Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Alia POV

*Marco, why aren’t you talking? Are you unhappy to see me? she pouted with feigned hurt. “You haven’t seen me for so long, and you dont even laat o I’ve decided not to like you anymore. I’m going to abandon you.”

Then she giggled cheerfully: “Marco, if even I stop liking you, what will you do? You’ll probably remain a bachelor forever, because what woman would want to be with such a cold block of ice like you?”

She clicked her tongue several times, expressing mock sympathy for his predicament.

Marco maintained his steady pace, carrying her into the elevator while continuing to ignore her.

The young woman persisted: “You’re already twenty–eight years old, why don’t you find a girlfriend to take care of you? Are you trying to end the Vittorio family line? Or perhaps you actually want to follow Grandfather’s wishes and marry me?”

“Shut up!” Marco hissed through clenched teeth, tempted to dump this drunken chatterbox on the street with the homeless.

Despite his irritation, Marco held her with appropriate strength, adjusting the suit jacket draped over her to prevent any indecent exposure.

“Marco, put me down. I can walk by myself,” she squirmed in his arms as they exited Mejse’s main hall, trying to escape his grip

Marco looked down at her with a warning glance: “Try moving around one more time and see what happens.”

Ignoring his warning, she lifted her head from his embrace and puckered her pink lips: “Come on, give me a kiss.”

Marco frowned, loosening his grip as if threatening to drop her.

She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck: “Marco, if you don’t kiss me, I’ll find other men to kiss me. I’ll even have inappropriate relationships with them. It’s your choice.”

Marco furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw.

She continued her provocation: “You may have caught me now, but unless you plan to tie me up, I’ll always find a way to slip out. And then, who knows what I might do–even I don’t know.”

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glanced left, noticing a figure with a camera in the distance. Her lips curled into a sly smile.

Marco tightened his hold on her slightly, his gaze restrained. If not for concerns about his mother’s health being unable to withstand the shock, he would have bound this girl and sent her back to America.

He knew perfectly well that this fearless girl would follow through on her threats. He couldn’t be by her side constantly, and if she took advantage of his

absence…

‘You won’t kiss me, will you?” She clung to him and, catching him off guard, planted a kiss on his cheek. She glanced left again, saw an OK gesture from that direction, and felt reassured.

She knew that after her hired people processed the material, tomorrow’s headlines would feature the newly famous actress Sabrina involved in some scandalous affair, written as sensationally as possible.

She deliberately created gossip to gauge someone’s reaction. Having achieved her goal with this performance, the girl became more docile, resting in Marco’s arms until she fell into a deep sleep.

After placing her in the car, Marco sat down beside her. No sooner had he settled than she restled into his embrace, finding a comfortable position against him, dependent on him just as she had been as a child.

Looking at her face, painted like a little cat, Marco sighed silently, his gaze softening considerably: “Such a troublesome little girl.

Driver Salvatore glanced discreetly in the rearview mirror, thinking that only this young miss could make their normally composed young master so

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flustered.

The driver asked, “Young master, where shall we go?”

Marco replied, “Bevis Villa.”

The Vittorio family’s previous headquarters wasn’t in Portano City, and they had no permanent residence there.

The apartment where Marco and I currently lived was one he had purchased after coming to Portano City for temporary accommodation

Bevis was a premium villa complex developed by the Black Hawk Council in Portano City’s coastal district, built along the seafront.

Due to its prime location and beautiful environment, these villas had reached astronomical prices even during construction, yet many people still desperately wanted to buy them.

But wanting to buy didn’t guarantee acquisition. Black Hawk Council’s projects never lacked buyers; rather, they selected their buyers. Money alone wan’t enough–one needed an excellent family background as well.

Among Bevis’s villas, the most mysterious was the one named “Night.” Night’s mystique stemmed from being personally designed by Marco.

Night Villa had begun renovation a year

half

ago, taking nearly a year to complete, and was now ready for occupancy.

Marco had originally planned to move in with me in a few days, but now he was bringing this troublemaking girl instead.

Sants greeted

them with smiles: “Young master, the young miss is…

Upon arriving at Night Villa in Bevis, several

“Prepare clean clothes for her. Get her room ready and warm her bed,” Marco instructed as he carried the young woman toward the indoor temperature- controlled swimming pool.

Standing at the edge, he tossed her into the pool with both hands.

Splash!

“Help! Help!” The girl who had been sleeping soundly flailed around, crying for help until she managed to reach the shallow end and stand up.

She looked up, her phoenix eyes glaring angrily: “Marco, are you trying to murder me for my money?”

Marco sat down elegantly on a nearby lounge chair, crossing his legs “Look at yourself. You’ve made yourself look neither human nor ghost. What exactly are you trying to do?”

The young woman ignored him and grabbed the ladder, attempting to climb out.

Marco commanded sternly: “Sabrina. Who said you could come out?”

The girl pouted, looking as if she might cry: ‘I’m already eighteen. What right do you have to control me?”

Marco looked her up and down: ‘You’re eighteen? That makes you an adult? So you can dress like that and go out carousing?“.

Though dissatisfied, she didn’t dare climb out, retreating back into the pool: “I’m cold.”

“Dressed like that and you’re complaining

“Brother-

being cold?”

‘So

you

still remember I’m your brother? I thought you’d forgotten you’re a Vittorio.” Mentioning his sister gave Marco a massive headache.

“Brother-” She rubbed her eyes, her small mouth turning downward as large teardrops fell rapidly. “I’m really cold.”

Marco hardened his heart: “Sabrina, do you understand what you did wrong?”

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The girl lowered her head, biting her lip, unwilling to admit her mistake.

Marco raised an eyebrow and said severely: “Have you forgotten all the etiquette you learned as a child? Is it acceptable net in amour when an

to you?”

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