COLD TRAP

Chapter 74 

MIRABELLA Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

My bones wobble, my footsteps unstable, staggering as they lead ine hack into the main house. 

In my mind are thoughts of my father’s words, as well as thoughts of my husband’s ex–mistress. 

Will Matteo truly do the unthinkable to keep this union standing? 

Would he hurt the people he loves if it means keeping this relationship intact? 

If so, then this is not love. This is a sickly obsession. And I do not want such for myself 

A stray tear sort to make its way down my cheek. I gently wipe it away as I expel shallow exhalex before pushing open the door and walking into the 

Plates still clink, echoes of laughter filling the space. They’re still eating, It’s good thing that he’s occupied for I do not want his attention moment. I just need some time to myself. 

But he somehow feels my presence while I try to tiptoe through the space and up the stairs. 

at this 

“Mirabella,” excited voice calls for me and I freeze, my breathing catching in my throat. 

I don’t answer his call. His seat scrapes the floor—he has risen from his chair, chasing after me 

“Princess,” he calls again. 

with quick steps. 

1 exhale a breath and fist my hands on both sides of me. I attempt to quicken my pace but when I approach the foot of the stairs, I freeze in spol. 

Why am I frozent 

What is wrong with me! 

my 

My eyes are rapidly moving across the space. I feel like a stranger in my own home. My heart hammers my throat, almost sending bile rushing through; I chase my breath frantically. 

Quick breaths soon turn into gasps, my dry face becoming wet with tears. My hand flattens over my chest, pressing down on the frantic organ while I hunch over, still desiring to catch my breath. 

My head is fuzzy. I cannot breathe. My hands are shivering; my entire lody tons, 

My line of vision is blurred by tears, but I see him as he slowly walks to me. I stumble backwards. 

Don’t come any closer… 

Ikant…. 

Dan L. 

Don’t come any closer… 

I hope to say to him, but I find that my voice is only capable of releasing a pained scream at this moment. 

I fall on my knees, choking on 

g on sobs as I rip out the chains around my neck. I bring up my shaky hand, my eyes intent on the wedding band around my finger 

And when I reach for it, intending to pull it out, Maneo’s large hand goes over mine, stopping the action. 

He kneels in front of me, his brows pulled into a furrow. “Baby.. 

I slap him across the face before he’s able to get out another word 

“I’m sorry” He breathes. 

“You asshole,” I cry out. “You did it again. You’ve ruined us again!” 

He continues to apologize. I’m so sorry, Ill quke it right” 

“This is done!” I yell out a cry. “There’s no making it right anymore. This marriage is over.” 

Alone tear streaks down his cheek. “Don’t say that. We cannot say things like that, Mirabellat 

I slap him again 

And again. 

And again. 

He let me assault him. I push his chest hard, and he stares silently at me. 

I whimper, breathing hard and fast. Matten watches me very carefully. And when I finally calm, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me 

him. 

And I let him. I stay in his arms, because it’s soothing to my soul. 

Only I don’t realize how I fall into slumber. 

into 

I jerk awake, a whimper eliciting in my throat when my head is attacked by pain. When my eyes fully open, it’s my husband’s hazel orbs, tired, that stares right back at me. 

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you, baby” He says on a whisper, rising from his seat. 

I quickly slide down the bed before he sits by me and messes with my head. “I don’t think we have anything relevant to talk about. I am just happy you returned safely.” 

push past him, he grasps at my forearm, holding me in place. There’s bad blood bere, Mirabella. per favore, parlami. He pleads. 

I snatch my arm away from him. “Non c’è niente da dire.” 

His eyes soften. “Amore mio. 

I groan. “You wanna talk! Fine, let’s talk Why don’t you start by telling me why I was kept in the dark about the child you had with your mistress.” 

Matteo’s eyes narrow, his brows pulling up, “Cazzo,” he breathes, a small laugh rumbling in the depth of his throat. “That bitch got to believed her!” 

you. 

and 

“Did you get her pregnant?” I yell slapping him across the face. “While I was suffering the after effects of having your children, while I was suffering from your heartbreak, were you busy fucking your mistress?!” 

“I never fucked her!” He growls 

“I saw you that night” 

“That was it, what you saw, the seconds which that lasted, that was the first and last time I ever fucked her. And I did that out of spite…Just wanted 

you to 

“To be punished. Yeah, I got that part. Tears spring out of my eyes. 

Matteo goes to cradle my face but I slap his hand away. He whispers, “Mirabella, I never touched her, but if you find that hard to believe, then I’m willing to get a DNA analysis done. Please, don’t let that liar strain our marriage” 

“And Pablo!” 

“What about Pablo.” 

I wipe my face with the back of my palm, stabilizing my shaky voice. “I thought you were aiming for me that day, but I now have doubts about whom you really intended to kill.” 

Tears brim his eyes, a low grunt erupting in his throat. “You’re insane, Mirabella.” 

“Did you kill him because you thought he was a threat to our relationship?” 

“Shur your mouth!” He roars, a new kind of darkness clouding his orbs. “You have become so gullible it’s sickening. Our enemies are suddenly whispering into your ears and you are letting them.” 

“Answer me.” 

“Pablo was my brother, my friend, my person. There’s no one on this earth who could make me aim my gun at him. Not even you, Mirabella” The team at the brim of his eyes begin making their way down his face. “I love you, with all my heart, but even that love couldn’t make me kill my ownL brother. And I am so disappointed in you for thinking so little of me.” 

“But my father said— 

“Your father? Your fucking father?” He laughs. “Dio mio, Mirabella, you have suddenly become a good, diligent daughter for the same man who ruined your life, abandoned you, killed your mother, destroyed your sister, tortured you… 

“Enough,” I plead. 

Matteo shakes his head in disagreement. “It is not enough, it will never be enough. I will continue singing it like a song about how much of a manipulative devil that man is. That man who kidnapped your daughter, his own grandchild and pushed her into the rain of bullets. That man who had his men fill your husband with bullets. That man whose men mercilessly assaulted you until they put you in a state of unconsciousness and even took your.. our child from us. That is the same man whose words suddenly mean something to you?” 

Block my y teeth, grinding so hard in an attempt to hold back the swirl of emotions threatening to escape me. “Are you done purting me down! Oh how gullible this wife of yours must be…… 

He shakes his head. “It’s not that you are gullible, Mirabella, but you seem to be desperately searching for ways to make me the bad guy. You keep on searching for my flaws and it’s killing me 

“Manco… 

“Ill see you later when I’ve gathered my thoughts” 

His back is turned to me, staggering footsteps leading him out of the room. 

I slump onto the floor, sorrow taking complete control of me. 

Maybe I pushed too hard. 

Maybe I’ve gone too far. 

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