Todos los capítulos de My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I swallow the last bite of my overcooked noodles. The tasteless, soggy mush sits like a stone in my stomach, heavy and unwelcome.I set the bowl down with a quiet clink, staring at the empty container as if it holds answers.A sharp, impatient knock echoes through the room. My heart lurches violently into my throat. For a second, I can’t breathe.Who could it be? I hope it's not him.I force my legs to move, each step toward the door feeling heavier than the last. My hand trembles slightly as I turn the knob and pull it open.Relief floods me the instant I see who it is, though I wonder why she's here. I was careful when I cooked the noodles.Francesca stands there like a queen inspecting a disappointing subject. Elegant, perfectly poised, and ice-cold. Her sharp eyes rake over me slowly, making me feel small and exposed.My hand instinctively wraps around me, my feet intertwining out of nervousness."You have exactly ten minutes to change into something appropriate," she finally says

"Next," Francesca's voice cut through the tension. I head to the changing room.I try on dress after dress. The minutes blur together until I lose count.Every gown I try is more extravagant than the last. Silk. Satin. Hand-sewn lace. Glittering crystals that catch the light every time I move. Yet I barely notice any of them.Because every single time I step back onto the fitting platform… Luca is still there.Every time, his eyes are already waiting for me.He doesn't speak or move; he just watches.His gaze is intense, unblinking, and devouring as it drags over every inch of me, slow and unhurried, as though he's memorizing how I look in each dress.His eyes follow every step I take with an intensity that makes my pulse stumble. My skin prickles beneath his stare.It's suffocating. Terrifying. The room feels smaller. The air grows heavier. I can't breathe properly.My fingers tighten around the folds of my dress as I force myself to breathe normally.Stop looking at him.I keep tell

My wide, terrified eyes lock with Luca's dark, burning gaze in the full-length mirror. A slow, satisfied smirk curves his lips.I take in our reflection, one of his hands covering my mouth while the other circles my bare waist, holding me firmly against him, his hard, powerful body pressed so tightly to my back, leaving no space between us, no room to escape.Seeing us like this in the mirror makes everything feel even more dangerous. Even more intimate. Even more terrifying.My body trembles uncontrollably as my terrified eyes dart from his hand over my mouth, then the one around my middle, and then his face.His eyes hold mine, silently reminding me that I am completely trapped in his grasp."Don’t," he warns in a low, lethal whisper against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers racing down my spine. His large hand remains clamped firmly over my mouth. "Not a sound. Or I’ll make sure you regret it."Every muscle in my body goes rigid.No. This can't be happening.Catalina might wal

I bite down hard on Luca’s tongue, so hard it draws blood. And that finally does it. Luca steps back with a low, frustrated growl, his eyes still burning with unfulfilled hunger as he releases me. I quickly move, adjust the curtain, and peek my head out, showing just half my flushed face and hiding my swollen lips and slightly disheveled hair. My heart skips when I notice Marco has reached for the curtain, concern etched on his face. Oh God. Oh God. If I'd been even a second late… I force the thought away, but my heart refuses to slow, pounding hard, while every inch of my body trembles at the weight of what had almost happened. "Marco, I’m sorry," I say breathlessly, forcing a small, apologetic smile. "Just a minute more. This dress is really delicate and tricky to adjust." He studies my face for a long, torturous second. His eyes search mine, as if sensing something is off, and my heart nearly stops. Finally, he nods slowly. "I’ll wait right here," he says gently. "Take yo

The curtain rustles softly, and I flinch so violently that my heart leaps into my throat."Miss Bianca?" Catalina's gentle voice reaches me. I quickly wipe at my eyes before turning around.She steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in my state.My trembling hands.The tears clinging to my lashes.My ruined lipstick, and the obvious marks on my neck.Obviously. Her smile fades. "Oh..."Yeah, I'm a mess.For a long moment, neither of us speaks. Then she quietly pulls the curtain fully closed behind her. I try to turn away, but she’s already moving closer, her expression soft with understanding."I know what happened," she says softly.Ice floods my veins."W-What?"She sighs."Mr. Falcone stopped me from coming in."Panic explodes through me, and my hands start shaking uncontrollably."N-Nothing happened," I blurt out too quickly. "You misunderstood."She studies me with kind, knowing eyes."You don't have to explain anything.""I said nothing happened." My voice comes out strain