A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

“I may not be a normal guy, Alessandro, but I do have wishes about how I’d like to spend my life. I wanted a big wedding, I wanted the perfect suit. I wanted to be proposed to, I wanted to know what it feels like to date someone, to get to know them! If you want me in your life, warn

me!”

My chest was heaving up and down like crazy, my blood was boiling in my veins. I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything.

“I know, I know, you’re Alessandro De Luca, the King of the Cosa Nostra. All these little gestures may not be your forte. But if you can’t make me stay with you without threatening me or fucking me, then you will let me go. You will give me the divorce I want, and let me live my life the way I want to.”

He exhaled loudly through his nose, keeping eye contact with me.

“Do you think I asked to be this? I feel like an imposter in my own body. I never asked my father to force me to marry you, I never asked you to make me your husband and I never asked to be responsible for more than a thousand lives that were handed to me. I never asked for any of it. So no, Alessandro, we didn’t make anything clear last night. Don’t just come in here, boss me around like you do with your men, and expect me to follow you. Earn that right where I listen to you out of respect, love, and free will. Then I’ll think about if I want to stay with you.”

The doorbell rang, cutting through the tension that hung in the air between us.

Alessandro finally shifted in his place, heaving a sigh. “Must be Vladimir…”

I raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “Why?”

“You want me to walk out of here naked?”

I snorted and headed out of the room to open the door. I swung it open to come face–to–face with Vladimir with a pissed–off look on his face. “Where’s Alessandro?”

Behind him, Marco and a few other men were standing with their guns out. I squinted my eyes at Marco, thinking that I will deal with him later, and then turned my attention back to Vladimir, the douchebag.

I offered my hand. “The clothes…”

He gripped the garment bag harder. “Where is Alessandro?”

“He is inside, now give me the clothes…”

“Tell him to come get them himself,” Vladimir snapped.

I pursed my lips. “Vladimir, if you want to see his dick just say so…”

Vladimir grimaced before shoving the garment bag in my hand. My eyes went back to Marco, and instead of looking at Vladimir, he was glaring at me, his eyes held so much venom and jealousy.

He is so fucking dead.

I slammed the door shut in their faces and went back to the bedroom. Alessandro was gone from the bed, the shower was running and I sat on the couch waiting for him to finish up.

He came out ten minutes later with a towel around his waist. I handed him the suit and just watched as he dressed up right in front of me.

He hadn’t said a word after my whole speech and I think he was finally thinking about ending whatever it is between us. It’s like he was avoiding me. He was avoiding eye contact as well.

Maybe, he was finally considering signing the divorce papers.

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Chapter 200

I don’t know if I was hurt or relleved at the thought.

He put on his slacks and he was still wearing his shirt when he stepped out of the room to get out of the suite.

I followed behind him. He was buttoning his shirt as he opened the door. Vladimir, Marco and the rest of the men were still standing outside.

Alessandro made sure to give Marco, the smuggest expression as he buttoned up his shirt and glanced back at me with a smirk.

A sense of déjà vu washed over me, Me, Leah, and Alessandro, this was really familiar to that.

I’m sure Marco had already put two and two together.

He could clearly see the cut over Alessandro’s lips and the hickeys over his neck. Alessandro was not being discreet about anything either. It was like he was trying to rub it in Marco’s face that we had slept together.

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