The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 11

HE COULD commend this woman for having such a brave face in front of him. No one in this house could look at him with those fiery eyes, one that, if given a weapon, would initiate a murder in an instance.

Israel let out a chuckle.

He has always known that this woman is different from the rest of the world. She was the single soul that, even if she were to look at him with murderous intent, he would never feel a sense of danger. that there would be something more of a pleasure in those morbid looks in her eyes.

There was no one, and no one will, but her.

"What do I want from you?" he repeated her words before kneeling down in front of her; a smile drawing on his lips as he uttered, "Only you, Amor."

He knows that every time he calls her with that endearment, Althea's face will scrunch in disgust. It was amusing.

"I said I would never be yours," she retorted. Despite her hands trembling, it was obvious that she was only putting up a brave front to resist his overwhelming dominance.

Israel let out a sheepish chuckle again and gently stroked her hair that was resting on her back. He grabbed a few strokes and put them across his lips. "And I don't forget saying that you don't have a choice," he commented before looking back into her eyes.

He could smell the faint scent of shampoo on her disheveled locks, as though she had just come from a shower not too long ago.

He could imagine her soaking her bare body in the bathtub right across the bedroom and how she washed herself up with the necessities inside; how the dripping water could have savored her skin for minutes before she rubbed herself with the towels across the shelf and dressed up in newly cleaned clothes.

"I hate you," Althea said, and with a grim look on her face, she turned away. She stood up from her seat and, with the book in her hand, started walking away from the room.

He, who was left in the same room, just stared at his poor little wife, who was trapped in his cage.

He has to find more ways to break the wings of his wife so that she stays forever in his embrace.

a sinful act that only a man like him will do for the sake of this so-called love.

or if this is what the people call it.

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FOOD SHOULD be consumed with pleasure, but Althea couldn't even taste the food in front of her, knowing full well that the people in the dining hall were making her want to vomit. The room was filled with a heavy atmosphere, as though it were not enough to sit beside this wretched man to lose her appetite.

She groaned at the sight of the people staring at her with daggers in their eyes. Even when they were not speaking, she could easily tell that everyone did not welcome her presence for a lot of reasons.

How did she get stuck in this situation again?

Simple: it was because this man, who was supposed to be her husband, just magically dragged her towards the dining hall and announced lunch with everyone in his house. It is said that he wanted to showcase his proud wife, but that was not it.

He wanted her to suffer humiliation.

Althea dragged her hands towards the cutlery above the table, and with her fingers trembling in each gesture she made, the man beside her would look at her with a side eye and a smirk on his lips.

"Amor, have you met almost all the people in the house now?" Israel suddenly asked, which made her turn her head towards him.

She has no idea what the man was thinking, but she replied, "No."