or advertisem