My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: I Love You

Ashley sniffled as her sobs softened, her brows rising.

What did he say?

She wiped her eyes and pulled back from his chest, looking up at him — eyes still glistening, corners red, lashes damp. Even the tip of her nose was red from crying.

"Huh?"

Lucian exhaled and reached up to wipe the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"Sorry," he murmured, only for her to catch his wrist.

"Why are you sorry?" she hiccuped. "Lucian, just now you said... what?"

Despite the tears still clinging to her eyes, something else gleamed in them. Expectation. Surprise. Hope — all tangled together.

"You said...?"

Lucian’s lips parted, but no sound came out right away. He held her gaze, one hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing it gently, his other hand holding hers.

Slowly, he leaned in. His lips touched her forehead, then her cheek, the corner of her eye, her nose, and finally her lips. Each kiss softer than the last — unhurried and quietly comforting.

He rested his forehead against hers, still cradling her face.

"I want you to be mine," he whispered. "All of you." He hoped this wasn’t a dream. Hoped it wasn’t one of the confessions he only ever played out in his head. "I need you to want me — even just a fraction of how much I want you. From then until now. That was always the truth."

Ashley’s mind stalled. She couldn’t process it.

Lucian drew back slightly and looked into her eyes.

"I was lying," he said. "When I told you it was all pretend. When you asked if I had feelings for you, and I said no — that was a lie."

He paused as something long-suppressed swelled in his chest — emotions too large and too unpredictable to contain, like a storm with nowhere to go.

"You have no idea," he breathed, "how suffocating it is to need someone this much and be afraid it’s too much for them to carry."

He hadn’t wanted to make her responsible for his feelings. For his pain. For a love so consuming he couldn’t always tell where it ended and obsession began. It was already suffocating enough for him to feel it. He had feared she couldn’t bear the weight of it.

But after everything — after believing he was already dead, after seeing the look on her face as he collapsed — he knew he couldn’t keep hiding behind that fear. And seeing her choking on her own tears, he could no longer wait for a better moment.

She had been suffering because of his silence.

He would rather break his own heart than watch hers shatter. He’d tear it apart himself if it could fix hers.

Ashley held her breath, her fingers curling around his wrist, listening to every word, every exhale — unable to ignore the faint tremor in the hand against her cheek.

Five years of marriage in her first life. Over half a year in this one.

He had never said any of this before.

And she had never questioned his denials, either. Because this was Lucian. He always had reasons for everything, and it had seemed foolish to her to think that anything he did could be rooted in love.

He drew back far enough to look at her fully. The moment her face came into view, a fresh tear slipped down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb.

"I..." He steadied his breathing. "I love you, Ashley. I always have. And I want to stay with you and Primo for as long as you’ll let me."

His lips curved faintly. A brief flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes — and something that looked almost like nervousness.

Ashley’s lips trembled. She bit down on them to keep still, but tears blurred her vision again.

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