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Chapter 21: Locked
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My Mob Husband Chapter 22: Ring
I awoke with a terrible headache; my vison was spinning as I tried to get up from the bed. Later that day I realized I had a fever. Arcel stayed beside me all throughout. She tended to my needs and fed me until I was feeling a little better. It was probably because I slept late last night after the incident with Vincenzo. I wasn’t able to sleep peacefully because my mind keep going back and forth to the conversation I had with him. Later in the day, just as I started to drift into a restless slumber, the door creaked open, and Vincenzo entered the room without a word. His cold and distant demeanor was as palpable as ever. He stood there, a silent observer of my weakened state, his eyes giving nothing away. The air in the room shifted, becoming heavy with tension. I could feel the weight of his presence, a reminder of the unresolved issues between us. "I heard you were unwell," he finally spoke, his tone detached. "Arcel seems to be taking good care of you." I shot him a sharp look
My Mob Husband Chapter 23: Date
I stared down at the ring adorning my finger, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. Vincenzo's sudden gesture had caught me off guard, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and speechless. It hadn't been long since he assured me of our impending marriage, yet the sight of the ring seemed to solidify his decision, as if there were no room for doubt or hesitation.In less than two weeks, he had decided that we would be wed. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the lack of control I had over my own fate. No matter what decision Vincenzo made, I had no right to refuse.But was it all too much? If he were simply using me as a pawn in his game to make Ella jealous, then why go to the trouble of giving me a ring? And if he truly intended to marry me, then why give me a token of commitment when my consent was irrelevant?The questions swirled in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach as I grappled with the uncertainty of
My Mob Husband Chapter 24: Part of It
He pulled me a seat. I took my seat, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at Vincenzo's gallant gesture. Instead, I politely thanked him. He returned a charming smile, clearly teasing me. As the waiter approached to take our orders, Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on mine. "What would you like, bellezza?" he inquired smoothly. I hesitated, torn between maintaining my ego or letting it slide just this once. Eventually, I chose the latter. "I'll have whatever you're having," I replied, attempting to keep my tone neutral. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his lips. "As you wish," he murmured, diverting his attention back to the waiter. Despite my initial frustration, I found myself yielding to his choice without protest. "We'll be picking your dress," he announced abruptly in the midst of our meal. I lifted my gaze to meet his, holding his eyes for a moment before the realization sank in. "You're actually serious about marrying me?" I asked, my tone surprising
My Mob Husband Chapter 25: Embarrassed
I still don’t know what’s going on in his mind. He’s unpredictable and almost out of reach. I cannot figure out what his next move is, he’s such a mystery to me that no matter how I dig in order to unravel the answer behind it.I watched as he cleaned up the table after we finished eating. His movement didn’t even make a single sound. He may be a jerk, but there's no denying his undeniable charm and rugged good looks. With each movement, his muscles flexed in all the right places, accentuating his masculine physique. And then there were his eyes, piercing and captivating, making me crane my neck just to meet his gaze. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, I couldn't help but be drawn to him. He possessed all the qualities that make a man irresistible—tall, handsome, and oozing with confidence. Not to mention his wealth and intellect, making him a desirable catch by anyone's standards. But for all his outward perfection, there was one crucial flaw—his emotional intelligence left
My Mob Husband Chapter 26: Unexpected Visitor
I settled onto the bed, wrapped snugly in the soft folds of a crisp white shower robe, while he stood behind me, meticulously blow-drying my hair. The gentle hum of the dryer filled the room, creating a soothing backdrop to our conversation. "I don't get why you're going all out for this," I murmured, the words slipping out almost involuntarily. "You're my bride," he replied, his tone steady and unwavering. "Yeah, but you don't have to go to all this trouble," I insisted, my voice carrying a bitter edge tinged with sadness. I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath his gestures, what deeper motivation drove him to such lengths. "There's gotta be another reason. What's really going on?" As the words hung in the air, I felt a familiar wave of bitterness wash over me. It was overwhelming, this level of care and attention. It stirred up feelings of inadequacy and discomfort, emotions I wasn't quite prepared to confront. Guilt gnawed at me, a relentless reminder that perhaps I didn't
My Mob Husband Chapter 27: Their Place
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice laced with a mix of anger and jealousy that caught me off guard.Their gaze snapped to me, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air as our eyes met. The woman's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing inquisitively as she regarded me, as if trying to place where I fit into the picture.I felt a surge of frustration and insecurity bubbling up inside me. Was she questioning my presence here? Insulting me with her silent scrutiny?Clamping my fists tightly, I fought to suppress the rising tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Standing my ground, I awaited her response with a mixture of defiance and trepidation, determined not to let her undermine me."Who are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me.Her question only fueled the flames of my anger, intensifying the boiling fury coursing through my veins. My rationality was drowned out by the overwhelming surge of
My Mob Husband Chapter 28: Confrontation
The aftermath of the confrontation in Vincenzo's penthouse weighed heavily on my mind as we returned to the mansion. Despite everything appearing normal on the surface, I couldn't shake the memories of that morning. It was like they were etched into my brain, refusing to fade away.Every detail of the encounter seemed crystal clear, as if it had just happened moments ago. Seeing Ella, feeling the tension in the air, the surge of anger and betrayal—it all felt so vivid, like it was happening again right in front of me.What hurt the most was realizing that Vincenzo hadn't considered how bringing me to that penthouse might affect me. The fact that it held significance for him and Ella only made it worse. It felt like he didn't care about my feelings, like he didn't respect me.I felt insulted, wounded in a way that cut deep. It was a blow to my pride as a woman, a reminder of where I stood in his world.As we settled back into life at the mansion, the resentment lingered. No matter how
My Mob Husband Chapter 29: Reconcile
“You may hurt my feelings again and again, but you can’t just go below the belt and insult me every time you want to,” I continued, my voice laced with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “I would never do such a thing,” he said through gritted teeth, his clod blue eyes staring back at me. I gave him a dry chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. “Screw you, Mr. Romanov,” I spat. Does he really think he can keep fooling me? One minute we’re okay, and before I knew it, he was back to his old self. He doesn’t care, and he’s not capable of loving someone, not even to himself. “You think you can just play with people's emotions and get away with it?” His nostrils flared, a flicker of anger flashing across his features. “Don’t push me, Annizah,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh, what are you going to do?” I shot back, my stubbornness fueling my defiance. “Yell at me some more? Make excuses for your behavior?” His grip on my arm tightened, his frustration palpable. “You have n
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