Semua Bab HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Araceli.It had been twenty-six hours since I last set my eyes on Matvei.Twenty-six long, dragging hours.I stayed up all through the night yesterday, waiting… just waiting so I could have that conversation with him. The one that had been clawing at my chest, begging to be let out. But he never came.I sat on the balcony all through the morning, my eyes fixed on the gates like a fool, hoping—no, expecting—his car to drive in at any second.But it didn’t.Slowly, sadness wrapped itself around me, sinking into my skin like something heavy and suffocating. This was supposed to be our honeymoon… yet I hadn’t spent a single moment with him. Not one. And the worst part? He wasn’t even trying.“Araceli.”Sonia’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She peeked her head through the glass door that separated the room from the balcony.“Come have breakfast. It’s almost noon.”I shook my head slowly, my gaze still glued to the gates. “I’m not hungry,” I murmured.And it was true. My appetite had

Matvei.I muttered curses under my breath, trying to get Araceli’s face out of my fucking head. I haven’t been able to sleep since I arrived at my penthouse here in Italy. It’s one of the properties I secretly own here and hardly visit.I have maids and guards positioned here. They are all on my payroll and very fucking loyal to me. No one has ever dared to be as disobedient and stubborn as Araceli.It feels like she grows wings every day and fucking tries to carve me into a man I’m not. I’m not made for love, but shit… I fucking want her. I want her so bad, but something about her holds me back.I would lose all control and shit. She’ll have me tied all around her neck, and I can’t fucking let that happen. But damn… most fucking times I lose control around her and make myself so vulnerable. And I hate to admit that I’m fucking scared of her.I, Matvei Orlov, am fucking scared of a commoner. Scared of how she could command me to go down on my knees—and I would do that without thinking

Araceli.She widened her eyes and raised her hand to hit my cheek, but my instincts were faster. My other hand caught her wrist mid-air.She froze for a second, and I caught the fear in her eyes. My grip tightened around her wrist as I glanced down at it.She tried to pull away, but I didn’t let go.“Araceli,” Dmitri called, but it did nothing to calm the sudden rage burning through me. How dare she try to slap me? The anger was so intense I almost forgot Dmitri was even in the room, watching everything.“You—get your hands off me!” she shrieked, still struggling.I shook my head, then let go of her hand harshly.“For a mafia princess, you’re way too weak,” I said, rolling my eyes before turning toward the stairs where I guessed Matvei was.I heard her gasp, but I ignored it. My steps were slow, steady, my gaze fixed on the stairs.“The second room by the right,” Dmitri said, like he already knew what I was thinking.I muttered a quiet thank you, about to move—but I paused again.I tu

Matvei.My hands clenched into fists as I watched Dmitri drive Araceli away.Fucking hell.I actually made her cry all because of my fucking ego.I just don’t want her thinking we can be in love—or whatever the fuck she calls it. Being around her already makes me weak. Vulnerable.And letting her love me… letting myself feel all those stupid emotions back… would make me even worse than I already am.“Shit,” I cursed again for what felt like the millionth time.How the fuck do her tears affect me this much?I shouldn’t give a fuck about her.She’s my property. I own her and every fucking thing that belongs to her.But dammit… I do care.And that’s the weirdest part of all this.My chest hurt so badly, and I couldn’t even go through my fucking day without wondering if she was still crying… or if she had finally forced herself to accept what I wanted this to be.I shook my head, a migraine creeping in from the thousands of thoughts running through it.I intentionally hurt her.I said all

Araceli.A message flashed onto the screen.A: I can see you. Take the back exit through the restroom, love.My breath caught instantly.Without thinking, I pressed the side button, shutting the phone off as it had suddenly burned my fingers. My eyes lifted, and Sonia was already looking at me.A gasp almost escaped my lips.“What happened?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with concern.I shook my head quickly… then nodded… not even sure what I was doing. A strange wave of nervousness crawled up my spine, settling deep in my chest.“I’m fine,” I managed, swallowing the lump forming in my throat.She didn’t look convinced. Her eyes lingered on me, studying, searching—as she could see straight through whatever I was trying to hide.“I just want to use the bathroom,” I added quietly, pushing my chair back as I stood.She hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Do you want juice or matcha?”“I’ll take matcha,” I replied, not even turning back to look at her.I walked toward the end of t