All Chapters of Dear Husband, I'm the Mafia Princess You Want Dead!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Celestia ~ I slowly opened my eyes, feeling heavy and confused. Blinking a few times, I tried to take in my surroundings, but everything felt a bit fuzzy. The first thing I noticed was the soft hum of a plane engine. A plane? Where am I? What the fuck was going on? The last thing I remembered was being so angry and then… My heart raced as I pushed myself up, trying to gather my thoughts. I glanced around the large cabin, and that’s when I saw him—Dmitri . He was sitting in a seat opposite me, his eyes glued to his laptop, fingers tapping away at the keys. “Dmitri ?” I croaked, my voice sounding hoarse. He looked up instantly, his expression shifting to concern. “Hey, you’re awake,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Are you okay?” “Uh, where are we?” I asked, trying to shake off the lingering fog in my head. He stared at me for a moment, then asked, “Do you remember last night?” I frowned, trying to recall the events. The last thing I remembered was dancing at the

Celestia~I excused myself from the living room, feeling the tiredness of the conversation pressing on me. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said to Dmitri and Roxanne. They nodded, and I slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Once inside, I quickly pulled out my phone. My heart raced as I dialed Ilya’s number. He was my informant, and I needed to know what was happening. After a few rings, he answered. “Celestia ! Is everything okay?”“Ilya, I need to know what’s going on. My father is still looking for me. He’s really determined,” I said, glancing at the door to make sure no one was coming. “What should I do?”“You should lay low for a while,” Ilya replied, his voice serious. “There are some things happening in the grand mansion. Your father is upset and asking a lot of questions about you.”“Great, just what I needed to hear,” I said, frustration creeping in. “What things? What is he planning?”“I don’t have all the details yet, but it doesn’t sound good,” Ilya warne

Celestia ~The next day, I found myself sitting at a small table in the café attached to the office. I had just finished a stack of paperwork when Dmitri ’s mother, Mrs. Dmitri , approached me with a warm smile. How the fuck did she just got here and everyone was so calm? She was waving and smiling too. Did no one here fear their boss? “Celestia !” she called out, her voice cheerful. “Can I join you?”“Of course!” I replied, smiling back as she took the seat across from me. “It’s nice to see you.”“It’s nice to see you too,” she said. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”My heart raced a little. “Oh? About what?”“I just wanted to say that I really like you,” she said, leaning in slightly. “You remind me of myself when I was younger. You’re strong, smart, and very determined.”“Thank you! That means a lot,” I said, feeling a wave of relief and happiness. “I’ve been trying to do my best here.”“And I can see that! You’re doing a wonderful job. Dmitri thinks highly of you,” she added w

Celestia~I rolled onto the side of the bed and felt wave after wave of exhaustion wash over me. Fuck, I was exhausted and I with the way down there hurt, I wasn't sure I could move a fucking inch. I glared at Dmitri who was responsible for this mess but kept silent as I tried to make my way to the bathroom. As soon as I got in, I turned on the shower and felt another jolt of pain as I sat in the tub. The man had fucked me to every inch of my life and for a first timer, he was such a brute. “Tch, bastard.” I don't even know why I drank so much or partied so hard but I should have eased up on it and usually, I'd not remember a thing but I was well aware cause I kept having sex till I was completely worn out. “I may have friggin passed out.”I sat down and let the hot water run through my body till it turned cold. Stepping out, I saw the bed was completely empty and there was a note by the bed stand. “Emergency meeting. I really wanted to stay and take care of you. I was coming to

Celestia~ “Tiaaaaaaa” I groaned into my pillow as I heard Roxanne’s voice come from downstairs. Why did she have to be so fucking loud when I was having a hangover and in pain all over. What the fuck! “Shut the fuck up bitch.” I muttered to myself and felt throbbing pain in my skull. “Celestia aaaa!” She walked into the room and I swear, I could see her evil grin before I actually opened my eyes. “Wakey, Wakey baby.” “Get out of here and stop making such a stupid racket. What are you doing here this early?” “Funny as it may seem, your darling husband sent me here to take care of you.” “Yea right. I'll believe that as soon as you tell me that Justin Bieber is the president.” “Gurl! I'd vote for him if he ever wanted to contest but that's out of the point. It's the fact that your man has the guts to actually bring me out of friggin cloud nine at the early hours of three am this morning. Requesting that I get you some “pain meds” and make sure you're ok since he can't take