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Chapter 48: Revenge
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My Mob Husband Chapter 49: Overwhelming Moment
As I paced back and forth in our bedroom, the weight of the situation bore down on me like a heavy burden. My heart ached with the realization that Vincenzo had acted without considering my feelings or opinions, leaving me feeling powerless and unheard.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. How could he have overlooked the respect and admiration I held for my adoptive parents, despite the pain they had caused me in the past? Didn't he understand that their livelihood was intertwined with my own history and identity?A wave of frustration washed over me as I grappled with the sense of betrayal that gnawed at my insides. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to make sense of it all. Did my opinion truly hold no weight in his eyes? desires?I clenched my fists in frustration, the turmoil of conflicting emotions threatening to consume me. Was this the beginning of the end for us?"Bellezza," I heard his voice outside the door. He entered the room
My Mob Husband Chapter 50: I'd Die for You
After the appointment, we went to see our first child, Luna, eager to share the news with her. Our Shih Tzu greeted us with excited barks and wagging tail, her playful energy contagious.In the backyard, we lost track of time, engrossed in playing with Luna, who gleefully chased after her favorite toy. Laughter filled the air as we watched her bound around, her tail wagging in pure delight. In that moment, the weight of our worries and uncertainties seemed to vanish, replaced by a sense of genuine happiness and contentment that the news had brought us.As Luna pattered over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, I scooped her into my arms and settled onto the grass, her warm fur against my skin comforting me. With a soft smile, I began to share the news with her, knowing that even if she couldn't understand my words, her presence offered a comforting presence."Luna," I murmured, scratching behind her ears as she nestled against me, "guess what? You're going to have a little brother or s
My Mob Husband Chapter 51: Sick in the head
Things have been going well for Vincenzo and I for the next few weeks. It's so refreshing to be completely relaxed around him, not worrying about anything because I know he's always there with me.Pregnancy really did me a thing. I couldn't even get a wink of sleep because I would always feel nauseous, or hungry. Sometimes, I get so emotional, and it's a rollercoaster of experience for me as a first time mother, who ironically didn't have a mother of her own.I am just so glad Vincenzo is always there to support me through it all. He's been incredibly understanding and patient, taking care of me in ways I never thought possible. From bringing me my favorite snacks at odd hours to holding me close when the emotions overwhelm me, he's been my rock through it all.Despite the challenges of pregnancy, there's a sense of excitement and anticipation that fills the air whenever I think about the little one growing inside me. The thought of becoming a mother is both thrilling and terrifying,
My Mob Husband Chapter 52: Chaos in the House
"Feeling alright?" Vincenzo inquired softly as we paused by the entrance to the dining area. I mustered a faint smile, nodding in response. "Yeah, j-just a bit worn out." The truth was, ever since becoming pregnant, I'd noticed a shift in my energy levels and sensitivity. I didn’t want him to worry and cause a chaos over such a trivial stuff so I didn’t tell him that. "Let's grab a seat," I urged, feeling the weight of curious gazes from his family members. We made our way to the lengthy dining table, where his relatives were already seated. As we took our seats, the atmosphere in the room seemed to tense up a notch. I could feel the weight of their scrutiny, each pair of eyes assessing us with varying degrees of curiosity and judgment. For some reason, my heart began to thump fast. It wasn’t the first time I'd met them, nor was it the first introduction, but I felt unusually anxious. Perhaps it was because I felt out of place, like I didn't belong among such sophistication. “Vinc
My Mob Husband Chapter 53: New Beginnings
As the pain in my stomach intensified, I clung tightly to Vincenzo, tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of stress and anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if I lose my child? The thought echoed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The fear of the unknown gripped me tightly, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming presence. Ever since I was young, all I ever wanted was a family of my own—a family that I could build with my own hands and heart. I dreamed of carrying a child of my own, nurturing them, and watching them grow into someone I could proudly call family. But as the moments slip by, that dream feels farther and farther out of reach. “N-No… please, Enzo…” I whispered through tears, my voice trembling with fear. “My b-baby…” “Hush, we'll be fine,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry that mirrored my own. Despite his attempt to comfort
My Mob Husband Chapter 54
Later that day, I realized the severe ache stemmed from the stress and anxiety I'd been under. It was a wake-up call to prioritize self-care and manage my emotions for the sake of my health and our baby's well-being. I was seriously stressing after Vincenzo dropped that bomb about his family's tradition. The whole idea just hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, seriously, the last thing I want is for my kid to go through the same sufferings he did. It's like, why would anyone even think that's an okay way to raise a child? It's not just messed up; it's downright torture in my book. Like, who wants to grow up all emotionless and icy, without a drop of love or attention? That's just too harsh, man. Even though I've come to terms with the inevitable reality of stepping up as the next head of the Romanov mafia, the idea of some innocent kid having to endure all that suffering solo just to keep the family business running for generations? No way. I'm putting my foot down on that one. And I
My Mob Husband Chapter 55
As Vincenzo held my hand, we stepped into the new house he had bought for us. It wasn't as grand as his mansion, but it was spacious enough to accommodate us and some of hispeople. Given the constant threats to our safety, having extra security was a necessity. Yet, despite the need for heightened protection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in our new home. This house felt different, more intimate than the mansion. It was a place where we could truly make our own, away from the shadows of Vincenzo's family business. I could sense the effort Vincenzo had put into selecting this house, fitting it to my preferences, and I couldn't help but appreciate his gesture. Sure, it may not be as extravagant as what I was accustomed to, but it felt like home in a way that the mansion never did. Here, amidst the warmth of Vincenzo's embrace and the promise of a fresh start, I knew that we could build a future together, one where we could finally be free from the chains of our past. And fo
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The local grocery store was bustling with activity, families and individuals going about their day, unaware of the turbulent world we had left behind. As we navigated the aisles, I couldn't help but smile at the ordinary scenes around us. A mother scolding her child for sneaking candy into the cart, an elderly couple debating the merits of different brands of tea—these were the moments that made life feel real and tangible. "Do we need anything else from this aisle?" Vincenzo asked, glancing at the list in his hand. "Just the chocolate," I replied with a grin. "I have a craving." He chuckled and nodded. "I'll go grab it. Wait here, okay?" I watched as he walked away, his confident stride and the familiar way he moved through the store bringing a sense of comfort. I turned my attention back to the shelves, idly scanning the items as I waited. Suddenly, I felt a firm grip on my arm. Startled, I looked up to see a man standing close, his face partially hidden by a baseball cap. His g
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