La Esposa Rechazada Del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu... Guide

"So what now?" I whisper.

I was just the receipt.

He closes the distance between us. His hand comes up — not to strike, not to push away — but to cup my face. His palm is calloused. Warm. And for the first time in three years, Alessandro Ferraro looks at me like I'm not a receipt. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...

A knock on my door makes me flinch. It opens before I answer.

I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in my empty room, my reflection a ghost in a designer nightgown I didn't choose. My hair is longer now — dark waves down my back, the same obsidian black as the night he first rejected me. My eyes are hollow. Once, they were warm. Once, I thought love could soften a cruel man. "So what now

He doesn't. He never has.

"You move into my room tonight," he says. "You wear my ring on your finger. And tomorrow, at the family meeting, you smile at me like you mean it." His hand comes up — not to strike,

Four words. That's already more than his monthly average.