My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: What Have You Done?

Lucian rarely raised his voice at anyone, but Ashley could draw that out of him. And this time, it was different. He gripped her wrist and pressed her shoulder down, his mind running wild. His heart beat loud and fast—so hard it hurt.

He stared down at her, his vision starting to turn red.

When she escaped for the first time, June had also been the one who helped her. Lucian let that man off because he thought killing him would only damage this marriage further. But six months later, she was still going back to him.

And this time, she went so far as to deceive him, making him believe she had changed. That she was finally letting him into her life. That he could hope.

Tonight, she shattered all of that mercilessly.

"Him..." he breathed out through his clenched teeth, looking deep into her eyes, on the brink of being consumed by madness. "Ashley, just what did he do... for you to keep seeking him?"

He tightened his grip on her shoulder, hearing a short whimper from her. "I’m not letting him off this time," he said through gritted teeth. "That man... that lover you keep running back to—he’ll lose his head tonight. And I’ll make sure you see it for yourself."

Ashley’s breath hitched.

It was a small reaction, but even that felt like a stab to his heart.

Was she really that afraid to watch that man die?

He hissed at the thought. Bitterness filled his chest as he stared at the conflicted look on her face. But the longer he looked, the more it felt like he might break.

"Perhaps Marshal is right," he muttered under his breath. "Nothing gets through to you except pain."

Ashley’s pupils dilated, his words echoing in her ears. Never in her previous life had Lucian mentioned Marshal or the Di Carpios to her. She hadn’t even realized it until now—until those words slipped from his lips.

"Lu—"

"Enough," he cut her off sharply. "No more."

With that, Lucian pulled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. He rested his arms on his legs, his hands trembling with anger. But he knew exactly where to direct it—where to pour everything.

June.

"That plantation... don’t even think about it," he warned. "If you want to do business, do it from here. You’re not stepping out of this place."

After saying that, he pushed himself off the bed and began to walk away. Staying would only make things worse; he might do something he would regret.

But just as he reached the door, Ashley’s shaky voice stopped him.

"What... kind... of relationship do you even want from me?"

Her eyes stung, even though she had expected this from him. Ashley pushed herself up, staring at his back, taking a few steady breaths.

"Is this what you really want?" she asked. "Why... do you never hear me out?"

Because if he did, he knew he would believe her—even when he knew she was lying. Just like how he believed she was trying to change. That she was letting him into her heart. That she wanted to stay with him.

But he didn’t say any of that.

"I didn’t try to leave," she sniffled, wiping the tears streaming down her face. "You... stupid jerk. What’s the point of trying when you’re like this?"

Lucian felt his throat tighten as her voice broke. But before he could turn back, he stopped himself. He swallowed the tension and recomposed himself, then walked away without another word.

Even when the door shut, Ashley’s tears didn’t stop.

She wasn’t trying to cry, but she couldn’t help it.

"Damn it," she muttered through her sniffles. "Why won’t it stop?"

She had expected this. So why wouldn’t the tears stop? Why were they even falling?

It wasn’t like he hurt her.

Sure, he was rougher than usual. Sure, he was angrier than she expected. But compared to the pain and punishment she had endured in the Di Carpios, this was nothing.

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