Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: We Should Get A Divorce

Bianca walked in first, before she turned to face him. "Everything okay?" she asked.

Luca closed the door behind him. His hand lingered on the handle for a fraction longer than necessary before he turned. "Yeah," he said. "We should get a divorce."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Bianca, we are both miserable," he said, stepping further into the room. "I am miserable because I am in love with another woman and that fact is also making you miserable."

Bianca stared at him as someone trying to understand how a person could stand there so calmly while dismantling an entire life. "So divorce, uhn?" she repeated slowly, the faintest hint of disbelief creeping into her voice now. "And then what? What happens after that, Luca? Luca," she continued,

"I was betrothed to you before I even knew what that word meant." She gestured lightly between them. "Before I understood what boys were. Before I had a say in anything that had to do with my life. My entire life..." she added, her gaze locking onto his, "...has been crafted for you."

"Which is why you should get out now," he said.

"Get out?" she repeated, her brows lifting slightly. "Just like that? And our families?" she asked. "Or did you forget those exist too? I am a Genovese now," she continued. "Even if I agreed to this divorce," she said, emphasizing the word just enough to make it clear how unlikely that was,

"you think your father will just let me walk away? You don’t jump from one familia to another," she went on. "You don’t walk out and start over like this is some normal life with normal rules." She shook her head once, her gaze narrowing as she studied him. "Has this woman messed with you so much," she asked, ,

"that you’ve forgotten one of the first rules that binds the familia? You don’t quit the familia."

"So we... we are trapped like this?"

"I’m afraid so." She stepped back, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of her father’s desk. "When your little obsession with your toy is over," she continued, "I will still be here. And I will still be a Genovese." Her gaze flickered over him, measuring how much of that truth he could actually stomach.

"Not just because I don’t have a choice," she added, "but because I fucking love you. I always have." Bianca pushed off the desk then, straightening as she smoothed an invisible crease from her dress. "Take Julian’s mother, for example," she said lightly. "She won in the end, didn’t she?" Her eyes flicked back to his, glinting.

"Your father eventually came back to her. Who knows?" she added. "Maybe this girl will leave too."

Bianca had said what she came to say. She walked past him without another glance, leaving the room just as quiet as before.

Luca stood there. He dragged a hand down his face, his jaw tightening as frustration coiled low in his chest. He wanted more. He had never wanted anything before—not like this. He wanted Veronica. He wanted her completely. He wanted to be her husband. He wanted children with her.

In another life, in another world, it would have been simple. Here, it was impossible.

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