"What the hell is taking so long, Clara? Are you testing my patience? Are you intentionally making my guests wait?" He shouted, his voice sharp. Then, his rough hand struck my face with a force that left me momentarily stunned. The sting spread across my cheek as it reddened.
A single tear slipped down my face as I managed to speak. "I…I was just about to come out…"
He let out an annoyed sigh. "Use your damn makeup and cover that slap mark before you go out. I don't want anyone thinking I'm abusing you. You've got three minutes." With that, he turned and slammed the door behind him.
That's the very reason why, despite all the luxury, my life is a miserable and sad facade.
Donovan Mancini is the ruthless owner of Casa Nostra—the second most powerful mafia organization in the world. He is the mastermind behind every drug trafficking ring, money laundering scheme, casino, and illegal gambling operation Casa Nostra runs. A successful businessman by day, an untouchable mafia lord by night, Donovan is dominant, egotistical, possessive, and he is my husband of eight years.
After covering the redness on my cheek, I forced a deep breath and put on my most charming smile.