The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 24

A LIVING CORPSE—After everything that had happened, Althea was nothing like the first time she was brought to the mansion.

Her eyes would blink, and her body would respond to the people around her, but the expression on her face was stiff.

The igniting light in her eyes disappeared, and there was only an empty shell of a body.

Althea stared at the abyss as the man continued to prolong his desire for her. She found herself in the embrace of the same man she called a monster and who would devour her ruthlessly every night.

The tears in her eyes gradually dried, and she just found herself unable to utter a word of disdain. In her thoughts, there was no hope, no light—only the unending nightmare that visited her every single time.

The man stroked her hair gently as he stared right into her eyes. "Mi amor," the man uttered in a low voice. She could feel a chill down her spine while staring right into him, but her body was unresponsive to fear. "You know I was wondering when will we be able to bear a child," the man added, which only made her blink her eyes.

"Shameless" was the only word that popped up in her head when she heard those words escape his lips.

She looked at him lifelessly as she felt his hand caress her slowly toward her stomach.

"It would have been great if you were to bear a girl," he continued. "A girl that will look exactly like you." Althea did not speak a word. Just hearing him say those words makes her feel disgusted with herself.

He was a demon—a monster who knows nothing called "love".

The man's hand traveled up to her lips, caressing them slowly before he gave her a peck on the cheek. He looked at her with those same lustful eyes until a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Jefe?" a man's voice called out. Immediately, she was able to recognize it and blink her eyes.

"What do you want?" Israel asked the man on the other side of the room. He looked toward the door for a second, expecting him to respond quickly.

"There seem to be unexpected guests in the lobby, expecting to receive your grace."

A chuckle suddenly erupted from his lips before his eyes turned into deadpans. "Let them wait," he responded, as though the look in his face would switch back and forth in one instance.

This was one of the things Althea has always feared in men. There was no telling what he was thinking in that rotten head of his, which is why she always fell into his trap.

The man turned to look at her for a second, placing his hand gently on her face. "I'll be right back," he mumbled to her before giving her a peck on the lips.

Just as the man started dressing himself, she just stared at him blankly until the man finally disappeared from her sight. Once the door closed, her body began to tremble as though it were an automatic response to the man's presence.

"F . . . Fuck," she muttered in a low voice. Althea felt like a flightless bird that could not rest well in a small cage designed to entertain a man. She was an object of his desire and lust to the point that it did not matter if she lost a limb or two just to make her stay.

She got up from the bed, feeling her skin prickly from the kisses he planted all over her body. He marked her all over, and it did not matter if it were obvious or not because the people soon showed no care for her at all. Except for him.

"Carlo," she mumbled. She saw the man from below and noticed that he was talking with other men dressed in black tuxedos. Israel was also there, his face glazed while he stared at the man trying to please him.