All Chapters of The Don's Contract Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia's POV.“Raymond would never do that!” I snapped, slamming my fist on the table.Viktor Volkov–the business tycoon–as he was usually addressed took another sip from his glass, smiling at me like I was a poor, naive girl… one that I didn't realize that I was until I was deceived.“He did sweetheart. You have no idea what your sweet boy would do for money,” He muttered, adjusting his tie with a smirk on his face… mocking me.My heart pounded heavily in my chest, I shook my head in disbelief, this can't be possible.I was going to get married to Raymond in a few weeks. He had informed me that the meeting with Viktor was nothing more than a good business deal that was going to get him quick money…but what Viktor wanted me to do was far from a business deal. He wanted me to spend one night with him. My body in return for the sweet deal.I crossed my arms, glaring daggers at the man in front of me, “Raymond is not someone you mess with Mr Viktor. My boyfriend will blow your head off

Amelia's POV.The rays of sunlight peeled into the room, making my face wrinkle from the heat. The softness of the bed felt so comfortable until I opened my eyes. The room smelled like lilies and an expensive cologne, and the sleek white walls looked nothing like my apartment.I perked up the bed, confused as to how I got here as there was no one in the room but then a door creaked open and the man who stepped out made me freeze.Don Mateo.The most feared Mafia Lord in the city, and my ex’s father.His name rang through the walls of the underworld for his ruthlessness, and his promiscuous lifestyle.My jaws dropped as my eyes raked his godlike features. His green eyes glowed like pearls, and his muscular frame fit in nicely to the black shirt he was wearing, his jawline was so acute and his height was not only intimidating but sexy.If I didn't know he was my ex’s father, I'd never have known he's a middle aged man.“You're awake,” he said calmly, walking towards me.That snapped me

Amelia's POV.“If you want them out of there, get your ass over to Viktor and get my money.” Raymond fired back, his sharp voice reverberating through the phone.My wobbly knees gave out, making my body collapse on the road. I pulled hard on my hair, yelling out my frustration as I ran to Anna's place.Sprinting through the night wind should have calmed the tension erupting inside me but all it did was make my skin burn even more.When I arrived at Anna's place, she wouldn't stop questioning me and I couldn't find the words.“My–my mother, he–he,” I stuttered, bursting into tears as Natasha wrapped her hands around me.“Calm down, everything will be fine. Please, calm down,” Anna whispered, rubbing a hand down my back and that managed to stop me from sobbing so hard.She broke the embrace, helping me sit on her couch, “What does he want? He's still insisting on sleeping with Viktor?” I nodded, stifling a breath to hold back the tears as my eyes were already burning from the incessant

Amelia's POV.  I tried to wrap my head around the room but I just couldn't. If one wasn't told, they could easily assume that this room belonged to me. That had me wondering, what if this was all some strange game? What if Don Mateo was trying to use me just like his son? My legs grew weak, threatening to give out, so I took a seat on the queen-sized bed. But my mind didn't stop racing with different thoughts. The rush of adrenaline made me restless and I soon found myself on my feet, pacing back and forth.What if accepting the Don's proposal was a mistake? And my mom…Fuck.I didn't even know her state right now.The thought of that made me bolt out of the room, wanting to ask him about my mom. But the scene I met outside made me freeze, clutching my fingers around the railing. “You had just one job,” Don said, his tone low and dark.The worker he's h

Amelia's POV.My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw Don Mateo step out of the bathroom. His dark hair looked shiny, and pretty much still wet. Spots of water slicked down his chest, stopping at his torso, which had a towel carefully draped around him there. His bulge was evident even under the towel and the sight of it made my insides pool with heat. He looked nothing like his age, and that just made all the more irresistible to me. As he walked away from the bathroom, the memory from him fucking me hard came to mind. Even in my state of mind at the time, I could still remember the burn in between my legs from every stroke. Every part of me simmered with heat, beckoning me to walk up to him, strip him and enjoy his thickness inside me again. But I bit hard on my lips, knowing better than to act on it. Our relationship wasn't real, even if we were trying to make it look like that.But how do I resist this man who currently looked like–“Margherita, you're staring again.”