Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 190

Anna's POV

"You live in today," Vera's voice was firm. "You stop living in fear of what might happen and start living in what is happening. Life is offering you love, Gianna. Twisted fate brought you two together. Do not throw it away because you are scared."

"I do not know how to fix things." My voice broke. "I have tried, but he has been so closed off since then."

Vera sat back, thinking. "Honesty. That is where you start. You need to tell him everything you just told me. How you feel. Why you are afraid. All of it."

"And if that is not enough?"

"It will be." Vera squeezed my hand again. "But you might need to do more than talk. A romantic dinner, just the two of you. I can help set it up."

"That sounds..." I trailed off, hope blooming in my chest.

"Good. But there is something else you need to understand." Vera's tone turned serious. "Dante's ego and his feelings were hurt. You rejected him on your wedding night. That hurts any man, but especially someone like Dante. He is used to control, to getting what he wants. And the one person he wants, his wife, told him no."

Shame washed over me. "I did not mean to hurt him."

"I know. But you did. Now you might have to take charge. Show him you want him. Show him you are ready."

My heart pounded. "I do not know how to do that."

Vera stood and walked over to one of the racks. She pulled out a section of delicate lace and silk, lingerie in black, red, and white. She held up a black set, barely there, with intricate lace detailing.

"This," she said, "is how you start."

I stared at it, my mouth going dry.

Vera grinned. "Lingerie is a weapon, Gianna. The right piece can bring a man to his knees. And Dante, God, he will not be able to resist."

She pulled out more sets. A red silk teddy. A white lace bodysuit. Each more revealing than the last.

"You wear something like this, you walk into the room with confidence, and you make it clear what you want." Vera's eyes sparkled. "Men like Dante need to feel wanted. Desired. You rejected him once. Now you need to show him, that you want him more than anything."

"I do not know if I can..."

"You can," Vera cut me off. "And you will. Because you love him, right?"

"Yes."

I took the lingerie from her, the fabric soft against my fingers.

"And when the moment comes," Vera continued, her voice dropping lower, " You stop overthinking and touch him everywhere."

My breath hitched, already imagining touching. "What if he rejects me?"

"He will not." Vera's smile was warm. "Not when he sees a version of you he has not seen before. During sex, there's no holding back, you surrender to the moment, to him. That is what intimacy is. Vulnerability, passion, giving all of yourself and trusting him to handle it with care."

I nodded slowly, warmth spreading through me.

"And Gianna?" Vera's eyes met mine. "You deserve love, passion, happiness. Do not let fear or your father's sins steal that from you."

"Thank you," I whispered.

Vera pulled me into a hug. "Now let us get you everything you need to make Dante lose his damn mind."

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I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, barely recognizing myself.

The red lingerie clung to my body like a second skin. The bra pushed my breasts up, my nipples visible through the sheer lace. The matching piece below was more suggestion than coverage, all delicate straps and transparent fabric. No panties. The aesthetician had been firm about that.

Let it breathe. No tight clothing. No underwear, at least for tonight, and that was exactly what I was doing.

Now, standing here, I understood why Vera had chosen this particular set. It left nothing to the imagination.

I ran my hands down my sides, over my hips.

My skin felt impossibly smooth and sensitive to even the lightest touch.

The waxing had left me feeling exposed in a way I had never experienced before. Every movement sent little sparks of awareness through my body.

I took a breath, watching my breasts rise and fall.

This was it. No more hiding.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.

The space was dim, just one lamp glowing on the nightstand. The glass doors to the balcony were open, letting in the cool Monaco breeze. The curtains moved gently.

Dante sat on the bed, laptop open, his focus locked on the screen. He wore dark slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up.

He looked impossibly handsome, completely absorbed in whatever he was working on.

I walked slowly into the room, intentionally swaying my hips with each step.

The movement felt foreign and awkward, but I forced myself to keep going.

I was a woman trying to seduce her husband. I could do this.

Shock flashed across Dante's face as he looked up at me.

His eyes trailed from my head to toe, appreciative at first, then darkening with lust. Then, as though he caught himself, his gaze shifted back to his laptop.

I walked to the window, making sure to move in front of his line of sight. The breeze felt cool against my overheated skin.

I stretched slightly, arching my back and pushing my chest out.

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