my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart
“Stop. If you did, you’d have found us by now. Sorry. She moved past him, but he cornered her, his face inches away. He leaned in to kiss her, but she slapped her hand over his mouth.
“Not cheating, thanks. Did you sign the contracts?”
Cheating? He tortures you, and he’s in a wheelchair. “He paused. I did. Made a few corrections, but it’s all good. Thanks, Bella.”
He is my husband, and now I need you to respect that. “How’s Kayla?”
“You’ve been keeping tabs on me? I just divorced her. She trapped me during one of my drunken nights after you left. Anyway, she’s gone. Never touched her.”
Bab Populer