All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"A makeup tutor?""Yes, Madam. Mr. Alexandro arranged it. He said you need to learn how to do your makeup for future family events.""Al... alright. What time?""At ten o'clock, Madam. So you still have time for breakfast and to get ready."I nodded.A short while later.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed. The crumpled sheets, the lingering scent of his body, everything reminded me of last night. And now I had to learn makeup as if nothing had happened.I took a shower, cleansing my body that was covered in marks. The warm water flowed over my skin, stinging slightly in the places that were still red.After my shower, I put on a simple house dress. This time I didn't bother thinking about sexy clothes. Alexandro wasn't here, and there was no need to pretend.I ate breakfast alone at the large, empty table. Toast, eggs, a glass of orange juice. But I didn't finish my food. My appetite had vanished somewhere.Around ten minutes to ten, the butler came again."Madam, the tutor is

Three days since Mira came.Three days I learned, about touch, about sound, about movement, about how to make a man want you. And every night, I waited.Alexandro did not come home.Around ten at night, I heard a car in the driveway. My heart pounded wildly.I ran to the window. The black car was parked. Alexandro got out with heavy steps. His shoulders were slumped, his walk was slow, even from here I could see his face was tired, very tired.He was home.I quickly checked myself in the mirror.Black lingerie I had chosen, a two-piece set with thin lace. Mira said black suited my skin. My hair was neatly combed and left loose.I stood in the middle of the room.A few moments later, the bedroom door opened.Alexandro entered.He stopped at the doorway. His eyes looked at me. I smiled, trying to look confident."Good evening," I greeted softly.He stared at me for a long time. From the tips of my hair to the soles of my feet. This black lingerie, my half-exposed body. My smile I made a

The next morning.I woke up and he was still beside me. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling slowly. I smiled a little, enjoying this rare moment.But my smile quickly disappeared when I heard cars in the driveway, multiple cars. Car doors were opening and closing one after another.Alexandro woke up instantly."What is that?" I asked.He sat up, reached for his phone on the nightstand. Looked at the screen, then let out a long sigh."My family."I was shocked. "Family? They're coming?""Yes."He got out of bed, walking towards the bathroom."Shower quickly. Wear something modest."I quickly showered. Put on a modest cream-colored dress, ankle-length. My hair was neatly combed, light makeup. I wanted to look good in their eyes.When I came downstairs, Alexandro was already in the living room. He was sitting on the main sofa, legs crossed, face cold as usual. In front of him, several people were seated.An old man with white hair, with a stern face but kind eyes. That mus

A few moments after Marco left, I was still sitting in the living room with the contract folder on my lap. My eyes were vacant, staring at page after page that I had read countless times.My phone vibrated.A short message from a number I recognized."Come to my office now."Alexandro.I sighed. Closed the folder, placed it on the table, then walked towards his office at the end of the hallway.The office door was closed. I knocked softly."Come in."I opened the door and then froze.Alexandro was sitting in his large office chair, but he wasn't alone.Doctor Reina, the beautiful woman from earlier, was lying on top of his desk. Her white dress was hitched up. Alexandro was in front of her, his pants open, his body moving with a fast rhythm.They were having sex.I was paralyzed.My body couldn't move.My eyes saw it, but my brain refused to process it.Doctor Reina turned her head towards me. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips moaning. There was no shame on her face, instead, a fain

Total darkness.I sat on the cold cement floor, hugging my knees, crying in silence. But the longer I was here, the more familiar this darkness felt.No. Not this basement, but the darkness, the musty smell, and the solitude.The memory came.I was little. Maybe five or six years old. I was crying because mother hadn't come home. Aunt came, pulled me to the back storage room, the door was closed, and it was dark."Stop crying, or you'll stay here forever."I cried harder. The door didn't open.For hours. Maybe all day. I didn't know. All I remembered was the darkness, rats scurrying around. I screamed but no one came.Elena sometimes joined in locking me up. She laughed behind the door."Stay in there, fatty. Don't come out."I hated them, but more than that, I was terrified.Terrified of the dark.Terrified of confined spaces.Terrified of being alone.And now, in this basement, that fear was back. Not just fear, but trauma. An old wound ripped open again.I couldn't breathe.My ches