All Chapters of The Hired Gigolo Is My Husband's Son : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Romano's POVI had never made a bad bet.I knew getting rid of that bastard in Scarlett's stomach was going to save my marriage, and it did. The past few days, after Scarlett stopped mourning that bastard, I was the one she fell back on.It was as if she finally realized I was the only one in the world who would never leave her side and would always look after her, and I was able to exploit that weakness. I showed her how much I loved her, and she slowly opened up to me.And the sex? It had been so good.We had tried every position, every kinky fantasy that I had. We had become each other's personal pornstars, and even the thought of it made my rod jerk with excitement. Scarlett's tight pussy was simply made for my cock. I wouldn't mind buried inside her tight cunt for the rest of my life. I was obsessed with her.Which was why I was thinking of killing my other son now.“Why is he so close to her?” I mumbled, my voice vibrating with rage as I watched Marco holding Scarlett's arm so

Cindy's POVThe room fell silent after Scarlett's words, and even Romano looked shocked. But his expression quickly shifted into one of amusement. He must really have been loving this. He loved watching Scarlett fall apart for him, loved believing he could turn her into his puppet.But was Scarlett really surrendering to him?“What do you mean you don't want to go? Don't you want us to catch up?” I asked, keeping up the façade because I figured that was the only way Romano was going to let us out of that room.Could she not play along too?“What catching up? We can do that here, and I don't really feel like stepping out these days,” she said, shrugging her shoulders as she forced a tight smile. I wanted to argue after seeing that, but I noticed Romano looked more relaxed hearing her say those words.Was this to disarm his suspicions?“Really? Are you feeling unwell?” Romano asked, but Scarlett just brushed it off before asking if he could leave because she wanted a moment alone with m

Scarlett's POV “Is he finally letting you out?” Giselle asked as she helped me dress for the function I was attending with Romano that day. Romano had been quite the gentleman these past few days, and I had been rewarding him with the ghost willow tea, completely unbeknownst to him, or the effects of the tea he enjoyed so much. He said taking me to another function, like he used to before, was my reward for being obedient all this while. I found that almost laughable, but since that was Romano's delusion, who was I to ruin it? He actually thought I would be grateful that he had decided to parade me around as his trophy wife once again, but I was more than willing to let him enjoy his little show. “Yes, it's the birthday of one of his business partners,” I replied as Giselle fixed my hair. I caught her discreetly slipping a folded piece of paper into it. “What's that for?” I asked. “It's a letter asking for help. Give it to anyone at the party. Maybe they can help you...” she be

Scarlett's POVOops... that came out wrong.I had always tamed my tongue so I wouldn't give myself away to Romano by revealing I was planning something. But seeing the deadly look on his face and the murderous intent oozing from his eyes after my words, I realised maybe I had overstepped.So I quickly rephrased myself.“You want to kill me, huh?” he asked, his voice oddly amused as he grabbed my chin, and I met his gaze with a submissive look.“Do you really believe I could do that? Why would I need to kill you when my life depends on you?” I mumbled, watching Romano's emotions settle a little.“My life depends on me? How's that?” he asked, releasing my chin, but I wasn't ready to let go of my grip on him.“I mean... if you die today, that'll be the end of me too. I'm sure the people you've crossed won't spare me, and there are also a lot of people I've crossed...” I was saying, but he cut me off.“So what? Are you using me as your protective shield?” he asked, and I almost scoffed at

Romano's POVI looked down at the teacup, steam curling from the freshly brewed tea, and narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Maybe my assistant was wrong. After all, Scarlett had been the one brewing it every single day.But it didn't make sense.When Scarlett first started serving me the tea, I had made sure she drank from it first. There was no way she could have poisoned it without me knowing.Besides, I knew poison.None of the tea she had served me had shown any signs of being laced with it, so I ruled that possibility out. It wasn't the tea. If anything, it had been rather soothing, helping me sleep through the night without the nightmares that had plagued me for so long.“Stop overthinking it. It's not the tea,” I said, pouring myself another cup. I took a slow sip, and almost instantly, a familiar sense of comfort washed over me. The fragrant aroma filled my nose while the delicate taste lingered pleasantly on my tongue.It was relaxing.How could something that felt this calming p