Todos os capítulos de The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Marcelina~Fresh out of the bathroom was Domenico.A white towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, riding dangerously low on his hips, giving a clear view of his inked V-line and the cut, wet muscles of his stomach. His hair had grown longer than I remembered, the damp strands now falling haphazardly over his forehead, partially hiding those piercing, ice-cold eyes.However, his dangerous, ethereal eyes weren't on my face.Following his gaze downward, a cold shock of reality hit me.In my scramble to find my missing underwear, I had completely forgotten that I was standing in the middle of his room clad in absolutely nothing but a white bra, still clutching my dress in one hand like I'd forgotten what it was for.My skin was flushed, bearing faint, telltale marks of his handprints from the night before. Panic and a sudden wave of awkwardness crashed over me all at once.Brilliant, Marcelina.Fucking intelligent.As if my body moved before my brain caught up, I yanked the dress ag

Marcelina~"You said you don't want things the way they are." He said, his voice calm. "So tell me what you want instead."For a moment, I simply stared at him.That...Wasn't the response I'd been expecting.I had prepared myself for indifference. Maybe even another cold dismissal.Not... this.I drew in a slow breath."For starters... I need you to talk to me." I paused, organizing my thoughts. "Not because I expect explanations for everything you do. I know you have responsibilities you can't discuss. But if something concerns me... or this marriage... I don't want to hear about it from someone else. Or worse, not at all."His eyes never left mine.Encouraged—if only slightly—I continued."I'm not asking you to become someone you're not. I'm not asking you to love me." I searched his face. "All I'm asking is that we stop acting like we're on opposite sides all the time." I drew in a slow breath."Whatever happens between us... our child deserves better than two parents who can't s

Marcelina~Before I could object, she began counting on her fingers."He got angry that you slipped out of his control, realized too soon that all the men in the club must've seen you in that sexy dress, got jealous as hell... and then burned the evidence." This time, I couldn't hold it in anymore.I laughed.Because her theory couldn't have been farther from the truth."According to him,” I said after catching my breath. "He burned it because I bought it with my own money instead of the card he gave to me."Valeria stared at me for a full five seconds before bursting into laughter."I'm sorry," she wheezed. "But that's the most possessive thing I've ever heard."Nina, however, was watching me with far more interest than amusement."That's not all that happened," she said quietly, and I looked up."What makes you say that?""The way you're avoiding eye contact.""I am not.""You've been blushing since I asked."Heat instantly rushed to my face.By this time, Valeria stopped laughing

Marcelina~I picked up the first bottle within reach and immediately turned it over to read the label.Old habit.Years of checking medication labels before administering anything had made it impossible for me not to.The label read London Dry Gin.That sounded like exactly what I was looking for.Next came the tonic water.I read that label too, just to be sure I wasn't about to mix sparkling water with alcohol and embarrass myself before I'd even started.Satisfied, I reached for a crystal tumbler and dropped in a handful of ice cubes. I unscrewed the gin, hesitated for a second, then tried to remember what Corey used to do behind the bar.One... two...That looked about right.I poured a generous measure over the ice before topping it with the tonic water, careful not to let it fizz over the rim. Then I glanced around until I spotted a bowl of fresh limes.I sliced one into wedges, squeezed a little juice into the drink, and rested another wedge neatly on the rim of the glass.I to

Domenico~For the first time since the ambush in Russia, I stepped foot back on Russian soil two days ago.Not for revenge.Not yet.That would've been the predictable move.The Bratva were waiting for retaliation. They expected me to arrive breathing fire, kicking down doors, and leaving bodies behind until I found the bastard who ordered the attack.Instead, I gave them exactly what they never expected.Nothing.Or at least that's what I made it appear to be.The moment my plane landed, every pair of eyes in the city was watching me. That was the beauty of the underworld. News traveled faster than bullets.So I made sure they saw exactly what I wanted them to see.I paid visits to Armenian warehouses and shut down a few of their operations.Every move screamed I believed the Armenians were responsible for the ambush that happened weeks ago, which was exactly as planned.The Bratva had spies everywhere, just like I did. But mine were buried so deep inside their asses.The reports sta