Dante Demore: My Mysterious Mafia Husband

e vintage lighting of the room seemed to be the most classic thing ever. The vividly memorable and unfamiliar architecture of the roof awakened the brain cells of

r to console from the chills of coldness. Blinking her eyes a few times to bid goodbye to the drowsiness of her

her body upon the vision that filled her eyes. There was a man beside her. Covered in the same blanket, sleeping and naked! Her e

d, fearing the wo

ring pierced. She was stuck staring at him unconsciously, forgetting the mess inside her brain for a couple of while. With his remarkable features, she paid attention to every minute detail on his face including the small pinpoint mole under his lower lip.

y but all she could remember was having drinks with her friend from work, Hazel Grey. She burned more

h to accommodate half of her house but skimming through the useless materials of decoration had warned her that the man beside her was not a co

she was sure that her father must be waiting and boiling in anger at home. She dreaded th

at it still warmed the stranger beside her. She pushed herself to sit but halted after seeing a red drop on the white bedsheet

the terrible family circumstances, she didn't have much time to sit and think over thi

up the familiar electronic device. She picked up her old mobile screen which displayed the time six in the early morning and trust me, she was regretting

mysterious way felt adducting in that short unclear piece of memory. The loud moans, sweaty bodies and steamy breaths had clouded her brain in an unfaithful way. The girl

held. With his everything-so-perfect features and pumped-up toned body, were his eyes as captivating a

where her mobile was. In the devil of curiosity, she picked it up and unlocked it, only to find a few expensive and high-quality ciga

and held it in between her lips. She took the black metallic lighter in her hand, clicking the golden dragon-shaped cap to light up the flame. Throwing the leather box of cigars back to its original position, she walked towards the main door while burning the other end of the tobacco. The sizzling sound of the rolled b

he cigar between her index and middle finger and looked at the big building of one of the most expensive hotels

stranger man with the reasoning of his expensive stuff, this gigantic hotel and the mysterio

ree missed calls from her father and ten from Hazel. Leaning back in the seat, the girl diall

inally called

out at the expected resp

hin air out of nowhere!" Hazel Grey complained giving the girl with o

ou have my purse by the way?" Aria

u okay? I couldn't reach you despite

e to the office directly?" The lady in the taxi retorted, being straight

come aloof and unapproachable to others. No matter the number of people passe

to hear about your father. I didn't

e don't take it seriously Hazel." Aria stiffened, realizing that she had uttere

you do the things you would never e

ut

." She cut off the other girl and ended the conversation

y person sitting on the couch in the scattered mess and an empty bottle of alcohol in his hand waiting to be broken. Her skin had started crawling under the thick m

t closer to her eyes and studied its rich features, especially the dragon's golden cap which gave a magnificent aura. She turned th

ut, without realizing a h