All Chapters of The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marcelina~The VIP section had its own kind of chaos. Women laughed loudly from nearby couches while dancers moved around poles under dim red lights. Some men sat back drinking, others had women on their laps while the rest paid for erotic dance or extra services like a blowjob.One of the male dancers approached me almost immediately. Tall, shirtless, and covered in tattoos. I could even see the ridiculous eight packs Valeria had been screaming about earlier and the very questionable dick size straining against his boxer briefs.Honestly, it looked medically concerning.How exactly was that supposed to fit anywhere inside the human body without causing permanent damage?"Ciao, bella sexy..." The dancer said and I nearly choked on my drink when he smiled at me. "Why so nervous?" [Hello, sexy lady...]"No," I blurted out before he could even say another word.Valeria burst into loud laughter."Celina, Relax. He's not proposing marriage." The man chuckled softly and crouched slightly b

Domenico~I wasn't supposed to be in Italy.Let alone in his wife's bedroom. Yet here I was, standing silently beside Marcelina's bed at four in the fucking morning, staring at the woman who had somehow managed to stay rent-free in my head no matter how far apart we were. She was asleep.Or at least, I thought she was.The doctor had called it exhaustion mixed with a severe panic attack.I called it fucking recklessness.By now, I was supposed to be somewhere over the fucking Black Sea, handling the disaster waiting for me in Russia.Instead, I had spent the last few hours on a jet back to Italy covered in blood and smoke because my wife thought disappearing into a strip club without security was a brilliant fucking idea.The irony almost made me laugh.Especially after the shit she said before leaving the dining room that morning._I hope whatever keeps you away turns to shit and leaves you choking on it_My eyes darkened.Because that was exactly how the fucking day went.The ship

Domenico~The fear didn't disappear completely, but anger pushed through it fast enough. And suddenly, I saw the same woman from the dining room the previous morning."Well, excuse me for not sitting at home staring out the window waiting for you to appear for once," she snapped.My expression darkened slightly."You do whatever the fuck you want—" "And that led you to a strip club?" I asked, cutting her off."Yes!" She looked shocked by her own response immediately after. But it was too late."So this was revenge," I asked, running my fingertips through the fabric of the dress.She sucked in a breath."No." "Your Mama never taught you all liars go to hell?" Her jaw tightened and she jerked away from me as though the words slapped her."It wasn't revenge," she repeated stubbornly. "I just wanted one fucking night where I didn't feel like some pathetic woman trapped in a giant house waiting around for her husband to acknowledge her existence."The words should've done nothing.Inst

Marcelina~Heat crawled beneath my skin.My pulse throbbed wildly against his fingers.And the grip he had on my hair only made everything feel hotter."But maybe that's my fault." I swallowed hard."What does that even mean?"Still holding my hair firmly in his hand, he reached for his belt with his free hand. The metallic sound of the buckle sliding free shattered the silence in the room.My stomach dropped instantly."It means," he said calmly as he pulled the belt completely from the loops of his trousers, "I've been too patient with you, Ladrita," Another violent shiver rolled through me.My eyes locked onto the belt in his hand and suddenly my pulse was thundering so hard it hurt."Domenico..." The warning came out weaker than I intended.Or maybe it sounded more nervous than warning at all.Because despite the fear curling tightly in my chest, sparks consumed my skin, and the heat in my stomach flared to life. I shuddered at the sensation, my pulse beating so wildly I could

Marcelina~Domenico stood completely still, watching me like I had shifted something inside him. His eyes stayed fixed on me with that same blazing intensity that made heat spread helplessly through my body. There was nothing calm or indifferent about the way he looked at me now.He looked tense.Hungry. Hotter.Like he was seeing me for the very first time and hated how much he liked what he saw.Like every ounce of restraint inside him was hanging by a thread.My skin burned under the weight of his stare until I had to press my thighs together just to relieve the ache down there. And somehow, that only made his expression darken further.A shaky breath escaped me.Because I suddenly realized something terrifying.I never knew Domenico Vitali was capable of looking at me like this.Every instinct screamed at me to cover myself somehow, but I couldn't move. Couldn't think. Because there was no hiding anything.Not my face.Not my reaction.Not the way my body trembled under his star