My own husband-Romano 1

JASMINE “If you dare to carry my child, I will personally kill it!” Goosebumps trickle down my spine, spreading a chill as I recall my husband’s words. Yes, you heard that right. My own husband-Romano de Luca. He is Calculative. Ruthless. Brutal. He is also the mysterious leader of the underworld ring. I’ve had to endure his immense hate for me for almost two years now. He made me his wife, exercising his rights as a husband day and night in bed, but the topic of children was forbidden for him. The mafia values their heirs greatly, but my husband’s hatred for me is strong enough to make him abandon all principles. But now, reality has shattered me—I’m pregnant. The missing periods, morning sicknesses and weakness is not because I caught the flu. I’m fucking pregnant! How? I’ve always ensured to take my contraceptive pills correctly, why is this happening to me? I walked out of the hospital, trembling as I let out a shaky breath, folding the test papers into my purse as dread continues to slice my heart, I cannot allow Romano to find out about this pregnancy. He wouldn’t even give this poor child a chance to open its eyes. I stare at my stomach apprehensively, right now, at two months pregnant, my belly isn’t showing—but what about later? My cell phone vibrates in my purse, cutting through my thoughts; I pull it out reluctantly, and the display name on the screen grips me with fear, squeezing the breath from my lungs. The devil himself! Shit, I’m not supposed to leave the house without his permission; Romano is a powerful and dangerous man; his order is that I take bodyguards with me wherever I go. It’s not because he cares about my safety, rather, he wants control of every aspect of my life. My slightest movements are reported to him, I’m not even allowed to breathe without his knowledge, but he is supposed to be on a business trip, he shouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow. My shaky fingers click on the answer button. “Where are you?” His cold, deadly voice is hinted with menace, and I suck in a sharp breath, my stomach tight with trepidation. “I’m home, honey, ” The lie feels bitter pouring from my mouth, and my heart starts to pound even harder, sweats of anxiety forming on my upper lips when he ends the call without saying another word. What is this about? My phone vibrates again, but this time, it’s the housekeeper. “Ma’am, where are you? The master is back at the mansion?! Please come home soon!” The sound of someone screaming in the background makes my heart flutter even faster. Shit! He’s back? I hurriedly stop a taxi, and a few minutes later, I’m standing in front of the mansion; the black sedan that belongs to Romano is parked outside, and several bodyguards surround the building; their guns and the dark aura surrounding them cause a hard knot to tighten in my throat. “Why did you let her leave alone?” The sound of my husband’s dark, frightening voice greets me as I stand at the entrance of the living room; my heart smashes to the floor when I see the butler on the ground. His body is bleeding profusely as two burly bodyguards continue to deliver blows to his sobbing form. “If you cannot do your job properly, then I do not need you!” Romano’s voice seeps with coldness, and my eyes widen a fraction when he suddenly pulls out a gun. “No, stop it!” The scream leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and my shaky legs bolt into the living room, my gaze clashing with Romano’s, who suddenly turns, his metallic grey eyes are icy with rage as he glares at me. My chest rises and falls heavily; a low, fearful sob wrenches from my throat when he tightens his finger around the trigger while holding my gaze, brutality flashing in his eyes. “No!” The scream that erupts from me is swallowed by the loud shot that vibrates the air; tears flood my eyes, the wetness escaping even through my nostrils seeing the butler’s face drenched in pain; he is crying pathetically, grasping his leg that has just been shot. Guilt stabs my heart, churning my insides like a sharp blade. The butler had not want to disobey Romano’s order but I had somehow managed to convince him to let me out of the house, and now he is paying the price. All because of me. My body falters when Romano completes the distance between us in two long strides, his cold eyes raking me from head to toe; he stands at 6’5, towering over me. His hard jaw is taut with anger, a deep frown marring his fiercely handsome features. “You never keep my words in mind, do you?” “I have the freedom to leave the house; I’m not a prisoner!” I try to say bravely, but my voice ends up a trembling, jumbled mess, which elicit a smirk from Romano. He has always loved it when I’m afraid, and I cannot help it because he always does things that scares me. “I own you, everything you do should be approved by me.” I swear I didn’t see him move, but his hand suddenly strikes hard in a blur to encircle my neck, yanking me closer, so my body is moulded against his warm muscular ones. “Romano, plea…” I flinch when he starts to trace the mouth of his gun over the fullness of my lips; the cold, calculating look in his eyes wrenches more sobs from me, and my frantic eyes dart to the frightened butler. Romano’s fingers dig into my hair, forcing my gaze to meet his intense grey ones, his lips twisting into a sadistic smile. “Still, I didn’t give you permission to go anywhere, you deserve to be punished!” He grasps my wrist, leading me upstairs to our bedroom. “No, let me go!” My back hits against the large bed when he shoves me hard, knocking the breath out of me. “It’s time to teach you a new trick, babe.” I clench my trembling lips at his crude words, this has always been what he needs me for. Sex. “Strip, I won’t tell you again!” His impatient demand makes me gaze at him with all the hate boiling inside of me, and the action seems to piss Romano off even more, he takes off his shirt to reveal his hard muscular body. A tattoo covers his entire sleeve and some part of his chest. A dragon, the sharp scale in the large monster, slowly entwines Romano’s arm. The dragon’s reddened eyes on Romano’s rock-solid chest seem to be glaring at me. The tattoo is just as dark and cruel-looking as its owner. “I… I’m not feeling well. Can we—” My heart drops, and so do my words when Romano walks to the drawer and returns quickly with a box. Horror drenches my body like a heavy cloak. Sex toys.