All Chapters of THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

C31 – REPLACING MEMORIES.Eros didn't wait.He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her hard against his body, and lifted her effortlessly. Lucy let out a muffled gasp just before her mouth collided with his.It wasn't a soft kiss.It was intense.Urgent.As if everything they'd held back had finally overflowed.Eros's lips claimed her without asking permission.He kissed her like no one else had the right to taste her, and she responded with the same desperation, wrapping her arms around him. Her hands tangled in his nape and slid down his back, clutching his shirt.Eros walked with her pressed against him, unwilling to break the kiss or loosen his grip. They stumbled against the edge of the bed and fell together.Lucy felt the mattress beneath her and his body covering her completely—and she felt happy, complete.A second later, the silk of her robe slipped down her arms, getting trapped between them.Eros trailed his lips down her neck, along her collarbone, while his hands traveled ov

C33 – YOU’VE CREATED A MONSTERThe air between them felt heavy. Eros still held his hand out, offering everything she didn’t dare ask for out loud. Lucy hesitated for a second, fear and heat colliding in her chest. Then something inside her gave way.She wanted to feel him. She wanted all of it.Without another thought she stepped forward and closed her fingers around his, firm and sure. Eros pulled her in. Lucy climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. He held her tight, hands locking on her waist with a possessive grip that made her heart kick harder.“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes dragging over every inch of her like she was stolen treasure. “You look so goddamn perfect on top of me.”She smiled, stomach fluttering, and leaned down to kiss him. It started soft, but Eros couldn’t hold back. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled, just hard enough to crush her mouth against his. The kiss turned rough, hungry, like he wanted to devour her. Lucy matched him, fingers digging

C35 – SOMETHING CALLED LOVE.At the mansion, Lucy woke up alone.Sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets that still held Eros's scent. Her skin bore marks—some red, some invisible. But all of them burned with the memory of the night before.And she felt different. Lighter. More alive.A smile formed on her lips just as the door opened and Eros appeared with two cups of coffee in his hands—shirtless, wearing loose pants slung low on his hips, his hair disheveled. Even in the morning, he looked goddamn good."Good morning, sleepyhead," he said as he entered. "Brought reinforcements."Lucy sat up, instinctively covering herself with the sheet."Thanks…" she murmured, a little shy.He sat beside her and handed her the cup—but before letting go, he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers."You've got that 'I slept deliciously' look."She looked at him, her cheeks flushed."Yeah… after—""After dragging you to hell and making you beg for—" he com

C37 – BREAKING MY RULES.Lucy swallowed hard, but she obeyed. The dress slid down her body like a caress, leaving her in nothing but lace lingerie.Eros didn't move—but he devoured her with his gaze, like a lion sizing up his prey before striking."Beautiful," he murmured, advancing as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. "So obedient… and so mine."His hand—large and rough—closed around her neck with firmness, not squeezing, just claiming. Lucy gasped, feeling heat pool between her legs."Come," he said, guiding her toward the bondage table, covered in black velvet. "Tonight we'll only test the waters… but I want you to feel everything."Lucy nodded slightly, her heart pounding hard in her chest. This was new, exciting, and terrifying. Eros helped her onto the table, and the black silk restraints were arranged with precision, waiting for her. He took her right wrist, sliding the silk around it with a skill only experience could grant.Lucy felt the fabric tighten—just

C39 – YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE, BEAUTY.Vasilakis Family Mansion.The silence in the office was thick—until it shattered with a roar."Goddammit! You're completely useless!" Theo Vasilakis bellowed, slamming his palms against the desk with enough force to make the marble ashtray tremble.Then he straightened, imposing. His dark hair already showed gray at the temples, but that didn't diminish his presence—he had the bearing of an old, dangerous lion, and his green eyes were as cold and expressionless as his son Stefan's.He was in his sixties, but every word he spoke still carried the weight of lead."I asked you to handle that dog, and look what you've caused—now there's a stupid woman as a witness. Are you new to this? Huh?! Are you a child?! Is this how you're going to lead when I hand you the business?! How disappointing!"From a chair to the side, another man barely contained a poorly disguised laugh. He didn't speak—but his smile said enough."The situation is under control," Ste