Todos los capítulos de I Became the Wife He Wanted: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Rainy nights in Chicago were always bitterly cold.I leaned against the taxi window and closed my eyes. Everyone knew I loved Cillian. Loved him enough to willingly step into the blood-soaked world of the Mafia for him.I fell in love with him at first sight at a charity gala at Northwestern when I was eighteen.He was the youngest heir to the Donovan family. Cold, dangerous, and fatally attractive.But he never spared me a glance. His eyes were always glued to his childhood sweetheart, Zelda. As long as he guarded Zelda, I loved him in secret.Until five years ago, when Zelda ran away from her wedding for the ninth time. She left a room full of Mafia bosses for an underground rock singer, humiliating the Donovan elders beyond repair.The elders laid down the law. Zelda was banished from the family forever. Cillian hit rock bottom. But a month later, he snapped back to his old self and started looking for a new bride.My heart hammered when I heard the news. I used my law firm's con

When I woke up, the sharp stench of hospital antiseptic filled my nose.Cillian sat by the bed. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw covered in dark stubble. He looked completely wrecked. Seeing my eyes flutter open, he shot up and grabbed my hand."Alessia, you're awake!" His voice trembled. "How do you feel? Does it hurt?"I just looked at him quietly. I didn't offer an answer.Then, slowly and firmly, I pulled my hand out of his grip. His hand hovered in the empty air. A flash of panic crossed his eyes. He thought I was still furious."Alessia, I'm sorry," he tried to explain desperately. "It was total chaos. The snipers didn't have a clean shot, and I was terrified of triggering them. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."I finally met his gaze. My eyes were as dead as a stagnant pool. No resentment, no expectations."I know. It's okay," I said softly. "Because I don't expect anything from you anymore."The words were light, but Cillian jolted like he'd been struck by lightning. He sta

The soft click of the door shutting cut cleanly through the heavy breathing and rustling of clothes in the room.The frantic movement on the bed came to a dead halt. Like he'd just had a bucket of ice water dumped over his head, Cillian went rigid and shoved Zelda off his chest."What's wrong?" Zelda frowned, her clothes half-off. She tried to crawl back to him, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Cillian...""Don't touch me!" He swatted her eager hand away, violently yanking his shirt collar together. His eyes darted around, terrified to even look at her half-naked form."I... I had too much to drink," he panted, pulling the worst excuse in the book. "Just now... I thought you were Alessia."Zelda let out a cold, bitter laugh, her eyes instantly welling with tears. "You thought I was Alessia? Cut the bullshit, Cillian! Look me in the eye and tell me you were thinking about that boring bitch! You love me!"She threw herself at him, gripping his waist tightly, crying and begging. "Cillian, s

(Cillian’s POV)A knot of dread had been tightening in Cillian’s gut all day, a cold premonition that he was about to lose something irreplaceable.He’d told his men to have Alessia call him the second she was ready to admit she was wrong.The old Alessia would have called by now, scrambling to make things right.She was always terrified of making him mad.But lately… Alessia had changed.She’s just playing games, Cillian told himself. Trying to get my attention.He was her husband. Swallowing his pride for a minute wouldn't kill him.With that thought, a weight lifted from his chest. He grabbed his phone and dialed her number, a sudden impatience to hear her voice washing over him.“The number you have dialed has been turned off…”The cold, robotic voice hit him like a death sentence.He hung up, annoyed. Dialed again. Hung up. Dialed again.His fingers were shaking.“Cillian…”Zelda stumbled out of her room, her face ashen and her eyes puffy and red. She threw herself into his arms,

Cillian wouldn’t just sit and wait. He called the managing partner at Alessia’s old law firm. He called all her friends. No one knew a thing.Finally, he got the partner on the line.“Tell me where Alessia went. I’m her husband, I have a right to know where she is.”There was a pause on the other end, then a polite, cool voice. “I’m sorry, Mr. Donovan, but we cannot disclose Alessia’s private information.”“I’m her husband!” Cillian yelled, his control snapping.“Mr. Donovan,” the man said calmly, “when Ms. Alessia applied for a position here, she specifically requested that all her information be kept confidential from you.”“And, as I understand it, you are no longer her husband.”Every lead went cold. He spent the entire night parked outside the apartment of Alessia’s best friend, Chloe.The early winter night was frigid. He stood in the biting wind, wearing nothing but a thin suit jacket, his lips turning blue.When Chloe came out the next morning, she saw him, froze for a second,