The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife

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of whom weren’t aware of my relationship with him. The very few who’d known who Adonis was to me would always know to

ed around the room to make sure no one was looking. But the people

traight face. If he knew what my tied up meant,

s on the day of your engagement? I told Malcolm

dle some last-minute meetings t

staring me down like a hawk. She wasn’t very fond of my attitude, but she cared for me all the same. As her brother-

ulling my brother’s eyes on m

he isn’t ready. Bella isn’t ready to bring her out,”

the room who doesn’t absolutely h

is and me, yet so pure of heart and nothing like us in entirety. I’d been

ling her,” A

Are you fucking with me? Says the fa

e up for the time

was struggling with his own demons ever since he’d learnt he had a daughter he hadn’t known about for eight fucking years. He had

owed behind him, and, meeting Bella’s eyes, I shot her a grin.

ed every tradition, but that was the extent of my brother’s powers. Cosa Nostra was also ruled based on the majority of decisio

ime at least once,” Bella

esponded, “Well, I was held

ro

a blonde with striking features and a glum look on her face. She was a new face. Taking the seat on her other

eople,” Adonis said, standing beside the onl

dding,” I gritted. “Few people would want to mis

ing on the wineglass in her hand and carefully angling her forefinger at the b

head snapped toward the gir

me was a woman with an hourglass shape accentuated by the dress and a handful of breasts and ass. With a s

er, she turned away. Shy and reserved like all the women of this fucked up world. They were

n’t be choosers,” I sa

young. No part of me was prepared to accept this woman as my fiancé

” Adonis muttered, lower

tered to myself bef

t I had different plans, ones I doubted this girl would understand. I had to do

we go back to our seats.” Bella stood up a

trying to win some condolence. But who was I kiddi

der. A warning. “Sit,” was all he s

with tension and eyes focused on the solid table clo

doing that,” I said calmly. She jerke

ay she looked, so tamed and in control that I doubted the vibrat

my eyes and I noticed the colour of them. It was a light brown shade. “I’m the outgoing t

e you uncomfort

ine

ankness. Doesn’

n in this room, with brooding expressions, or none at all, and terse composure, they

ked, but moved at the same time. No one had ever asked me this. Seeing me s

cal pair of eyes to Mariella, the light brown shade. The girl had long dark brown waves and even

rossing her hands over her chest a

seats, Ara,” Mariella

just shift.

the next chair, she voice

been more than fifteen or sixteen, but the confidence in her made her look older than her

ked at the only seat left. “Le

That was what she revelled in. But she was trying to budge

extra one and pulled an empty seat from the next table. Placing it beside Mar

enough, I didn’t want to. It was all because of the snobby look on the brunette

ined drawn as she examined my face

and you’re the sister,” I pointed between Mariella and then her si

Arabella Romano.” She slowly took a seat and leane

s something wild about her aura and her voice was louder compared to my bride-

ything but normal and more li

her sister’s, but I was very well at noting people's expressions, something I’d honed while being

rom?” she asked. “What do you do? Who are your par

, I questioned back, “Is th

ecent enough to pay my sister a visit before this p

if this were

ve me. Her audacity was surprising and goo

” The scepticism in her voice made me want to scoff, but I control

but it takes about three hours to get to Minneapolis. And if yo

expected me to give a reply to that. But I didn’t have any guilt that I hadn

the picture-perfect husband Ma