My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 14

I allow myself to cry, letting out the anger and frustration that has been building inside me. I can't help but feel a sense of helplessness, trapped in a marriage to a man who cares nothing for my emotional well-being. I long for comfort, for someone to hold me and tell me everything will be alright, but I know that such comfort is only a distant memory.

As the tears eventually subside, I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. I can't let myself be consumed by despair, as tempting as it may be. I need to find a way to survive in this cold and hostile environment, even if it means keeping my true feelings hidden and pretending to play the role Matteo expects of me.

I sit up on the bed, wiping away the last of my tears. I know what I have to do. I have to keep up the facade, to play the part of the devoted wife and to never let Matteo see the cracks in my armor. I will hide my true thoughts and emotions, and continue to resist in any way I can.

In my heart, however, I know that this is not a sustainable situation. The more I pretend, the more the lie will consume me. But for now, it is the only way to survive. And as I lay back down on the bed, exhaustion finally creeping over me, I cannot help but feel an overwhelming despair at the thought of a lifetime of this deceit and solitude.

Why did he bought me flower anyway...

It's possible that Matteo was attempting to manipulate me with the purchase of the flower. By giving me something that is beautiful and delicate, like a flower, he may have been trying to play on my emotions and soften my resistance to him. Alternatively, it is possible that Matteo genuinely wanted to give me a gift, but if this is the case, his motives for doing so are unclear. Overall, the purchase of the flower could be seen as a symbol of Matteo's manipulative and controlling nature, using gifts to try to control my emotions and actions.

Regardless of Matteo's intentions, it is clear that this gesture was meant to manipulate me rather than to show genuine affection. It is important to remember that Matteo's actions are motivated by his desire for control and power, and that any gestures of kindness or affection are likely just a means to an end for him.

I can't help but feel a sense of anger and disgust at Matteo's actions. The fact that he would try to use a flower to manipulate me is both insulting and dangerous. I cannot let myself be swayed by his attempts at softening my resistance.

And so, as I lay there in the darkness, I make a silent promise to myself. I will not be manipulated by Matteo's gifts or his attempts at kindness. I will not forget the harshness of his words or the cruelty of his actions.

As I drift off to sleep, I find a strange sense of peace in my determination. I may be trapped in this cold and loveless marriage, but I will not let Matteo break me. I will continue to resist in any way I can, and hold onto my hope for a brighter future.

I fall asleep, feeling a newfound strength and determination growing inside of me. Despite the harshness and toxicity of Matteo's actions, I will not let him crush my spirit or extinguish the small flame of hope burning within me. I will survive in this nightmare, and one day, I will find a way out.

(Next morning)

I wake up to the sound of knocking on my door, the noise jarring me out of my sleep. "Get up, Tina," Matteo's voice calls from outside. "We have a busy day ahead of us."

I suppress a groan of exasperation. Even on a Saturday, Matteo expects me to fulfill my role as the trophy wife, accompanying him to various public appearances and events. I take a deep breath and force myself out of bed, knowing that defying his orders would only lead to more trouble.

Matteo's expectations and demands are beginning to wear me down. I can feel the constant pressure of always having to be perfect and presentable weighing on me. But I push the feeling aside and begin to prepare for the day ahead. Even though it may be a chore, I have no choice but to play the part.

I spend extra time on my hair and makeup, making sure that the result is flawless. Matteo can be incredibly nitpicky when it comes to my appearance, and I can't afford to have him find any faults in my appearance today. With a deep breath, I pull on a modest dress and make my way to meet Matteo in the living room.

Matteo glances up as I enter the room, his eyes running over my appearance with a critical eye. "Ah, there you are," he says, his tone businesslike and devoid of any warmth. "You're ready, good. We have a photo shoot this morning, followed by a charity event this afternoon. I trust you will be on your best behavior."

I nod silently, my heart sinking at the thought of spending the entire day playing the role of the perfect wife. Matteo expects nothing less than perfection, but today I find myself feeling particularly drained and demotivated. Despite my unease, I force a smile onto my face and follow Matteo towards the car.

The car ride to the photo shoot is silent, the tension between us palpable. Matteo's eyes are fixated on the road, his expression unreadable. I sit silently, feeling a growing sense of anxiety at the thought of being put on display for the public eye.

The photoshoot is exhausting, with Matteo barking instructions and making me pose in various uncomfortable positions. I feel like a puppet on a string, being manipulated to achieve a specific outcome. After several hours of relentless photography, we finally wrap up and head towards our next destination.

The charity event is even more tedious. I find myself smiling and chatting with people I don't know, pretending to be engaged and interested in their conversations. Matteo stays closeby, his watchful eye ensuring that I never break character. I can feel the weight of everyone's expectations pressing down on me, and it takes everything in me to keep up the facade.