All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

That morning, I woke up with my body feeling completely shattered. Every muscle, every joint, everything ached, a reminder of the wild night before. Beside me, the bed was empty. Alexandro was already gone, as usual.I got up slowly. My body was naked, covered in red marks here and there. Bite marks, scratch marks, marks from the restraints. I walked unsteadily towards the bathroom.I closed the bathroom door tightly. I turned on the water, letting it run without getting into the bathtub. I sat on the cold floor, hugged my knees, and cried.Tears flowed freely, soaking my cheeks. My cries were muffled, only small sobs escaping. I didn't want anyone to hear. Didn't want anyone to know.Why was I crying? I myself didn't know exactly.Maybe because I was tired. Maybe because it hurt. Maybe because of everything that happened, or maybe because I didn't know what else to feel.My phone vibrated on the sink. I reached for it and looked at the screen.Elena.I sighed, wiped my tears as best

I stood in front of the large mirror, staring at myself in that red dress. The same dress I had worn to the dinner with Alexandro's business associates before. Now I was wearing it again, for my own family event.The dress still fit, even felt a little loose at the waist. Maybe because of the 5 kg I had lost, but my body was still fat and still far from slim.I turned my body, looking at it from different angles. The marks on my neck had started to fade, but were still visible if you looked closely. I applied concealer more thickly, trying to cover them.Behind me, the bedroom door opened.Alexandro entered. He was already ready in his black suit. Hair neatly combed. The scent of his perfume filled the room.He stopped, looking at me from behind in the mirror."Beautiful," he said."Thank you."He walked closer, standing behind me. His hands reached for my waist, pulling me until my body pressed against his chest. In the mirror, we looked like the perfect couple. He was handsome, I wa

A few minutes passed. The city lights sparkled outside the window. I looked at him quietly. His face was still flat, but there was something different.Suddenly he turned."Have you ever been to a club?" he asked.I shook my head. "Never."He was silent for a moment. Then he said to Marco, "Turn left. To the District."District? What was that?Marco nodded and the car turned."W-where are we going?" I asked curiously."To a nightlife spot.""A nightlife spot?""A club. Do you want to try it?"I was surprised. "N-now?"I hesitated. "I-I don't know if my dress—""Your dress is fine, that red dress is perfect."The car stopped in front of a large building with colorful lights. Rows of luxury cars were neatly parked. A long queue at the entrance, people in glamorous clothes waiting their turn.But our car didn't stop at the queue. We went straight into the VIP area, a special entrance guarded by two large men dressed in black. As soon as they saw our car, they opened the door respectfully

We were still lying on the sofa in that private VIP room, my body still weak, my breathing not yet fully steady. Alexandro was beside me, one arm around my waist, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin still damp with sweat."Lucia," he called."Hm?""What are you thinking about?"I was silent for a moment. My eyes stared at the dark ceiling of the room, only illuminated by the dim light from beyond the curtain."Something crossed my mind.""What?"I bit my lip. "I'm thinking about starting a diet."He stopped stroking and looked at me."Why?""I saw those women earlier. They're slim, they're beautiful. I feel like I don't deserve to be beside you."He sighed. "We've talked about this.""I know, but this isn't about what you think. It's about me. I want to feel comfortable in my own body. I want to look in the mirror and not feel ashamed."He was silent for a moment, then said, "If that's what you want, do it, but do it for yourself, not for me or anyone else."I smiled. "I will

AUTHOR'S POVA few days had passed since that night at the disco.Alexandro was staying home more often. He didn’t say much, but he also didn’t go out. Sometimes he sat in the living room reading reports; other times, he was on the terrace drinking coffee while gazing at the sky. Lucia spent her time in the back garden, reading books, writing poetry, or simply sitting and enjoying the afternoon sun.They were like two planets orbiting in their own paths, occasionally crossing, exchanging small smiles, then returning to their own axes.But that morning, while Lucia was having breakfast alone at the dining table, Alexandro came downstairs in casual clothes. A dark gray long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly, and black dress pants. A look far from formal, yet it made Lucia pause for a moment."We're going out," he said.Lucia blinked. "Where?""An event. Non-formal.""W-what event?""Friends. There's a gathering at someone's house."Lucia swallowed. "Am... am I coming?"A