Page 30 of Dark Mafia Heir

Antonio nods. “Get Agatha to make you something to eat.”

I flash a fake smile at him. “Will do.” My grin grows wider as I turn to Ginny. “Please, make sure to visit. I’d love to know you better.”

She bops her head with so much happiness that I feel bad for lying to her. “Certainly.”

It’s beentwo hours since I officially became Mrs. Mancini, and I can’t stop staring at the huge rock on my finger with disbelief.

I took a shower after I came up, and Agatha brought me dinner. Antonio is still somewhere around the house, and I assume some of the guests have already left by now.

The room is quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, but all I can focus on is the ring. The diamond catches the dim light, scattering fragments of brilliance across the walls, like tiny stars dancing in the shadows. I twist it slowly around my finger, feeling its weight.

Although I never gave much thought to getting married, I never imagined this is how I’d end up wearing a wedding ring.

The diamond is flawless. It’s huge, too.

Any stranger looking at it would think it is a token of his love for me. But I know this is just a symbol of the power he now has over me. A reminder that I now belong to him.

My thumb brushes over the band, smooth and polished, and I can’t help but wonder if this is how my life will be from now on—beautiful on the surface, but hard and cold underneath. Trapped in something I never asked for but can’t escape.

I try to ignore the way my pulse quickens just thinking about him.

He’s not here, but I feel him. The ring is proof. A part of him wrapped around me, always reminding me of the vows we exchanged—if you can even call them vows. He said the words with such control, such certainty, while I could barely breathe.

And yet,there’s this pull. A strange, unshakable draw that keeps me captivated, even now. There’s this overwhelming urge to dive into Antonio’s world and see who he really is. A stupid hope that underneath his cold and cruel exterior, there’s a teenage boy who’s just angry at the world for the way he lost his family.

The ring sparkles again, and I hate that a part of me finds it beautiful. I hate that deep down, I don’t know if I’d take it off, even if I could.

But the feeling is brief as my thought drifts to Harper. She must be frantic right now, thinking of me and hoping I am safe wherever I am. I do not really care about my father, but my little sister needs me, and I can’t just be Antonio’s prisoner wife.

No, I need to find a way out of here.

I think for a moment. While I intend to put up a show for Antonio and his family, any attempt to just run away could putmy life at risk. Gaining his trust and making him believe I really like it here is the only way out.

And to get that, I must… give him everything I have to offer. My virginity.

My heart rate picks up at the idea of giving my body to Antonio just to gain his trust, but my core throbs because I know that is not the only reason. As much as I want to deny it, I’m attracted to Antonio.

Every fiber of my being aches for him, and I would rather give it to him than that slimy old man my father wanted to sell me off to.

I hear voices downstairs—Antionio’s voice and someone else’s.

This is my chance.

I strip off the white robe Agatha brought for me to wear, and I’m only left in my panties. I can’t make Antonio see that I want him, but I can make him angry enough for him to want me, too,

Drawing a breath, I leave the room and start for the patio with my bare breasts exposed and my nipples hard from the thought of him touching them.

Luca is the first to see me, and he quickly looks away. Lorenzo does the same when he sees me.

Antonio has his back to me, but he catches on and quickly spins around.

There’s a flicker of rage and desire in his eyes when he sees me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks gruffly.

I wrap my fingers around my throat and pretend I’m doing nothing wrong. “Oh, I’m thirsty. Don’t mind me. I’ll go grab a glass of water in the kitchen.” I turn towards the kitchen.

“Stop right there!” Antonio orders, his voice thick with authority.

I stop walking, and a smug smile curls on my lips. I have him right where I want him, jealous and possessive.

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