The Mafia Boss's Pet Wife

Chapter 5: Playing with the Unknown

The morning was cold, and the first rays of sunlight seeped into the room. I was still lying down, staring at the ceiling, with the events of the previous night replaying in my mind like an uncontrollable movie. It wasn't just his presence that unsettled me, but the way he always seemed to be in control. Every word, every gesture of his, left me unsteady.

The sound of light knocks on the door brought me back to the present. Before I could respond, it opened slowly, and there he was, impeccably dressed, his hair perfectly styled. He seemed to have woken up hours before and already planned the entire day. Meanwhile, I, still lost in my thoughts, felt small in his presence.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes analyzing every detail of my face.

I forced myself to sit up on the bed, pulling the sheet around me, trying to hide the discomfort his presence always caused. "As well as I could, considering the circumstances."

He smiled, but there was something cold in that gesture. It was almost as if he enjoyed seeing me uneasy. "Good. I want you well-rested. Today, we have some... lessons." "Lessons?" I asked, frowning.

"Yes. You need to learn a few things if you want to adapt to this world. And, Sophia, I do not tolerate failure."

His choice of words deeply disturbed me. It wasn't a suggestion or an invitation; it was an order. I took a deep breath, gathering what little courage I had left. "And what if I don't want to?"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He stepped forward, and the tension in the air grew heavier. "That's not an option."

I wanted to scream, argue, tell him he had no right to treat me like a chess piece in his game. But I knew it would be useless. He had the power, and I... well, I had to play with the few cards I had left.

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Hours later, I was taken to an enormous hall in the mansion. The walls were adorned with art, and the place exuded a suffocating wealth. He sat in an armchair in the center of the room, waiting for me like a king on his throne. Beside him, a small table held crystal glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Come here," he said, gesturing for me to approach.

I walked toward him, hesitant but determined not to show weakness. "What do you want me to learn?"

He handed me a glass of wine, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. "I want you to learn to understand me. To comprehend what I expect from you."

I laughed, but it was a humorless laugh. "And how exactly do you expect me to do that?"

He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "By observing, listening... and feeling. Sophia, you try to resist, but you don't realize you're already more involved than you'd like to admit."

My heart raced at his words. Was he right? Was I already starting to give in? Before I could answer, he stood up, walking slowly around me like a predator studying its prey. "You are strong," he continued. "But your strength comes from defiance. You need someone who knows how to tame it, guide it."

I turned to face him, trying to ignore the heat rising through my body. "I'm not an animal to be tamed."

He smiled, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "No, you're something much wilder."

His proximity destabilized me. The intensity in his gaze, the low, seductive tone of his voice... it was as if he knew exactly how to unnerve me. I took a step back, trying to regain control. "You want to teach me?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Then tell me what you really want. Stop with the games."

He laughed, but this time, there was something genuine in the sound. "I want you, Sophia. Not just your body, but your mind, your surrender. I want to see how far you're willing to go." His words felt like both a challenge and a promise. I didn't know whether to feel fear or curiosity, but the idea of letting myself be carried away scared and intrigued me at the same time. "And what if I don't want to surrender?" I asked, my voice coming out firmer than I expected.

He stepped closer again, his eyes burning with intensity. "Oh, you will. You just don't know it yet."

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Night fell, and I was alone in the room again. But this time, the silence felt heavier. His words echoed in my mind, every gesture of his replaying in my thoughts. He was dangerous, but there was something about him that made me want to understand, to explore.

I knew I was stepping into unknown territory and might lose myself in the process. But at that moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to find a way out or dive headfirst into the abyss.