Chapter 17 So Poor
Bella’s POV:
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Salvatore had been kissing me so intensely that I struggled to breathe before I finally pushed him
away.
“Enough! Salvatore, do you find this amusing? If you like me, treat me as your wife, if not, then why leave me hanging for three years!”
A woman’s youth is precious, and I couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. Besides, I had important things to do, and I didn’t want to be tied down by him.
“It was an accident in the past, we can start over and get to know each other again. Let’s not talk about divorce anymore.”
Salvatore’s expression changed abruptly, becoming serious.
It was like a command from a king, brooking no argument.
A wave of inexplicable fear rose within me. Did the godfather intend to keep me trapped by his side forever?
My dreams of freedom seemed to burst like bubbles, and I continued to be mocked as the Godfather’s wife. I wouldn’t have any friends, couldn’t bring my mother to live with me, and I couldn’t go out to work and earn money…
Thinking of these terrible things, I felt scared and miserable.
At that moment, a voice inside me screamed, Resist him!
The godfather no longer kept a stern face; he walked over and gently pulled me towards him, his tone somewhat softer than before, “Many women out there dream of being my wife and never get the chance. You are my lucky darling; you should cherish it.”
He wasn’t wrong: countless women dreamt of sharing his bed despite rumors of his unattractive appearance and volatile temper. Still, many women coveted the prestige of being the godfather’s
wife.
So what? Does he think all of this is a favor to me? Should I be grateful for his affection? Grateful for a one–night stand with him?
His words and his demeanor left me incredulous.
“Let them have it. I don’t care about being the godfather’s wife; it’s nothing special other than not starving to death!”
True, the status of the godfather’s wife just meant I wouldn’t starve. More often, I needed to worry about my job and my mother’s expensive medical bills.
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Chapter 17 So Poor
wronged him.
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“Isn’t it? I’ve been married to you for so long without a penny to my name. I could earn 430 dollars a month outside, which is better than being your nominal Madam Carmela!”
I snapped back at him without realizing how ugly his expression had turned. When I finally did notice, he was already grinding his teeth in anger.
“Working outside is better than being his wife? Darling, I dare say, that is the most disrespectful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
His handsome face turned stern, as if a dark mask had been soldered onto it, and he made a call to Alex right in front of me.
After Alex picked up, the Godfather asked sternly, “Why doesn’t Bella have any pocket money? Did
you arrange this improperly?”
“Mr. Leone, wasn’t it your arrangement? Aside from household expenses, we weren’t to give that woman a dime.” Alex’s voice came through, confirming the setup.
I scoffed. Ridiculous, so it was all arranged by the Godfather.
See, I didn’t wrong anyone!
These three years, being the Godfather’s wife hadn’t brought me a luxurious life; in fact, I was poorer than before. The Leone family’s butler wouldn’t allow me to work, so I had to use my university classes as an excuse to do odd jobs for some money.
i didn’t even own two decent evening dresses, just another insignificant decoration in this household.
Now that I had a chance to leave, how could I not seize it?
The godfather hung up the phone in silence, the air in the room thick with awkwardness.
Salvatore pulled out a black card and handed it to me, “From now on, buy whatever you want, always go for the most expensive, being my wife shouldn’t be this suffocating.”
My eyes widened in surprise; it was my first time seeing the legendary black card, with its numbers in golden yellow, the card shimmering brightly.
I heard such cards required a minimum of 140 million dollars in the bank to qualify!
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