THE MAFIA KING'S LITTLE PET

o her house, she had good news, no, great news, and she couldn

he'd been dreaming about for months. A new chapter of her life was about to begin,

oamed the living room, her heart still li

clothes, both male and female. Her brows knitted together in conf

h tightened, but she brushed it off. Maybe he was doing laundry and got distract

ood floor as she moved further int

er voice echoing sligh

ans

he hea

imate, drifting down from upstairs. Her heart slammed in her chest. For

ome other sound, a trick of her mind. But then she heard it aga

hough she were floating outside of herself. She stumbled toward the stairs, her mind raci

od, let m

banister so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her legs trembled with each

and soft whispers that made bile rise in her throat. Every cell in her body screamed at her to turn aro

e. Her heart pounded so violently it felt like it might burst from her c

s, with his secretary, Bianca, half-naked beneath him. The smell

her. Diego, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, looked up at her, his e

weight of the betrayal hung in

frustration and panic as he rolled off the bed and rea

f her. The man she had loved, trusted, and shared a life with, had shattered everything in a single,

ce trembled, low and dangerous,

strides, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her out of the bedroom. The

urious as he pushed her back into the hallway, closing the

unable to finish the thought. Her voice cracked as the betrayal sliced through her

ip on her arm tightening. "You're my wife

e words settled into her skin, burning with their cruelty. She y

ng your secretary behind my back? That you're betraying me in our bed, and I'm supposed to just accept it?" Her heart hammered i

to him. He crossed his arms over his chest, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "As my wife, Esmera

ice. "Your right?" she spat, the words almost chok

ought her here, to the house, instead of some cheap

ap echoed through the hallway as her palm connected with Diego's face, sending his head j

is who you really are? All this time, my parents were right about you. They warned

ce. "You think you can just hit me?" His voice was low and menacing, his grip tightening painfully.

her heels skidding on the hardwood floor. Panic began to rise inside her chest as she t

oice cracking with fear as she struggled