COLD TRAP

Chapter 47 

MIRABELLA 

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“What?” 

“1. Love. You” 

My eyes well up with tears. “You can’t, Matteo. You cannot love a woman like me, a woman who’s ” 

“Amazing? Intelligent? Quick witted? Beautiful? Strong? Powerful? Exquisite? Perfect? Of course I want to love a woman like that. I love a woman like that. I love this woman in front of me.” 

I shake my head, guilt enveloping me. If only he knew the things I am, the secrets I’ve kept away from him. “Matteo…” 

drive He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m in love with you, Mirabella. I love you, I love you so much. Can you not see how much you me insane? How much of a distraction you are when you’re around and how much of a distraction you become when you aren’t? I love you with all of my heart. You drive me out of my mind.” 

“Please Matteo…I’m unlovable.” 

Don’t do this to me. 

“Mirabella you’re the one person I want to be around all the time, yet, you’re the one person I hate to be around. I find myself watching you from the shadows because I’m scared that I might hurt you if I get too close. But I love all of you, your flaws, your imperfection, the parts that seem too shameful and unlovable; I love them all.” 

He scoffs. 

“The little giddy jump you do when you’re having your hot chocolate, the way your tongue pokes out when you’re confused, the manner at which you sway your hips after you’ve had a bath, the way you blink rapidly when you’re trying to get mischievous; all of it. Those are the things that keep me sane in this insane world of mine.” 

He lifts my chin, his eyes locked down heavily on mine with great intensity. Our hearts battle, dancing in rhythm as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. “If you’re an angel, I’d worship in heaven for the rest of my days just so I could get a glimpse of your perfect, beautiful face. It is you Mirabella, you have me.” 

Our lips touch, igniting the flames around us. Liquid pool out of my eyes, staining my cheeks and I whimper into his mouth. I love you too Matteo! I love you with the depths of my heart! I want to scream but i can’t. 

I cannot truly love a person with all the lies and deception lingering. He bared himself to me but I’m unable to do the same for him and I hate myself for that. 

A sob breaks through me and our lips part, worry immediately visible in my husband’s features. “What’s wrong amore mio?” 

“I’m not good 

od for you, Matteo.” I blurt. 

“Let me decide that, Mirabella. You don’t have to love me back just yet. I know I’ve messed up a million times but I’m going to make you fall for me soon.” His lips savor mine. 

I’ve already fallen for you, Matteot 

“Me and you. Forever.” He murmurs against my lips and I hum. 

“Forever” 

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He slides my silk nightdress off me, lips enclosing around my sensitive nipple and my back immediately arches as moans elicit my lips. “Are you trying to find comfort within me? Matteo?” question through my whimpering and he hums against my nipple, sending waves of electricity through my bones. 

“Yes baby. Your body is quite comforting…this pussy especially.” The heel of his palm glides across my pussy, making contact with my sensitive bud and I moan aloud, my teeth diving my bottom lip. 

My back lands on the bed and my husband hovers over me, lips leaving trails of chaste wet kisses across my naked body as his fingers work my pussy. “Forever” He muffles against my skin, whimpering through his words. 

“Forever.” My thighs wrap around his waist, pulling him in. I tug at the waistband of his pants and he swiftly pulls it off, his erect dick settling at my entrance. He searches my eyes and I give him a nod 

“I’ll make love to yo 

to you tonight.” He murmurs, repeated gasps escaping our lips as he pushes into me inch after inch. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes and I whimper. Matteo whimpers with me, his lips immediately capturing mine as we swallow every sound threatening to escape 30our lips 

His hips roll into me and he grunts into my mouth, his muscles tightening in pleasure. Our lips part and we gasp rolling torturously slow, leaving me extremely stimulated on the edge. 

for air as his hips continue 

“I love you Mirabella,” Matteo murmurs, picking up his pace whilst his lips suck on the skin of my shoulders. “Your skin. Your body. Your personality. Your eyes. Your pussy. You drive me insane!” He screams the last word before pulling out all the way and slamming back in 

My thighs tighten around him. “God! Matteo… You’re so big” Tears stain my cheeks and he chuckles. “You like it.” 

Slam! Slam! Slam! “Tell me, mi vida.” 

“I love it, Matteo!” I moan.. 

A calming sensation settles in my spine, my body shakes vigorously and my arms wrap around his neck as we move in perfect 

synchronization. 

He moans, a whimper following as he mumbles incoherent words. “Tell me what else you love about me.” He demands. 

