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he said. Woah. Just woah. Those are the words my husband would use about our wedding. I turned out their conversation, keeping my eyes fixed on the steak, I guess this was the only good thing that came out of this outing. “Excuse me, I would like to use the restroom,” I said with a polite smile. I wasn’t going to sit and listen to him find new ways to downgrade me. “I will join you,” Was it crazy that I didn’t even bother to know her name? Like I had already told myself there was nothing that would ever make me have a conversation with them again.

He immediately pointed at her and snapped back angrily. “Hey, stop yelling! I can hear you just fine. I’m not deaf!” “If you’re not deaf, then why aren’t you answering my question?” Angelica challenged, growing angrier. Collin growled, no longer able to hold it in. Just a few months into marriage, and it already felt like nothing but hell. “I’ll answer however I want. Why are you interfering?” “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to find an excuse to cheat by coming home late and saying you have work?”

I let the words linger before adding, casually, “Make me happy, or I’ll make sure your wife and father-in-law are very unhappy. Speaking of which… how’s your girlfriend? And those two bastard children?” I laughed before hanging up. That was all the motivation he needed to get my job done. Nico had married into power, the daughter of a Familia lawyer. His wife was the perfect little housewife, and clueless that he had a mistress and two kids tucked away in a different borough. If she found out? If her father found out? Nico would be a dead man. And so would his entire family.

"Anna, please don't blame me for what happened yesterday. I was devastated. I lost control." "My husband is gone. Died in that fight. I've been a wreck, and all I want now is somewhere quiet to get through the rest of my life. If Marcus is making me his mistress because of some obligation to continue the bloodline, honestly, I'd rather not. That kind of talk gets out, and it makes your position as Donna impossible too." I watched her twist and cringe through the whole speech while knowing exactly who she really was, the woman who'd had me destroyed in my last life. What a nauseating performance.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

The wedding was happening one week earlier than Nicole had expected. Apparently perverted old men didn't take too kindly to being kicked in the balls even though preying on innocent young girls was one of their favourite pastimes. Don Matteo wasn't any different and after Nicole had so painfully "assaulted" him as he elaborately worded it, he went straight to her father to voice his concerns. Like the manipulated bastard that he was, he told Nicole's father that he was no longer sure if he wanted the marriage as his safety and wellbeing was now in question.

the man at the door smiled. He turned to Sylvia. “You must be Duke's wife,” he flashed her a smile. “I'm Ricardo Brown, your daughter's husband,” he flashes his tobacco stained teeth at her. Seeing his teeth, Sylvia nearly burst out laughing at Elena's awful luck. But then she managed to compose herself as Max was standing right in front of her. “My daughter is not married,” she said. “Well, she can tell the tale once she wakes up,” the man cleared his throat and lowered himself into a seat.

“With rumors going around…Nico.” My heart stopped. Just hearing that out loud from someone who wasn’t family seemed to hit harder than I expected. It made it more…real? “I..er…what did you hear?” I whispered, reaching for the glass of water. “Not much but words spread in the business world faster than fire and your husband…he is clearly more than just a mafia boss,” he said. “No one has seen him in a long time and his business arrangements are being handled by his…well, his best friend Caelian Rizzo?”

Holding the gun close, I moved cautiously then rounded the corner into my tiny kitchen— And there he was. Nikolai stood behind my stove with a spatula in hand. He was shirtless and turned in time to give me that annoying grin of his. “Hope you like your eggs scrambled,” he said. “Figured you’d need the protein after last night.”