His Tesoro (Empire of Royals #1)

His Tesoro (Empire of Royals #1)

Author: Emilia Rossi Listening Length: 11h 54m
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I’ve always dreamed of romance, but this wedding is strictly business. SOFIYA I’ve spent years hidden away to protect my father from the shame of having a defective daughter. The head of the Bratva can’t be associated with weakness—and to him, that’s all I am. That is, until a marriage alliance gives him the oppor...

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46. Sofiya

Itugged on my dress as I looked in the mirror, hating how the fabric awkwardly pooled around my stomach and hips, making me look even bigger than I already was. Tonight was important. It was the first time Matteo and I would be going to a Family event, and I didn’t want to embarrass him. I was wearing one of the dresses Sienna got me—the sparkly, silver one. It had felt magical and perfect in the dressing room with her, but now reality was setting in.

My father’s cruel words kept playing in my mind, telling me what a pathetic waste of space I was. I heard my mother point out my new fat rolls, acquired after so many afternoons baking for Matteo and the guards. Would my husband be ashamed to have me by his side at events? Bratva wives were always perfectly thin and glamorous as they stood by their husbands. I had hoped to feel confident and elegant at this dinner, but instead I just felt a little sad and frumpy.

I patted Noodle’s head. “Fetch my bag.” He pranced off to get my medication bag from its spot by the bed, placing it in my lap when he returned. I gave him a treat and then fished out my pain meds, dry swallowing two pills.

I jolted when Matteo’s reflection appeared behind me in the mirror, meeting my gaze with dark eyes. His expression was serious as always, but I thought I was getting better at picking up little micro-expressions in my husband’s face. I took in his perfectly tailored black suit, stretching across his muscular chest, and the way his hair fell lazily in his face. I wanted to run my hands through it.