《The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Roman's hand was iron on my wrists.He pushed me back onto the silk duvet, his heavy body looming directly over mine. The silver key he had used to lock the bedroom door clinked quietly inside his pocket."You talk too much, Cora," Roman said, his voice flat and commanding."I speak the truth," I replied, staring up into his cold, unblinking eyes. "You and your brother are running a massive fraud on your own syndicate.""The syndicate is a business," Roman stated. "And you are the asset. Today, we secure the investment."He didn't wait for my response.He reached down, his large fingers gripping the hem of my emerald silk blouse. He pulled the fabric up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor.My skin temperature rose rapidly under his intense, heavy gaze. My breathing became shallow as his broad, smooth chest pressed down against mine."Your heart is beating remarkably fast," Roman noted. His thumb traced the frantic pulse at the base of my throat."It is a no

I stared at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The palm of my hand pressed against my flat lower abdomen. A combination of extreme exhaustion, adrenaline stress, and early pregnancy hormones triggered a wave of nausea at the back of my throat.The sharp scent of jasmine perfume filled the air. I gripped the edge of the marble vanity until my knuckles turned white. I inhaled deeply through my mouth, desperately fighting the gag reflex."Are you feeling unwell, Mrs. Falcone?" Elena's sharp voice pierced through my panic.I instantly dropped my hand from my stomach. "I am fine, Elena. The perfume is just too strong.""You haven't touched any fatty foods since this morning." The older woman's dark eyes narrowed, studying my waistline. "And now you are refusing the tight silk gown your husband chose.""That tight gown will suffocate me tonight." I reached into the closet and pulled out a black wrap-dress. "This dress is looser around the stomach."Elena watched me closely. "Capo

I stood in the center of Roman’s dark-paneled study. The heavy deadbolt clicked shut behind us. Roman tossed his gray jacket onto the leather sofa and loosened his silk tie."Sit," Roman said.He pointed to the heavy wooden wingback chair near the window. A thin shaft of moonlight illuminated the dark wood."You're punishing me?" I asked. "For saving your syndicate from embezzlement?""I am disciplining my wife." He unbuttoned his cuffs. "Sit in the chair, Cora.""Moretti was stealing from you." I refused to move. "I gave you the exact numbers to destroy him."Roman closed the distance between us in two long strides. The scent of cedarwood radiated off his massive frame. He stopped inches from my face."You spoke at a Capo dinner without my explicit permission." A muscle ticked in his strong jaw. "You made a tactical move without consulting your Don.""I protected your reputation." I lifted my chin. "I silenced him.""You showed them that I cannot control my own household." He leaned

I lay on my side in the center of the wide silk bed. My back muscles still throbbed from the hard oak desk. I kept my exhausted eyes fixed on the heavy wooden wardrobe panel.The panel shifted in the dark. A tall shadow stepped into my bedroom. The crisp scent of cold rain and sandalwood erased the residue of Roman’s cedarwood.Rocco moved toward the bed without a single sound. He sat on the edge of the mattress and reached for my hand."You're trembling, Cora," Rocco whispered."I'm just cold." I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising nausea in my throat.Rocco turned my hand over, exposing the pale skin of my inner wrist. His thumb brushed over the dark red bruising left by Roman's iron grip. A muscle ticked beneath the skin of his jaw."He hurt you." Rocco's chest vibrated with a low growl."I'm fine, Rocco.""Don't lie to protect him." His fingertips grazed the bruises. "I'll kill him for touching you like this."I pressed my free hand against his chest. "You cannot start

Dante’s long fingers traced the dark red leather spine. "Fascinating literary choice, Mrs. Falcone."I didn't blink. My heart hammered against my ribs in a frantic rhythm.I extended my left hand. I pushed Dante's encrypted work tablet directly toward his chest."What is this?" A muscle ticked in Dante's jaw.I tapped the tablet screen with my fingernail. A port map appeared, cut across by bright red coordinate lines."It's a five-million-dollar leak." I maintained direct eye contact. "And it's happening right under your nose."Dante's grip on the poetry book loosened. "Explain yourself.""Look at dock nine at the eastern port," I instructed. "You have a massive blind corridor there."He frowned, looking down at the glowing digital map."Viktor's Russian faction is exploiting it," I continued. "They are using your logistics routes to supply illegal weapons into the city.""That is impossible." Dante's Adam's apple bobbed. "My security analysis on that dock is completely flawless.""Yo