Semua Bab Mafia's Addiction (Savage Men Series): Bab 11 - Bab 20

I felt utterly disgusted with myself after what Marco did to me. I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, scrubbing my body hard, but I still couldn’t erase the feeling of his touch. It was like his hands had been imprinted on my skin.Oh God… How did I end up in this kind of situation?I had always been a good person. I put others before myself. And yet here I was… still committing a sin.All I wanted was to learn how to make my husband happy.But I couldn’t understand why I felt that way. I was so angry at myself because no matter how many times I denied it, I had actually enjoyed what Marco did to me.It was painful. It was humiliating. But I felt pleasure. And that was what I couldn’t accept.The next morning, I immediately tried calling Greg as soon as I woke up. I was sure he was already worried sick about me. But he didn’t answer. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn’t reach him.What could be happening to him? Was he angry? Or… did he somehow find out that I never came

No. I didn’t believe what Claire said.It was impossible.Yes, things between Greg and I weren’t passionate anymore, but he was still a good husband. He never once raised his voice at me.I got out of the car and walked quickly toward our house. The main door was open, so I knew he was inside. Besides, it was Sunday—his day off.The moment I stepped in, I froze. The living room was a mess. There were pizza boxes, empty wine bottles, junk food wrappers, and several beer bottles scattered everywhere.Did Greg throw a party while I was gone?“Greg?” I called out.We didn’t have any helpers. Greg preferred that I handle all the housework myself. I didn’t mind—it was my duty as his wife.I went upstairs. I was nearing

I couldn’t stay still as we walked down the hallway. I kept lifting the hem of my gown, afraid it would slip down any second. On top of that, Marco’s grip on my waist was so tight it felt like I was a child who would get lost the moment he let go.“Relax, Lorribel. You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight. You should be proud. Be confident,” Marco said.I wrinkled my nose at his words. I didn’t want to believe his compliment because I knew exactly what kind of “praise” it really was.All he ever thought about was something filthy.I forced myself to relax and just kept walking beside him.The moment we entered the ballroom, I was overwhelmed. The place was packed with people I didn’t know, though some faces looked familiar—politicians, celebrities, and big names from across

My head felt like it was splitting open the moment I regained consciousness. My head hung limply, and I could barely stand properly. That’s when I realized I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists.I jolted awake and frantically looked around.It was dark. I was in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a single weak yellow bulb hanging above.Where am I? What happened?I tried to pull my hands free from the ropes, but I only winced in pain. They were tied too tightly.Oh God… What happened to me? Where am I?Tears welled up in my eyes. What sin did I ever commit? I was faithful to my husband. He was the reason I even wanted to learn those things. Is this my karma for making a deal with a dangerous man?Am I going to die here?I f

For several days, I couldn’t get out of bed. The trauma from what happened kept me trapped under the covers. Marco didn’t force me to do anything. He just let me rest.Every night, he stayed in my room. He watched over me. He was the one who took care of me—feeding me, helping me bathe, never leaving my side.At first, I felt shy and uncomfortable. But as the days passed, I slowly got used to his presence. I stopped caring that he was apparently a Mafia boss. All I saw was how gentle he was with me.That day, I finally decided to get up. I slipped on a simple white dress and walked out of the room. I ran into Nana Lucing in the living room. She was carrying a tray of food, probably meant for me.“Miss Lorribel. How are you feeling? Why did you come down already?” she asked.“Uhm… I’ve been