“Your hair, your personality, your arrogance…I moan, lifting my torso off the bed to close the distance between us. My teeth sink into his skin to muffle my cry. “Oh God! Matteo… I’m c-” 

“I know! Shit! I can feel you clenching around me baby. You’re so fucking amazing.” 

My hips begin jerking uncontrollably, surging forward to meet him halfway. Our lips lock with each other in a battle of dominance as we ride out our orgasm. My nails viscously dig into his skin, dragging across his back as we both whimper. A few sloppy strokes and he shoots his cum into me, filling me up whilst I cum around him. 

Harsh pants and pleasurable grunts fills the room as he lays limp against me. “I love you. I love my wife!” He screams, causing me to giggle. 

I love my husband too. 

My stomach churns and I jolt out of bed, heading for the washroom. I bury my head into the toilet, choking and coughing out the remnant of food in my stomach. Goosebumps spread across my skin and my arms encircle my abdomen. 

up and flush 

Matteo’s palm soothes my back as he holds my hair back. “What’s wrong baby,” his voice ping with worry. I don’t answer. I get up the toilet before cleaning my mouth. 

“I don’t know, Matteo.” I whisper when I feel his eyes boring into my skin. “Could you grab me something to eat? I feel extremely empty.” 

He nods and leaves the room. I pick up my journal and calculate my cycle. There’s no way on earth that I’m pregnant. The doctor said shouldn’t get pregnant just yet until they’re sure that I’m able to safely carry a child to the finish. 

Did I miss the pill? 

My breasts are sensitive, I feel heavy and bloated, I’ve been throwing up for a while now. 

I bite the inside of my cheeks in worry as I think about the last time I was with Matteo sexually. 

A month ago. 

The day we reconciled in my room and…fuck! Did I make a baby in front of a dead body? 

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Shit! 

The door is pushed open and I immediately put away my journal, plastering a smile on my face as I stare at my husband who holds a box of pizza and a cup of hot chocolate. 

That’s exactly what I crave. 

I jump out of bed, grabbing the pizza off his hand with a small laugh. He giggles with a shake to his head as I munch on my food. 

I force one slice of pizza on him, blackmailing him into eating my ‘unhealthy food with me. We laugh, talk, dance along to no music, kiss and play around until we wear each other out. 

With 

harsh pants, he asks, “do I disgust you?” 

My small hands cup his face and I kiss him. “Never…” I nudge him with my nose and he laughs whispering, “I love you 

you.” Through his groggy 

voice. 

My cheeks hurt from the ear to ear er 

grin plastered across my lips. I’m happy. I had woken up before Matteo so early this morning and headed to the hospital for an appointment with my doctor. 

I’m pregnant. 

I’m pregnant! 

It was confirmed three hours ago and I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face. 

The doctor had confirmed that I’m on the safe side for now and that more tests will be carried out soon but I’m pregnant…again. 

We’re about to have a baby. 

Our miracle has happened. 

I sit in the car for a few more minutes until I’ve decided to open up about everything to Matteo. I’m ready to give us a new start. 

I want to scream how much I love him at the top of my lungs 

He’s given me another blessing. 

I exit the car, scurrying into the house with the brightest smile. “Matteol” scream, giggling at my d 

childishness. 

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But then, an uncomfortable chilling sensation settles on my skin as I walk into the living room 

The boys are standing by a comer, their eyes bloodshot red with rage dripping out of their aura as they all glare at me. There’s a little bit of understanding, hate, anger and disappointment visible in their eyes. All these emotions directed toward me. 

Pablo looks at me in questioning but I shrug my shoulders. 

On another corner stands Maria and Julia, both of them staring at me in confusion and my brows furrow. 

A gasp escapes my lips, I stumble back when my eyes meet Matteo’s. His eyes are dark with neck snapping rage as he holds my backpack in one hand and in the other, he has all my confidential files. 

He knows. 

I had spoken with Ares about business today and I forgot to put my work bag away, I wanted to but I was late for my appointment and I didn’t want to see Matteo until I had returned from the doctor’s. 

│I messed it all up. 

on them. 

He’s seen 

Those secrets I’ve been trying so hard to keep away from him; he’s seen them. 

Christ! 

“Matteo…” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He chuckles, cracking his bones, the underside of his boots tapping away on the floor. 

“I can explain.” 

There’s a scoff that sends goosebumps settling through my skin. 

“One question Mirabella, who really are you?” 

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