All Chapters of CHRISTANTINO (18+): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

You're really getting married?" Damian stared at me wide eyed, his little pink ice cream spoon halfway to his lips.Ice cream dates were our thing."Yeah." I sighed, leaning back in the plush chair at our favourite ice cream parlour in Manhattan. They always give extra sprinkles for free if you charm them in the right way. It just helps that Damian and I can be pretty charming when we want extra sprinkles. "You agreed?""I don't really have a choice, Damy. At least if I cooperate, I'll get some kind of say in who I marry which is unheard of for women in my position." "Damn." He whispered, taking a bite of his chocolate fudge ice cream. "Well, do you know who you might marry?""That's actually what I wanted your opinion on. I think you'll know all the candidates we talked about this morning."I took my phone out to find the notes I'd made during our early meeting this morning over breakfast. It was going to take me a long time to recover from the mental trauma of being awake so ea

You insist on killing me, why?" Julius glared at my dress, opening my car door for me."Well, it's fun, your funeral will be lit and I look good in black. Do I need anymore reasons?" I grinned. "I should close this door and send you with the driver to get a new dress. Maybe he can drop you off in the middle of nowhere on the way back." I knew my brother well enough to know he was being serious. "Or you could help me out before your girlfriend wanders off to find a better man." Julius glanced back at his girlfriend who laughed to herself at my comment.He and his girlfriend were in the car ahead of mine in the convoy. I shared a car with Damian since our parents were already at the gala.We were being fashionably late.Julius finally gave me his hand, helping me out of the car outside the hotel's main entrance that was crawling with security.Despite his clear hatred for my dress, he was still kind enough to make sure the skirt was straight and creaseless."I don't know why you're so

What an arrogant son of a bitch.First he disappears after he's told we're getting married - leaving me to listen to the preparations alone. Then, he turns up an hour and a half late to our engagement party. Not only that, but he also claims he's not staying long.Let's not even mention the looks I was receiving from him and his little band of followers. Costantino was clearly the leader, which is expected since he was the eldest and the heir to the Sicilian Mafia.The moment he approached us with his siblings and his twin cousins, I could feel all of them glaring daggers into my back. When I got up to follow my father to Mr Accardi's office, I came face to face with those five deadly glares.The one who stood out the most was Rocco, Costa's youngest brother. He was 23 years old - two years younger than me. Rocco was the one who shoved me in New York when I refused to move out of their way in my drunken haze.His family already hated me and we hadn't even finalised the engagement ye

Someone needs to put a muzzle on that bitch.As soon as the car pulled up outside the hotel, I got out leaving my fuming wife behind. Her family were already waiting there for her anyway so I'm sure one of them could get Millie and her stupid dress out of the car.I hated that dress.Didn't she think ahead? She really had to choose a dress with so much unnecessary fabric. The top half was really nice. The lace hugged her body and her curves perfectly. It showed the right amount of skin without being too revealing for a church wedding.But still, the V neck made it difficult not to stare too much during the ceremony. It's not like she would have noticed anyway, she was too busy looking at everything else but my eyes.And the skirt...well it made her look like a princess - which is why I fucking hated it.That infuriating woman is anything but a princess - despite being known in the underworld as the Princess of the Greek Mafia.But she looked so damn beautiful when she walked into th

Our first official evening as a married couple wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. After I saved our dinner from drowning, we sat in silence while we watched a movie. I chose it for myself but Costa decided to stick around with me. He spent most of it on his phone anyway.Our second night together was also way more tolerable than the first.Costa called another truce before we got into bed so we agreed to just stay away from each other while still sharing the duvet.Unfortunately, any potential progress we may have made during our one day honeymoon went out the window the next morning."What the hell is that?" I groaned into my pillow, scrunching my eyes shut."I don't know. Shut up." He's so moody in the morning."It's still going." Please God, why is it still going?"Well, your talking isn't fucking helping.""Costa." I cried, sounding more like a spoiled child than I care to admit. "Make it stop!" Finally the man on the other side of the bed groaned out loud, forcing hims