Marrying The Mafia Heir

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erney "Day

on Andrik "

Dayn's be

Erian's pate

APTE

DERN

e about

gers. "But, this will do." It's not an old house. Not brand new, either. This hou

e-bedroom mansion I share with my husband. But this plac

. My fingers run over the polished granite. I do the same thing on the island counte

ysa's voice crackles on t

reds of thousands. This will cost me a

able and cheaper

'but' coming."

t think it's

ha

t's in the mid

windows, keeping my voice down. As if Erian migh

. There'

doesn't even know this town exists. I didn't,

'll be living a quiet life here. Far from the chaos my

t. You need a reset

't wanna say I need a new hiding spot. I

atches too much true crime. "Just leave

its. The novelty's worn o

just told Erian what he needed to hear. If I just came clean s

t I'd marry. Not by a mile. But h

change. I'm stupid for expecting he would. I think he can

cept it. Because it means I'm

become of our relationship... But I don't wanna k

elp." Lysa sound

too... Y-You really don

come

ack all my shit, and just say bye? Tell Erian how much I h

give me anot

. Or make her understand how the ties that bind me to Erian are more than j

tty good idea of who he really is. And I still feel guilty that I'

ive. She knows what men like Erian are capable of

ly not tha

sighs, clearly disappointed. "We already did th

dy have a jo

here you work.

tique job isn't really something to be proud of. It a

-that I've been using my job as an excuse to escape the house. J

erruption. The caller's name heats up my blood faster than I can

It's E

he already misses me. The jerk only wants to make s

me you're going back to his house. F

ckening out. I might postpone everything again. My heart thuds as I stare at the

omin'

b slowly tracing the sharp angles of his face. The hint of excitement

reezing out there. He's not

parents' Greek and Russian genes. I used to think he's the most

. Intelligent. Ambitious, too. Business-minded and strong-willed. He's also the most generou

be with his secretary who only wears tight blouses and pencil skirts that show off too mu

gize. Like it's no big deal. Like invading my privacy to that extent i

my phone away, just so he

I deser

even a half-m

ngr

N

quite bouncy. Unless it's slicked back for a business meeting or something. He

n't bother to ask. I haven't replied to his messages. Ignored all his

ues, whose boss is a filthy rich, egotistic mobster who doesn't take n

y worried about my safety. He'

oice. It's still fairly relaxed, quite smooth, as if he hasn't smoked in years. He's a

mall?

ot to make a face, staring at the narrow staircase. I'm still alone here on the f

pick y

N

he look in his attentive blu

ng back

tens just enough to make my stomach t

I forgot? "I d

e corner of his lips. "

ke what? A

e going to the a

'm not in L

is eyes shows disappointment as h

my other phone-the one with a tracker he installed

the morning. L

an try to argue, t

reath and stand beside the gas station, calming my thoughts with d

p and didn't bother to shower.

k SUV pulls up. Lev sits behind the wheel. He's

seat as quietly as possible, my mind racin

ically good mood, humming to himself. He smells good and looks good, and he puts

o his house? Then w

ht with his own money. Not all dirty money, I suppose. "Big deal closed?" I

lances at me. "Som

my breath, just waiting for him to ask me q

gives me a smile instead.

s, but my gaze keeps flicking to my purse. Inside

open house before he drov

ve it. Only that it feels like a lifelin

having brunch at a new restaurant. It'

His mood shifts the moment we step i

athroom, my hands almost trembling as I text Lysa. [ I'

I'm finally telling Erian t

his expression quite dark. The beard he hasn't shaved in weeks only adds

ok away. Shoot

rk brows crease. "You'r

s out partying with Lysa all d

spend the n

. I just about snap at him before shoving my pho

ha

I turn on the faucet and

he carefully pulls out the sweater, holding it up like it's a crime scene evidence. He stares

s Ri

brows deepen. "You didn't say

ed my

in his breath still quite str

say in a calm, almost bored voice, the words sounding hollow even to

e's no guns in this bathroom, or any other deadly weapons I

a shower. Pl

ips. When I don't elaborate, he to

eally doing th

en patie

ha

it." He shrugs. "Let you do whatever you want." He gestures to the swe

He left it yesterday bef

dy touching my hair. "What's the guy's name?" When I don't

I dunno what you'

at good?" His b

uh

etter

his face makes my blood simmer. "Why are you always t

g lines on his tan forehead. "You've been lying to me for weeks. And I do

it's m

you doing

of you

The bastard glances down

same thing." I take off my shirt. "But you

oud and slams his

back off. I'm gonna

o choke me? Stra

take deep breaths. I don't want him to see me crying. I don't wa

ause to him, the truth always hurts the most. Cuts the deepest. And I do

seless. I'm no m

s through gritted teeth. "

ing a guy." I pinch the bridge of my nose when

his eyes glistening, almost glaring. For a moment, I imagine him las

ust walks away, hi

st dug my