Novel & Cerita I'm Not Done With You Yet

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

he simply replied with his deep morning voice very evident. "What does 'not yet' mean?" The amount of time we have been through this conversation and it still hasn't gone anywhere is genuinely concerning to me. "It means not yet." "It means not yet" I mocked his words in annoyance, then he looked up at me with a pointed look. "Cut the attitude." He ordered but I gave him a fake smile before standing up to leave. "Sit down. Where do you think you are going?" "To complete my work for the day," I replied while facing him with crossed arms.

I'm still a bit shocked at what he did, but not enough to forgive him. "I don't want to though, I wanna stay mad." I say sounding like a toddler. "Nugget, you're an adult now. You can't just not do stuff because you don't feel like it." I can so. "Ok fine! But I don't have to be nice to him." "Ok ok Nugget, I have to go now! I love you. Bye." He says in a rush before hanging up. This has happened too many times the past couple of days.

“I’m done. With your lies. Your arrogance. This entire joke of a marriage.” I stepped back, meeting his eyes one last time. “Whether you accept it or not, my marriage to you is over. I'll send the divorce papers to you. Sign them quietly and free me from this sham.”

"I'm not done with you yet, where the f*ck are you going?" *** *** A/N So umm...this was freaking hell to write😭I struggled so much🤦 but there's more🙃🥴❤️

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"

*** "I promised you a night out and I'm gonna give you exactly that." "The doctor said you must relax. We can go any other day." "I haven't been out in two years, and what do I have to show for it? A malfunctioning brain and a stitched arm." "Your brain is not malfunctioning. You have been through a lot." "Those words again, 'being through a lot.' Those words are banned for tonight." "Well since you Insist and are practically forcing me, I can never say no to a fun night out that didn't include me being the entertainment."

"We aren't finished yet. I don't want us to rush things." "Really?" "I'll still let you fuck me. I promise." I said.

Not yet. “I need time,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable now. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes.” The words hung between us, and I could feel the weight of them pressing down on my chest. This wasn’t over. Not yet. But I wasn’t sure what came next.

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