Oh No, My Mafia Husband Is About to Lose Control – Everyone on the East Coast knew the boss of the Moretti family was cold-blooded, controlled, and completely uninterested in women. What they didn’t know was that this man—the one whose single look could silence the entire port and every underground casino—came home to the estate every night and let me drag him into role-play. They didn’t know, either, that by day he could deal with a traitor without blinking, but at night, one soft “husband” from me was enough to make his throat work and rob him of half a sentence. Until that night, when a row of comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [God, this ex-wife is exhausting. Leon spent all day going through the family’s port ledgers, and the second he gets home she makes him satisfy this boring little kink. No wonder he’d rather sleep at the office.] [She even bought a whole closet of “domestic husband” loungewear. Hello?? Leon is the boss of the Moretti family.
He wears bespoke suits and black coats. Who likes that soft, fluffy stuff?] [All this ex-wife does is pour tea, spend his money, and beg for attention. How is she supposed to compete with Elena, who actually has a career?] [Don’t worry. Leon and Elena have been working family business together every single day. Their feelings will heat up soon. The ex-wife is going to find out, throw a meltdown, and get tossed out without a cent.] The second I saw those lines, I jolted and shoved Leon away just as he was about to kiss me. Then I buttoned my robe all the way up to my throat. Clutching the collar, my voice cracked. “Calm down. Calm down!” … Leon went still. He looked down at my white-knuckled grip on my own collar, brows knitting together. Like he was trying to figure out what new game I wanted to play tonight.
His hand was still resting on my calf—long fingers, sharp knuckles. His palm was burning hot. Even through the thin fabric, I couldn’t help shivering. Leon’s eyes darkened slightly, as if he’d just understood. He pushed his thin gold-rimmed glasses up his nose, voice low and serious. “Mrs. Moretti. Please cooperate with the examination.” I stared at him. Tonight he was playing a private doctor. Cold black shirt under the white coat. Long fingers idly turning a stethoscope. And on his face, that same lazy, indifferent coolness he always wore. A scholar with a wicked streak. Devastating. Any other night I’d already have launched myself at him. Leon’s face was just unfair. When he was cold, he looked like a gun in the Sicilian dark. When he came close, he was like a strong drink that hit slow and hard. I knew I’d get drunk.
Every time I went willingly anyway. But thinking about what the comments had said, I forced my eyes shut. If he really hated all of this, the kindest thing I could do was stop torturing him. I pulled his hand off my leg and tried to sound steady. “I mean—not tonight.” Leon took off his glasses, plainly confused. He looked down at me, voice dropping. “Why?” I gave a dry little laugh. I avoided his eyes and pushed the words out. “You worked hard with the family today. You should sleep early.” His dark eyes held me for a long moment. That stare was suffocating. Like he was peeling my excuse apart layer by layer to see whether I really wanted to rest, or was just hiding from him. After a beat, Leon got up and walked to the bathroom. The instant he moved away, something inside me went hollow. He hadn’t said one extra word.
He really had been sick of me for a while. [If the male lead doesn’t get out of there now, his whole character is going to fall apart.] [What’s wrong with the ex-wife today?? She’d usually be all over him by now.] [She wants him, then she doesn’t. Such a pain.] [Awful woman. Just because she saved his mom, she held it over his head until he married her. If not for her, Leon and Elena would’ve been together ages ago.] I stared at the words. My heart slowly went cold. It was true. I had used a favor to make Leon marry me. Three years ago, his mother, Sofia, suddenly collapsed outside a charity gala. Everyone around her panicked. I was the only one who’d taken a first-aid course. I helped her right there, then rode with her to the hospital. In the end, they saved her. The next day, Leon found me. It was the first time I’d seen him up close. Black coat. Black gloves. Two silent bodyguards behind him.
He sat across from me like a knife resting in its sheath. He lifted his eyes to me, voice even. “Bella Carlisle. What do you want?” I stared at that ridiculous face of his, and somehow the words came out on their own. “I want to marry you.” Leon was quiet for a moment. He glanced up, studied me for a few seconds. And then, to my surprise, he said yes. I only learned why later. After her accident, Sofia became desperate to see a grandchild. And Leon needed a marriage to shut up the old guard watching the Moretti family. So he married me.