MAFIA BOSS'S SURROGATE WIFE

Chapter 42's

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#part 42#

after she finished she immediately headed for the stairs with a tray in her hand, but her gaze stopped when she saw her husband in a trailer with the woman who hit him just now.

"Alberto come on, you promised you'd take me out to eat"

"i don't have Zoya's appetite anymore, you better get back to where you are"

Zoya who heard it became furious, she stared intently at the woman carrying the tray. "ohh so this is the woman who bumped into my best friend, I don't understand why you married her"

"just to make it a useless stash" the spicy words he heard made him tremble.

his heart ached as if pierced by thousands of thorns was very painful.

"sorry sir this is your food" Ariana lowered her head trying to avoid their gaze, she did not want them to know if her eyes were now covered in tears.

"i don't have the appetite to eat, you'd better give it back" after saying that Alberto let go of Zoya's hand and headed upstairs to rest.

Zoya smiled cynically looking at Ariana with a condescending look. "have you heard? you're just a lustful alberto because his heart is only for my best friend and you! you don't deserve to be loved" Zoya said arrogantly.

"before you say it, I already know, miss, and you don't need to make it clear that I don't want this relationship to happen if I don't feel guilty for Miss Elina" ariana said firmly and then left the place.

Zoya, who is upset that Ariana is not crying at all, chooses to leave Alberto's residence.

he drove his car, headed to his home.

Ariana seemed to be in the kitchen, cleaning the dining table he wanted to go immediately to cry as much. "duhh Ariana can't you don't have to cry instead from the beginning you were just made like a mistress" he tried to calm himself.

she stepped into her husband's room, knocked on the door and then went inside.

when she saw her husband sitting on the couch reading a business book, she kept quiet, he stepped into the bathroom to clean his body.

15 Minutes later she came out of the bathroom fully clothed, but she still saw her husband reading a book.

she was confused where to sleep so she stood waiting for her husband

Alberto raised an eyebrow, looking at his wife as a fool. "what are you doing there? why do you sculpt what you like to be the role of a statue" he said and closed the book.

"sorry sir, I want to sleep but you're on the couch" Ariana lowered her head

"haha, did you forget that you had to sleep on the floor" she whispered, making Ariana shake violently.

really being in this position makes him nervous, especially this feeling is difficult to forget.

"i want to ruin you until you feel what my wife feels, yes even if you're my wife but you're so much different from my real wife, you're just a wife on paper" the whisper further cornered Ariana.

"i want to make you the same as the streets that are stained with my wife's blood but, I'm not sure you're still virgin, let alone you go to nightclubs" she added