Todos los capítulos de THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

C22 – ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME?Eros walked back into the restaurant as if nothing had happened."Apologies, gentlemen. The inconvenience took a little longer than expected."The four men laughed and raised their glasses."Don't worry," one of them said. "Your wife is great company… too bad she doesn't talk much."Eros looked at Lucy, then at his associates."My wife isn't used to this kind of dinner. It was a mistake to bring her," he said. Then he turned his head slightly toward Lucy. "I hope you'll forgive me, chérie (darling)."Lucy felt something shift in her stomach. The butterflies fluttered so hard it almost hurt.Chérie.It was just a word. But to her, it meant so much—it was almost as if it were real."It's okay. I—"She stopped and looked at his hand."What happened to you? Did you cut yourself?"Eros followed her gaze and saw dried blood on his knuckles. He grabbed a napkin and wiped them unhurriedly."Nothing to worry about, sweetheart… I just taught someone a les

C24 – DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU FORGET?Eros entered the room, and in the center, the girl was kneeling on the rug, waiting for him. Her body was wrapped in a black lace corset, and her posture was submissive, exactly as expected of her.He looked at her without interest, and she lifted her gaze upon noticing his presence, smiling softly—almost timidly—awaiting his command."What would you like me to do, Master?"Eros looked at her—but he didn't really see her. His mind was elsewhere—not on her, not on what she was offering. His stomach tightened for a reason he couldn't identify. His gaze traveled over her body, but there was no desire. Nothing.The submissive, seeing his lack of response, frowned slightly and dared to ask again, softly."Master… are you okay?"He didn't hear her. Because at that moment, images of Lucy flooded his mind one after another, like unexpected flashes.Her kisses in the fitting room. The moan that had escaped her throat at dinner. The fear in her eyes duri

C26 – I'M GOING TO FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE...Lucy was breathing hard, her body slightly bent forward with her hands on her knees. Sweat dripped down her forehead, but she didn't complain. In front of her, Daniska moved with precision—the woman was pure control."Again," she ordered.Lucy squared up and raised her fists. She executed the defensive move with more force this time—her elbow turned properly, her stance solid."Better," Daniska said, softening her gaze. "You don't look like a porcelain doll anymore."Lucy let out a small, breathless laugh."Thanks… I guess.""I'm telling you because you're making progress. It's not just technique—it's attitude. Strength also comes from here," she pointed to her chest. "From not letting anyone hurt you again."Daniska watched her for a few seconds before speaking again."My husband used to hit me."Lucy went still, completely surprised."It was years ago. He was military too, just like me. But he had more rank, more influence—and he knew how t

C28 – WRONG WITNESS, UNEXPECTED DESIRE.Paris – 1:03 AMCamille Dubois said goodbye to her coworkers with a smile, tying her coat up to her neck as she stepped out through the side door of the Le Doux Matin bakery.The warm aroma of sweet bread and vanilla cream still clung to her clothes—just as it clung to her blonde hair, loosely braided over her right shoulder. Her bag hung light at her side, with a package of croissants she planned to leave at the building's porter's lodge for the children who had nothing for breakfast.Rue Montorgueil was empty at this hour. Most of the lights were off, and the cold wind cut straight to her bones, making her tighten her coat more firmly, trembling as she dodged puddles, piles of trash bags, and poorly stacked boxes in front of an old, shuttered fruit shop.Working until the early hours wasn't a choice—it was a necessity. The bills piled up on the kitchen table every month. Rent, electricity, and of course, her mother's medication. Mr. Fiore, the

C30 – FOR BETTER OR WORSE."Excuse me?" said one of them, her voice shrill, looking at Lucy as if she were a joke.But Lucy didn't blink—if anything, she took another step and spat the words without hesitation:"Bitches aren't welcome in this house."The women's eyes went wide, offended.Lucy's fury grew with every second inside her. Seeing them there, with Eros, in his bed, in his space... The idea that he'd brought them, that he'd dared to use them as if she didn't exist, as if she were invisible... burned her from the inside.She knew she had no right to claim anything. That this was all an arrangement, and they'd never promised fidelity.But she didn't care anymore—and she could no longer contain what she felt.The two women turned to Eros, waiting for him to intervene."Eros...? Are you going to let this witch talk to us like that?"He didn't respond.He wasn't capable of it.He could only look at her.At that moment, she was more dangerous and irresistible than ever. And he was