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| 21 | Not Real
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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 22 | Secrets To Keep
[ S E R A P H I N E ] Why isn't he talking anymore? Did I say something that upset him? Maybe he thinks I'm prying too much. Is he trying to tell me I should forget about our arrangement and just go back home? I'm starting to think he doesn't and won't ever trust me with his other secrets. It's been minutes since I asked him if he wants to call this whole thing off. I still haven't gotten a real answer. We're back on the second floor, alone here in the guest room he's been using. It's not bigger than the one I've been sleeping in. But it does have a better view of the pool. I've tried to convince him that his injured hand needs cleaning up, so now we're in this brightly lit bathroom that faintly smells of him. I guess that means my sinuses are no longer as clogged as I think. The cold night wraps around the bathroom like a tight-fitting shroud, reminding me that we're far away from Liguria and basically hiding out in this huge, modernist villa surrounded by tranquil views, thick
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[ D O M I N I C O ]This rooftop isn't as bad or freezing as I thought. It's got a clear, panoramic view of the landscape beyond the fence, and the vents for the heating system are doing their job. My guest also seems to be enjoying the hot tub jets. Her arms rest on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her head tilted back, her glistening brown hair partly covering the golden handles. I'm sitting at the fully stocked bar in this dim corner, waiting for her to be done with her hot tub massage. It should alleviate her fever and body pains. She needs a restful night of much-needed sleep to recuperate. Seraphine won't let me join her in the Jacuzzi because she thinks I'll catch the bug from her. All day, she keeps saying she's contagious, which is why I've kept my distance.I don't want to, but I don't want her to think I don't take her seriously or I'm a handsy creep just like my father. I'm not. I'm trying my best not to make her any more uncomfortable. Even though my eyes are just drawn to her
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 24 | You're Safer With Me
[ S E R A P H I N E ]It's almost nine. I should eat something, then go straight to bed. I'll start packing first thing in the morning. But I'm not really hungry. My appetite's poor like the past few days. And my sleeping pattern's still all kinds of whack. My other flu symptoms have improved, though. That hot tub massage actually helps. I'll stay here for a bit. That guest room's starting to give me claustrophobia. Sleep can wait. For now I'll just enjoy this moment and thank God that I've had the opportunity to see this place and stay in this gorgeous villa for a few nights. “Wow.” This infinity pool is nothing short of breathtaking. This view is just sublime. I wanna come back here soon with Mama and Daddy Raffy, if Dominico's friend will let me pay for a two-day stay. The rental fee's most likely too steep for my budget, but, I'll make it happen. Letting out a sigh, I sit up on the recliner and glance behind. Looks like he's on his phone again. Is it a video call? It must be
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 25 | It's Just A Kiss
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti serve una mano?” [Do you need help?]“No.” I give Paolo a smile and put down the last box, the second biggest one containing my shoes and some old paperbacks. “Grazie ancora.” [Thanks again.]“Prego. Vado.” [Welcome. I'll head out.] “Molto grazie, Pao.” [Thanks a lot.]“Chiamami se ti serve qualcosa.” [Call me if you need anything.] Still in his black shirt and jeans, Paolo waves at me briefly and walks down the stairs, probably about to dispose of the boxes in the kitchen the movers forgot to throw out. Half an hour later, I'm still organizing my clothes and books into Dominico's old closet and wooden shelf. I still have a few more boxes in the corner to unpack. But tonight's not gonna be another sleepless night. It also helps that this place isn't far from the country club. Like Dominico said, it's not even a half-hour drive. 45 minutes if traffic's bad. Although I know he's busy with work, I still feel kinda disappointed that he didn't show up for
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]“Is it good?”“This one tastes better on a hot day. But I still want you to cook this for me every week.”I look up from my phone and stare at the guy sitting across from me. I give him a close-lipped smile the moment I see his empty plate. It looks like he wiped it clean, unlike mine. I'm not on a diet, though.He's just built different. Aside from being ten inches taller than me, Dominico weighs twice my weight, too.“Duly noted, Sir,” I retort as he reclines with his forearms on the table. Like the living room and the rest of the apartment, it's not too bright in here, which I prefer. I didn't turn on all of the lights because I don't want him to worry again. I still look paler than printing paper. I didn't bother to put on any makeup 'cause I didn't want him to wait another five minutes. Or make him think I'm trying to look cute for him.“I'm dead serious.”“Sure.” I shrug weakly and check my notifications again. Still nothing from Angelo. Of course. Ugh. “Wh
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 27 | Your Fiancé's Got Secrets
[ S E R A P H I N E ]As big clouds dim the afternoon sky, I check the time on the desktop screen. It's almost six in the evening, and the lobby has become quiet again. No new cars parking in the lot. No new guests approaching. I can take my 15-minute breather now. “Finally.” Hidden in my skirt's pocket, my phone buzzes once more on my thigh as I walk out of the lobby. Just another text from Dominico. I'm sure.Angelo normally doesn't text me at this hour. Dom's text can wait. If it's an emergency, he will call. Same goes for my parents.“It's nothing urgent. It can wait,” I tell myself as I rub my eyes and my warm temples. Dull throbs indicate a bitching headache later. Maybe because I barely got five hours of sleep. But it's not Dominico's fault. The guy left before midnight. Neither did he encourage me to overthink my way into another anxiety attack. It's my fault. I chose to do the things I did last night. Not just the hug I gave him before he left. That was the only wholesome
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 28 | Meet My Family
[ S E R A P H I N E ]At 6:45, my concentration gets shattered when Dominico shows up at the entrance and strides in with his stepmom.The ever-gorgeous Mrs. Tomassini. Like always, she's wearing expensive-looking clothes that show off her slim and athletic body, exuding class and sophistication with every step. Her ensemble this evening is a pair of leggings and a black racerback sports bra. They match her trainers, as well as her shiny brown hair bound by a high ponytail.I put on my best smile the second we make eye contact. The receptionist desk hides me from the chest down to my high heels, but I'm pretty sure she remembers my face.Behind her, clad in a dark suit and white shirt, Dominico focuses on his phone and looks like he just got out of the office. Tentative steps and a frown make him look a tad uncomfortable. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. Right now I want to pull him to the side, confront him and punch him in the throat before his stepmom can strike up a conve
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 29 | An Inside Job
[ D O M I N I C O ]So this is her on a bad day. I bet she's itching to tell me to get lost. And not in a nice way this time. My fiancée wants me out of here. As far away from her as possible. She thinks I'm just a pain in her neck, and I get it. No woman in her right mind would hang around me for more than five minutes. Unless they need something from me. Or they want something from my family and their handy, mostly shady connections. I'm sitting in this plush couch alone with my buzzing phone. Tired. Restless. Covered in sweat. I sigh and unbutton the front of my shirt. This humidity is fucking distracting. But still not as much as she distracts me. She doesn't even have to do anything. Merely existing in my peripheral vision is enough to throw me off my game.I bite back the urge to swear while my pretend girlfriend leans on the front desk, tirelessly greeting clients with a smile that could end wars. Wait. Shit. We're not boyfriend-girlfriend anymore. People think we're get
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