FORCED MARRIAGE TO MY MAFIA EX-BOYFRIEND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

FIORELLA’S POVI blinked, the realization dawning on me. It was definitely expected for most wives to react in some ways to the presence of their husband’s mistress in their home.I wasn’t most wives. And I couldn’t care less where Rhys decided to get his dick wet as long as it wasn’t with me. In fact, she was doing me a very big favour and I should be thankful to her. But I also had to keep up my act. So instead I said, “It doesn’t matter who you are to him. I’m his wife and nothing can change that.”I wanted to wash my mouth with bleach right after for uttering such immature rivalry nonsense for a man I barely cared about. Celeste’s eyes glinted, as though I had given her what she wanted. “Don’t you know? If a man hates you enough, he’ll marry you.”A small part of me feared she was right.Hate was the reason Rhys married me. “Besides,” she continued. “Everyone knows the mistress is for loving and fucking, and the wife is just for babies and politics.”I exhaled deeply. “Where

FIORELLA’S POVRhys didn’t respond. Again. His eyes moved down my body, and I followed his gaze to see I was straddling him in nothing but my bra and my underwear. Warmth crept up my face. “You pervert.”“I’m not the one half-naked and trying to rape her ex-boyfriend,” he said defensively. His eyes were everywhere on my body except my face.“If you wanted to hump on me like you used to,” he said, “all you had to do was ask. Even though I’d say no.”My cheeks flushed as the memories came rushing back. Long before I was comfortable enough to sleep with him, I had been perfectly content curled up in his lap, stealing kisses and rubbing against him until neither of us could think straight.The memory hit me so unexpectedly that I almost forgot it was a different person lying beneath me. A monster with the face of the man I once loved. A monster with the face of the man I now hated. “Do you even realize I’m holding a knife to your throat?” I asked, incredulous. “Or are you too busy

FIORELLA’S POV I had lived through more horrors than most people would see in a lifetime, but nothing could have prepared me for the scene in front of me. Rhys lifted the axe and drove it into one of the men’s chests. The sound that followed—both from the act and his scream— would haunt me for the rest of my life. I stumbled backward, my legs giving out beneath me and dropping me down as blood sprayed across the floor. Rhys lifted the axe and brought it down over the man’s chest again and again until he stopped twitching and went still. By the time he finally stepped back, blood had spread across the floor beneath the body. Rhys’s breathing remained calm, and he looked no different than he had five minutes ago. Then he turned to the last man who already had his back against the door, desperately pulling the door knob behind him to get out. But it was sealed shut. Like everything had been planned. The man went on his knees and pressed his hands together. “No fui yo quien

FIORELLA’S POV I hadn’t seen Papa since he sold me to Rhys, and suddenly every ugly memory of that day I had spent time trying to bury came rushing back. Along with a surge of anger so sharp it made my chest ache. I stood beside him and slipped my hand through his arm, while Mariah walked into the church. He frowned at me when we were alone. “What do you have that face for, Fiorella?” I didn’t respond. “Do you know how much power you’re marrying into today?” he asked. “I don’t want power,” I shot back, unable to hold my anger. “I was very satisfied with the life I built for myself. No thanks to you.” “Are you talking to your father in that tone?” I turned to look at him. “What are you going to do? Hit me before I walk down that aisle? Sell me off again? Or beat me?” “Fiorella—” “If you truly believe I’m marrying into some sort of power then you wouldn’t want to do that, would you?” I cut him off. He looked taken aback, like he would have never imagined the d

FIORELLA’S POVThere was no way I was kissing Rhys. No chance in hell. I’d rather go through another public embarrassment and fall down the flight of stairs before I’d ever think about kissing him. Rhys looked like he had other plans.He reached up and lifted the veil.With my heart pounding in my chest, I watched him step beneath the veil with me before letting it fall around us both.The air caught in my lungs.He was so close that every breath he took brushed against my skin. With his face this close, I noticed a muted steel-blue ring buried beneath the black of his irises, his gaze never leaving mine.It felt like the whole church disappeared around us. Slowly, he leaned in until his forehead and the tip of his nose grazed mine.Then another inch.And another.My pulse pounded so loudly that I couldn’t hear the applause beginning around us.Just when I braced myself for his mouth, his lips brushed against my cheek to my ears instead. “Don’t mistake appearances for affection,