Todos los capítulos de THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

C71 – WHO SENT THEM?Eros got out of the car without waiting for the driver to fully stop—his steps were quick and determined. Every second without seeing her drove him mad. He didn't care about the dizziness or the pain still aching in his ribs. Nearly a week had passed without speaking to Lucy. Tamara had told him his phone had been damaged in the explosion—that it wasn't worth trying to recover it. But that didn't matter anymore.All he wanted was to see her. To make sure she was okay.He climbed the front steps and pushed the door open. He didn't knock. Didn't hesitate. He just walked in.The house was silent—and he saw her.She was in the dining room, sitting at the table, eating breakfast in silence.Alone.When she heard the door open, her eyes widened for just a second, filled with surprise—but that spark vanished instantly, and her gaze turned cold.Eros walked toward her, a tense smile on his face. Relieved to see her, to have her close."Little bunny, I'm here now," he murm

C73 – HAZELNUT CREAM.Lucy was in her room, her back against the headboard, a jar of chocolate hazelnut cream in her hands. She held it like a lifeline. Each spoonful was sweet, thick, sticky… but it didn't soothe anything. If anything, it just gave her an excuse to stay there, motionless, not thinking about what really hurt.Days had passed since Eros came back.Days of silence.Days when he hadn't come up to find her. Days when he hadn't tried to explain himself either. Maybe because he had nothing left to say. Or because he didn't think it was necessary. Maybe he thought she'd just get used to it—that she'd accept it like this, as if nothing he'd done mattered.But it did matter.The nights without him had destroyed her. The image of Eros with Tamara haunted her every time she closed her eyes. Imagining him with her—touching her, kissing her… making love to her—ate away at her from the inside.It was a slow torture that devoured her chest.Why? Why go back to her? Why treat her lik

C75 – PROVOCATION.The music kept playing, but Lucy no longer heard it. Everything felt a little blurry, as if she weren't really there. Leonardo held her firmly, but she kept searching—scanning the club again and again, hoping to see him among the shadows. But Eros didn't appear.Leonardo noticed her distraction and smiled, leaning in."Looking for someone, Lucy Anderson?" he whispered near her ear, his tone provocative. "Or waiting for someone to find you?"She tensed. And instantly, she understood—he knew. He knew there was someone else, that her mind wasn't there."None of your business," she said, trying to pull away—but Leonardo spun her abruptly and trapped her against his chest. His mouth almost touched her ear when he spoke again."Of course it is. Because if that someone were important… he'd already be here, don't you think?"The phrase landed like a knife straight to her chest. And it hurt. Because it was true. Eros wasn't there. He'd left her alone—maybe dressed in green a

C77 – ASK HER YOURSELF.Eros didn't move. His gaze remained fixed on Lucy, his chest rising and falling rapidly—unhinged and wounded."I don't have to choose," he said. "Because it's always been you. From the fucking start."Lucy blinked, feeling something break inside her—but she didn't let it show. She stepped back, crossed her arms, and shook her head."No. You're a goddamn liar.""I'm not.""I saw you!" she cut him off, shouting. "I saw her! You were with Tamara—in that goddamn bed."Eros went still for a second, then frowned, confused."What did you say?""That I saw you!" she blurted, almost spitting the words. "Tamara sent me a video. You were asleep—in her bed."Eros's eyes widened in disbelief—and then he connected the pieces. A wave of fury washed over him."I… no. I haven't touched anyone else since you've been with me. No one, Lucy!"She pressed her lips together, and for a moment, she hesitated—just a second—but the pain weighed more."I don't believe you. You were probab

C79 – HIS LUCY.Lucy's blood ran cold. Not because of Tamara—but because of him. Eros. Because of what he was willing to do for her. It wasn't an empty threat—she knew him well enough to know that if she opened her mouth and said do it, Tamara would cease to exist right there.And that terrified her.But the worst part… was that it also excited her.Because Eros was in his darkest, most dangerous form. And yet, he was still hers—as if the whole world could burn and he only cared about what she said.She swallowed hard, unable to look away from the gun."Eros… I—I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now."She didn't say no—but she didn't say yes either. Because part of her wanted him to step back, and the other part wanted to see how far he'd go for her.Eros curved his lips into a cold smile—without humor, without mercy."You know what the most common mistake is, little bunny? Letting someone screw us over again and again, without doing anything. Thinking that just walking away i