All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

That morning I woke up with my body feeling completely shattered. Every muscle in my body ached, reminding me of the long night. I let out a soft groan as I opened my eyes.Alexandro was still beside me.He was sleeping with such a peaceful face. So different from the wild man last night who had controlled every inch of my body. In the morning sunlight, he looked... human. Not the ruthless mafia boss. Not the cold husband who cheated right in front of me. Just a handsome man sleeping peacefully.I quietly stared at him.His black hair was slightly messy. His eyelashes were long. His lips, which had been so fierce last night, were now gently pursed.My hand moved unconsciously, wanting to touch his face.But I stopped myself.I was scared.Not scared that he would be angry. But scared that this was all just a dream. Scared that he would wake up and go back to being the cold and distant Alexandro.I decided to get up slowly, trying not to wake him. My feet touched the floor, and my body

I didn't sleep all night, not because I couldn't, but because I chose not to. I sat on the chair by the window, watching the sky slowly change from pitch black to gray, then orange, then pale blue. The phone in my hand had been dead since last night. I didn't want to look at that photo again.At eight in the morning, I went downstairs.The servants had already started their activities. They looked down as they passed me, but I knew. I knew they were still talking about me behind my back. Let them. I didn't care anymore.I went to the kitchen and made a simple breakfast. Toast, eggs, a glass of milk. I ate alone at the large table I had decorated last night for a romantic dinner.Now the table was empty. I had thrown away the candles.After eating, I went back upstairs, showered, and put on a simple house dress, the kind I usually wore every day. I didn't even bother putting on makeup. What for? No one would see it, or so I thought.Around 10 in the morning, I heard a car in the drivew

The black car glided slowly into the area of the most luxurious restaurant in the city. From the window, I could see a building in an old European style, with dim lights illuminating every corner. Rows of luxury cars were already parked neatly in front. Valet parking attendants in crisp suits stood ready to greet guests.I sat beside Alexandro, my hand gripping the small clutch that had been provided tightly. This red dress felt heavier and heavier, or maybe it was just my nerves growing."Relax," Alexandro whispered without turning his head. His eyes looked straight ahead.I took a breath.The car stopped. The door was opened by a valet. Alexandro got out first, then extended his hand to me.I took his hand.I stepped out of the car, trying to maintain my balance in these high heels. My red dress draped beautifully on the floor.As soon as I stood upright, I felt it.All eyes were on me.Guests who had just arrived, the valets, even some people sitting on the restaurant terrace, ever

My bedroom door didn't open all day.I just lay in bed, hugging my pillow, staring at the ceiling. My tears had dried up hours ago. The cuts on my hand throbbed every time I moved, but it was nothing compared to the wound in my heart.My eyes must have been swollen. Very swollen. I had looked in the mirror a few hours ago. My face was puffy, red, pathetic, but I didn't care. No one was going to see me.Around five in the evening, there was a knock on my door."Madam?"I didn't answer."Madam, I know you're in there. Mr. Alexandro is home and he wants to speak with you."I sat up slowly, my head spinning, probably from not eating all day. Maybe from crying too much."Madam?""Y-yes. I heard you.""Mr. Alexandro requests that you dress as usual."As usual.Did that mean my everyday clothes? Or lingerie?I didn't know anymore."I'll be down in a moment."I got up with difficulty. My body felt shattered. Bruises all over, and my injured hand hurt even more when I moved it.I walked to the

The morning sun streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden lines on the bedroom floor. I woke up with my body feeling shattered. Every muscle, every joint, everything ached.I turned my head.Alexandro was still asleep.He was fast asleep, his face so peaceful. His chest rose and fell slowly. His eyelashes were long, his lips slightly pursed, his hair messy.I quietly stared at him for a moment, then slowly, I got up. Trying not to make a sound. My feet touched the floor. I swayed for a moment; this body was truly broken.I walked towards the large mirror in the corner of the room and stopped.In the mirror, I saw myself naked. My neck was covered in hickeys. Bluish-purple marks here and there. My shoulders too. My chest was full of bite marks and suck marks. My waist was red from his grip last night. My wrists still bore red marks from the rope.My body was like a map of a wild night's journey, but the clearest thing I saw was my fat body.A bloated stomach, large t