Forced to Marry the Mafia Don

h. It explored as if searching for something inside me. I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly. Some

ssing me. Instead of stopping him, I saw myself being drawn into what he was doing. This was part of m

lier, I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. Our kisses de

oan because of that. I seemed to have lost mys

est. I involuntarily flinched when he grazed the curve of my right breast. It didn't stay there long;

ially when I tasted the

, feeling my cheeks fl

void of emotion. He sighed before w

entional action disappoint

is name before or if this was the first time. "Were y

tning. I bowed my head; I couldn't loo

you were cheating and planning to divorce me," I managed to

meet Gio's, boldly l

ght hurt me. But he didn't lay a hand on me. Instead,

cold. "But be thankful for that woman you saw

g that. His expression was sti

he wedding. Luckily, the pictures of you didn't circulate," he continued, shaking his head as if disappointed. "Because the moment our enemies find out that I'm getti

that the woman with him in the picture might be buri

I looked at it before raising my gaze to Gio. I hesitated for a moment before accept

uld use force. I thought, like my father, he would punish m

o home,

or the first time, hearing my name being

heartless could say my name in the soft

closed my eyes, realizing that in my thoughts, I was calling Gio, my husba

car, deeply engrossed in his laptop. When there were no

with each other because we had entered into a lifelong commitment, but when

, Gio was worse, ten times mo

gaze. My heart raced wildly for a moment; I

e view was familiar to me, as it was the same sight I had

re Gio's house was located. It's still

ld see the family emblem on it. I remembered the first time I arrived here; I was captivated by t

far away, I saw the familiar house where

anted to ask Gio, but I was afraid. Gio had this aura that discouraged you from asking about things he had already discussed. It was as if he gave y

make him mad. He might... he might hurt me

me. As I stepped out, all the household staff and Gio's employees lined

d slide from my back to my waist. I took a deep breath. In

aff who welcomed us, two more people were in the

heir boss. It wouldn't surprise me if

reeted me. A strange surge of electricity cour

I married Gio, and we are now husband

na," the woman in

Locatelli," t

s. I extended my hand to shake theirs, but they just

I quickly withdrew it. Wasn't this a common gesture

her throat and s

s," Gio said, pulling me away from

iana and Dario, and t

two men in my life touch me. When Papa holds me, all I feel is fear because I know he'll hurt me. But whenever G