Married To The Mafia Tyrant

at the center of Nate's sleek penthouse apartment, her chest rising and fa

ed, jaw clenched so hard the muscles

red of being treated like a f*cking option! I'm not some emotionless doll you can cheat

, sil

brown eyes dull with indi

The sharp, clipped tone of his vo

d as she stepped toward him, her hands

f the man she had loved for three long, humiliating years. A

od there..

bbed the front of his crisp designer shirt - a white button-up th

g on me? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? Am I not enough for you? Is it because I'm no

s shirt with a harsh jerk. "Stop," he sn

. Her breath caug

d. "That's what you're

as he smoothed the fabric where she'd clutched it.

rs," Seraphina repeated

om. Glass furniture. Leather couches. A marble ki

ere screamed lu

n his world. But hearing it? Feeling i

atter

let out a bitter laugh - part grief, par

s and walked past h

Don't you think?" Seraphina asked through gritted teeth. She simply said it out of anger bu

rned to face her,

heard

n his pocket. His gaze was filled with intense mockery, "You? Cheat

like this." Seraphina was clearly tired. She ran her han

forcefully and said, "You are not allowed to think of sle

it. It is mine and I will sleep with whomever I choose

"I'll skin whoever sees you naked. I don't give two shits if it's a male

coffee table, and he pic

art already anticipating the wors

ddenly light and sweet. "Of co

ina, then snorted -

step, like his laugh

toward the door. "I've got

be with," she corrected

eshold. "Semantics," h

oward the kitchen, casual as ever, u

ried through the pouring rain earlier that morning - th

couldn't

f red velvet and placed it in his mouth. He chewed, hummed

eat it all before I get back, el

m helplessly as she struggled to hold back the loud s

didn't look back. "Happy

any other sta

ina stood in the silence that followed, her lungs heaving

almost causing her to bleed. Shutting