Page 120 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

His gaze becomes firm, with a menacing look replacing his calm demeanor of a second ago. “You hurt me first, Gianna.”

A tear falls down my cheek as he tightens his grip on my neck. My head is getting heavy as I struggle to breathe. His fingernails are digging into my skin.

“You went back to him and let him fuck you. I knew it when I saw the photos. I had my men keep their eyes on you. How do you expect me to fucking feel?”

“I… I’m so-rry.”

“You will be.” He lets go of my throat and steps away from me. “You’re going to be my wife. Mine forever.”

I fall to my knees, holding my throat as I cough.

“I’ll never let you go, Gianna. You’ll always belong to me and me alone.”

I’m breathing heavily as I tilt my eyes higher to stare at him. He stops to gaze back at me for a moment before he begins to walk back to the door.

No.

“Mateo?”

He stops as he grips the handle of the door. “Yes, Princess?”

“Sophie, I need to see my daughter.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to steady my breaths. “Please,” I add.

I’m at his mercy and I’ll do anything as long as he lets me see my baby.

“I’m not letting you leave this room just for you to pull off another fucking stunt.”

I plant my gaze on the floor as I beg him. “Please, Mateo. I just want to see my baby. I’m not going to try to leave anymore. I swear. Just let me have Sophie here with me.”

He lets out a sigh. “Fine. Just know that I’ll have you taken to the basement if you try anything funny again.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, as he shuts the door. He locks the door with a clicking sound following next.

God, not again.

I hate what I’ve become. What Mateo has turned me into. His helpless prisoner and soon-to-be wife.

My head hurts as I crawl to the side of the bed. I rest my back on the wooden frame, facing the door, patiently waiting for the moment he has Sophie brought to me. I’m hoping he does and isn’t lying to me.

Mother has no fucking idea the monster she entered into business with.

If only she was here to hear everything—the truth, and see how he fucking treats me—maybe this could have all been different. Maybe she wouldn’t have proposed a damn marriage from the onset.

I can’t stay here. Especially for my child. Sophie doesn’t deserve to stay in this hell.

“Giovanni, please, where the fuck are you?” I whisper to myself.

My gaze is fixed on the door as I hear the locks open. Mateo is standing behind a maid that has Sophie in her hands.

“So-Sophie,” I whimper, as I pull myself off the floor to take her in my arms.

“Mama… up me!” she screams excitedly as she sees me, stretching her hands to me.

“Oh, my baby.”

I stifle a sob as I take her in my arms, hugging her tightly.

God, I’ve missed her so much. Her hair smells like lavender. She is clad in a white top and shorts. Mateo must have made them get new outfits for her.

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