Hidden Mafia King and the Fearless CEO

Jenica stood in front of Alexander Fuego, who was sipping his drink and staring at her gently. His lips curved upward, and his eyes squinted. “Done playing outside, wife?” he asked.

She pressed her lips together. Jenica scowled, raising one foot onto his inner thigh and placing it against the secret thing in between his legs. “So, Mr. Alexander Fuego, you’ve learned to appreciate beauty now?” she asked, pressing her foot into the man’s jewels.

Alex winced and motioned for her to get closer. “What are you saying? I only love your body and no one else.”

Jenica clenched her teeth and yanked her foot away from Alex’s gem. She gasped in surprise as he reached out a hand and pulled her into his lap. His hot breath struck the back of her sensitive ear.

“Are you back for good?” he asked in hushed tones.

Someone intervened before she could respond. “Mr. Fuego, this woman… she’s?”

Jenica turned to face the three men. She could see their eyes widening and their mouths gaping in disbelief. Sneering, she crossed her arms across her chest.

She was currently sitting on Mr. Fuego’s lap while he was sipping a drink. She tried to break away, but his arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, preventing her from doing so.

‘Many ladies will cry if you don’t let go, Mr. Fuego.’

Alex seemed to ignore the men’s ashened expressions and continued to tease Jenica.

“She’s my woman,” Alex said, smiling as he drew her closer to his body. He ran his fingers through her hair with a careless smile on his lips.

He was treating her like a pet.

Her cheeks were burning, and she was furious and ashamed. “What the hell are you doing? Let go,” she murmured.

Alex burst out laughing. “Too bad, I can’t let you go,” he said softly, gently biting her ear. “I let you play outside for five long years and it’s enough, or do you want me to cage you so you can’t run away again?”

Jenica clenched her hand as she glared at his words. Her last memory of the man was his dying face. She assumed her husband would die, and she was terrified to be alone, especially when she was carrying their kid. Her husband’s immediate family will undoubtedly eat her alive if they find out how Alex married her without their knowledge or consent.

And what will happen to the growing infant on her stomach if things go wrong? She didn’t have to make a guess. So, out of terror, Jenica decided to flee the estate while it was in disarray.

But what changed in her husband after five years?

He was no longer the pale and frail man who had offered marriage to her previously. No longer was he the dying man who used to accompany her to the garden and chuckle whenever she made a joke about herself.

Jenica didn’t glance at the men who were discreetly departing the room as she remembered the past. Even the woman dancing on the platform fled, and just the man who ‘enjoyed’ her kick between the thighs remained. He was glaring at her while sitting awkwardly on the sofa.

Jenica raised an eyebrow as she observed the man. Was he craving that ‘sweet’ kick again?

Alex saw Jenica’s attention was not on him. He grimaced and followed her gaze. His face became solemn. “What do you want, Antonete?”

Dante chuckled. “Mr. Fuego, what do you mean by this?”

Jenica squinted. The man was now staring her in the eyes, indicating that he had recovered his senses from her previous kick. She gave him a sly grin. Dante’s face flushed as he caught the sneer on her lips and turned his gaze away.

Alex smiled and shook the goblet in his hand. “Should I report my matters to you?” he mocked, raising his naughty finger beneath Jenica’s breast. Jenica froze and swatted the hand away. Alex let out a quiet laugh.

“If my guess is right, this woman should be your wife?” Dante said.

Alex’s lips curled into a smile. “You knew? That’s interesting,” he said, but his voice was cold and emotionless.

Except for his confidante and the servants at his house, no one knows Alexander is married. Even Alex’s family is unaware that he is currently married.

And it was one of the reasons Jenica brought her son to the country. She is concerned about her son’s rightful place because, despite the fact that she and Alex have a marriage license, the man was still considered a bachelor in the eyes of the public.

So, if the wedding goes on and everyone learns about Shamrock, the public will undoubtedly accuse her and Sham as being homewreckers.

It is unlawful to marry while still not divorced, but things change when money and public opinion are involved. She may not have received a divorce letter at this time, but what about in the future? She has no faith in Alex or the people around him.

Dante burst out laughing. “Mr. Fuego, did you forget about your engagement with my sister Gia?” The man smiled, but his eyes were chilly. “Have you forgotten what your grandmother asked you to do?”

“Is that a threat, Antonete?” Alex asked, lowering the glass he was holding on the table and raising his hand. Two men in black entered. “Drag this bastard out.”

Dante rose up and shook his clothes as the newcomer complied. “I know the way,” Dante said, and a curious smile emerged on his lips. She grimaced, and Alex’s face darkened. Dante waved his hand softly. “Goodbye, Mr. Fuego. I hope you can explain your matters later.”

After chatting, Dante eventually emerged, followed by the men in black. Alex and Jenica were left inside.

She broke away from the man’s lap, but he quickly wrapped his arm around her torso and drew her back. When Jenica’s back landed on him, she could feel her husband’s hot and powerful chest. Her cheeks began to flush.

Why is this jerk refusing to let her go? So clinging? What happened to her sickly and frail husband then?

“Get your hands off me!” she yelled, a bit growling.

“Hmm?” Alex asked, his mouth near to her ear. “Why? I haven’t played with your body yet.”

Jenica was taken aback. Her eyes hardened when she realized what Alex meant. “What the hell are you saying?” she smacked his finger on her covered breast. She snarled, “Have you lost your mind?”

“If I say yes, what will you do?” the man challenged, smiling sweetly.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Jenica’s face was as red as a ripe tomato. She slapped his face with her fist raised. “Stop fooling around. I’m here because we have something to talk about. Don’t involve your perverted mind in this business!” she shrieked.

Alex’s face reddened as he gripped his injured cheek. The man moved his gaze to her parted lips. As she tried to push him away, he kissed her fiercely. Alex scowled. “What? You’ve grown courage in five years? Where is my submissive wife?”

Jenica smirked and slapped him on the other cheek. Alex took a deep breath and escalated his punishment. She saw herself lying on the plush sofa while the man pinned her hands over her head.

Alex let go of her lips to stare at her, causing her to cease struggling and return his hot gaze. She scowled. “What are you looking at?!”

“I haven’t seen you in years, let me take a good look at your face,” he said tenderly as he caressed her cheek.

Jenica was taken aback by the longing in his eyes. Under his stare, her heartbeat sped and her cheeks flushed hot. Jenica’s pulse skipped a beat and she held her breath as Alex drew in closer.

“You’ve grown fat here,” Alex observed abruptly, running his fingers over her stomach and waist. His hand reached for her breast. “Oh, they’re bigger now,” he continued, giving it a slight squeeze.

All those great feelings burst like bubbles, and Jenica’s anger rose to the top of her head. “Bastard, get your hands off!” she yelled, shoving the man away.

Alex laughed and took both of her hands in his. He pinned them above her head once more and leaned in closer to her, beaming. “I’m not done checking your body. Don’t be too hasty and we’ll get down to our business later, wife.”

“You bast  —”

Alex’s lips brushed up against her cheek. He kissed her on the brow, nose, chin, and lips with butterfly kisses.

Jenica’s rage faded in an instant, and she could hear her heart hammering loudly. She was agitated. She tried to push her lips away from Alex’s aggressive kiss, but the man was too domineering and wouldn’t let her go for even a second.

While their lips fought for supremacy, the door unexpectedly opened and a woman showed up. “What the hell! Who is this b*tch seducing my man?! Let go of him, you sl*t!” she screamed, her cheeks reddened and puffing furiously.