บททั้งหมดของ My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

When I wake up, my head is pounding violently.I am tied to a heavy wooden chair in a room I recognize all too well. It’s my father’s private study at the Rossi estate.The large mahogany desk, the leather books, the smell of his expensive cigars. Everything is here.But my father is on the floor.He is bound to a chair just like me, his face bloodied and bruised. Julian is standing over him, holding a gun, while Elena sits on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs lazily."Ah, she's awake," Julian says, turning to look at me when I move."Dad!" I try to rush forward, but the ropes cut deep into my wrists, trapping me. "Dad, look at me!"My father raises his head weakly. His left eye is swollen shut."Bianca..." he croaks, his voice thick. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.""Shut up," Julian barks, striking my father across the face with the barrel of the gun."Stop it! Please, stop it!" I scream, tears blinding me. "Take the money! Take the company! Just let him go!""Oh, we're taking

"What?..." I say in disbelief. "You heard me, Bianca. Immediately. A public, high-profile wedding. It tells the world that an attack on a Rossi is an attack on a Falcone. It gives me legal rights to your family’s assets the moment Julian is dead. And it ensures you can never betray me." I step back, horrified. "Married? Marco, my father is barely cold! I just escaped a man who used a wedding to destroy me! I am not giving myself to another controller." Marco shrugs, turning his back on me as he walks back to his desk. "Then walk out that door, Bianca. Go back to the streets. Let’s see how long you survive before Julian’s men find you and finish the job. You came to me because I am ruthless. This is my price." I freeze. The image of my father’s lifeless eyes flashes in my mind. I remember the sound of Julian’s laugh. If I walk out, I die, and they win. They get to live in my house, spend my money, and laugh at my grave. My hands clench into fists. My dignity is a luxury I can

The dining room feels like a tomb.The moment he recognizes me, I know my past has finally caught up with me.Luca has returned.I look away from his face, fixing my gaze on my plate. My hands clench the white linen napkin under the table to keep them from shaking.Act normal, I repeat to myself like a mantra. He is a stranger. We have never met.Yes!No.Oh God, please…I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, my heart pounding so violently I'm certain everyone at the table can hear it."Luca, this is Bianca Rossi," Marco says, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. "My fiancée."I force a shaky smile, trying to rise, but I can't feel my legs.No. I can't feel my entire body.Luca steps closer, his heavy footsteps vibrating through the floor. Instead of offering a hand, he leans down over my shoulder.Before I can register what he's doing, his lips brush against my cheek.I freeze.He doesn’t pull away immediately; he lingers, his hot breath fanning against my ea

Without another word, the blonde turns on her heel and strides away, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.I close the door and lean against it for a moment.'Spend time together? After the way she looked at me yesterday?'This isn't going to end well.Still, the last thing I need is another confrontation with Francesca. Swallowing my pride, I head to the closet.After rummaging through the rows of brand-new clothes, I settle on the simplest swimsuit I can find.A plain dark bikini.However, I hesitate before putting it on. The thought of exposing so much skin in a house full of Falcones makes my stomach churn.I quickly wrap a sheer white sarong around my waist, tying it tightly at my hip before giving my reflection one last nervous glance.It will have to do.…~...The walk to the outdoor pool feels far longer than it should.Warm sunlight pours over the stone pathway, reflecting off manicured gardens and towering palm trees.Finally, I step through the wrought-iron

“Someone’s itching down there, huh?” Luca’s voice is low, rough, and dripping with cruel amusement. The blood drains from my face at his words. Heat rushes to my cheeks as humiliation crashes over me. The air between us crackles with tension. Charged. Dangerous. Before I can find my voice, he leans even closer, so much his breath warm against my skin, his face barely an inch from mine. I manage to turn my head away. But then I stiffen when I feel his tongue slowly trace the sensitive shell of my ear. The wet heat of it sends an unwanted bolt of electricity straight to my core. However, the unwanted intimacy triggers a flashback of the night he almost broke me in school. That night when he had me pinned, shaking with rage, gray eyes so void as he ripped my clothes, his fingers in my panties' waistband, my cries for help... The terror surges back like ice water in my veins. A primal surge of panic takes over, and I shove him hard. Jumping to my feet, my hand flies out instinctive