Fucked By My Husband’s Enemy

Evangeline's POV

I've made a grave mistake. I should've never let Nico Moretti set his eyes on me, ever.

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I'm the young wife of Sir Antonio DeLuca, and it was a dying moment, flash marriage. I was sold to him for an alliance.

My husband pleased me alright and treated me well, but I was still very much afraid of him. We all were. He belonged to the Camorra.

What they did wasn't certain, but I knew it was fairly decent work. No matter what, he would dig out the truth and that's how they all became feared men. He was like a philanthropist, but he dealt with violence in the gentlest way possible.

I've managed to learn to love my husband. Soon, I discovered that he was anxious and terrified about something for a whole week, he barely even touched me.

Then he broke the news. He walked in one evening and simply ordered me to sleep with Nico Moretti like it was appropriate.

He claimed it was for a good cause but my heart hammered in my chest. I paced in shock, biting my fingernails, confusion setting in.

“You're beautiful. He likes girls like you. I have a feeling it will work. Please don't be mad at me. It will only happen once, and if you get what I want, I'll give you the world.”

He sounded desperate as he ran his calloused hands through my face, like he really needed it, but I still couldn't process the shock. How could he ask that of me?

Asking me to sleep with one of the leaders of the Cosa Nostra? I couldn't believe my ears. Even though I knew the life my father used to live, I never expected to be a part of it, and even at that, I still knew of the existence of Nico Moretti.

If I thought my husband was a feared man, Nico Moretti was beyond fear. He didn't have time to instill fear in people, he would simply silence you immediately if he chose to.

I've heard the worst stories, and he wasn't a man I would want to be around, even in the same country. Now, I should share a bed with him? I should let him inside me?

I wanted to decline, but I was eventually sold when my husband told me the reason. Nico was bullying a young girl in the shadows and was trying to get her to sign a bad deal, and my husband told me it was for sex trafficking. My stomach churned and my fists clenched in anger.

I would never consent to trafficking. If my husband really believed he could bring him down with this, then I was in agreement. Even without reason, it was my responsibility to obey my husband.

The next day was the time to strike, at a private event, an auction.

Nico Moretti was many things but the most important fact was that he thrived on power and control. There was nothing he wouldn't do to acquire it.

My husband directed everything. All I had to do was act. Most people didn't know who I was married to, or that I was married. It happened barely a month ago. I was practically non-existent here until now.

A red bodycon dress caressed my skin, locating every curve and plastering itself perfectly on it. It was sleeveless, and I paired it with heels. My hair was up in a really tight bun, and for the overall finish, I had a furry little coat over the dress.

My heart pounded and my thoughts raced, but I had to do this.