COLD TRAP

Chapter 50 

MATTEO 

“Twenty five million” 

“Thirty million!” 

“Thirty five million!” 

“Fifty million!” 

My nose Flare 

Who the fuck is this bitch? 

It has been five years. 

It has been five fucking years! 

Five years since I lost my wife and everyday I regret the poor decisions I made on that day five years ago. After she was taken away by her friends, I thoroughly read through those documents until it dawned on me that I was mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. I read through those documents and finally understood her plight, I understood her need to remain silent but I was too late. She was already gone and had to live with immense guilt. 

I looked for her, I did. Tore the whole city apart in my quest to set my eyes upon my wife one more time but she just vanished into thin air as though she never existed. 

And I became a shadow of myself, having to live with regrets for as long as five years. 

The regret of killing my brother, friend and partner; Pablo. 

The regret of launching an attack on Marcelo unprepared even when Mirabella advised against it. I failed. He slipped from my grasp and fled and I was left with nothing but trails of dead bodies to clean up 

Mirabella was right when she said that her father dedicated his whole life to perfecting his plan but as hot headed as I was, I started a war that I was unprepared for. Understandably so, considering how angry I was. I had killed my best friend, lost my wife and lost the trust of my brothers all because of that bastard. 

I became impatient and fucked it all up 

guess I wasn’t so wise after all 

Today, I’m seated at a charity event, bidding millions on a property I plan to make into one of my warehouses here in Spain. Except, there’s a woman seated in this same room who is as interested in the same property as I and is willing to bet whatever amount just to make sure she 

gets her hands on it. 

Over my dead body. 

But there’s something about her. I’ve never looked at another woman since Mirabella until now. This alluring woman whose face i haven’t been able to see, this woman whose voice seems to be awfully familiar, this woman whose very familiar dark hair is in an updo, and those white pearls around her perfect neck. I feel so drawn to her and I’m unable to wrap my head around the reason as to why an annoying stranger has this much effect on me. 

Squinting my eyes at her, a very familar art work immediately catches my attention. The tattoo around her neck. A tattoo that matches the 

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exact one I have. An illusion of a snake digging its fangs into her neck. 

Mirabella was always fond of that tattoo. She loved the uniqueness of the art and she loved the story behind it even more. She always promised to get the exact replica on her whenever she had the courage to sit through the pain. 

Now this stranger has the same one. 

Did she perhaps get it done at the same tattoo parlor where I had gotten mine done? 

Even if that were the case, this tattoo holds significance for me and I sternly warned that no one else was allowed to get the exact replica except for my wife. 

This woman…there’s something about her, something so enchanting, a pulling force drawing me to her amidst my struggles. Who’s she? Why’s her presence making me feel so heated up? Why has she chosen to taunt me? Why wouldn’t she turn around and at least let me take a glance at her features? 

And her companions–a man and a woman–there’s something familiar about them. The man’s buff back is turned to me but his side profile…I’ve seen that face before but I just cannot place it. 

“Fifty million going once! Going twice- 

“One hundred million!” I scream.. 

If she wants to play, then let’s play. 

Her shoulders vibrate in laughter as she places a chip in front of the man seated by her side. “One hundred and fifty million!” 

Alessio clears his throat. “Matteo, you don’t have to. We can always get ano 

“Two hundred million!” 

The man seated by the mystery woman attempts whipping his head toward my direction but she’s quick to grip his arm, shaking her head at 

him in disagreement. 

Slowly, extremely slowly, she begins turning her head toward my direction with a smirk tugging at her lips. 

Fuck! 

Suddenly, everything feels empty. A lump gets caught up in my throat and I can only manage a 

e a few gasps and continuous blinking. 

Those pair of orbs. Those eyes that I would worship, they’re boring into mine. My wife is seated in here with me, competing with me in such a 

vile manner like an enemy. 

The ocean blue dead ice cold Iris speaks volume, it speaks hate, destruction, disgust and pain. Then there’s the emerald green Iris that speaks a more gentle language. It speaks understanding, faith, acceptance and uncertainty. 

loosen my tie, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my eyes drop to her lips. Those lips that I could spend an entire day kissing and be sated, those lips that would scream my name out loud whilst I fucked her into oblivion, those lips that would enclose perfectly around my dick, those are the same lips shooting such evil smirk at me. 

I gulp down harshly, choking on my own saliva. 

“Three hundred million!” She yells, still smirking at me with her eyes narrowed maliciously 

But I remain silent because I don’t have it in me to counter. She knows what she’s doing. She knew what she was doing coming in here with 

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her eyes on the same property I desire. 

She has me in a trance. 

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“Three hundred million going once! Twice!…! Soldi 

She immediately gets off her seat with a victorious smile, her associates joining her immediately. And when I say her associates, I mean about twenty men seated in this room. How the fuck did my wife become this person? 

How the fuck does she exude such dark aura? 

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What have I done to my sunshine? 

My gaze shifts to the boys and they all have their mouths gaped open as they stare at the woman they thought they knew. 

“This cannot be our Mirabella.” Maxwell murmurs and we all nod, my gaze shifting back to her. 

The exposed parts of her body are completely inked but in an exquisite manner. She reeks of wealth, power and blood. 

A part of me dances in pride and another part reprimands me, reminding me that I have a hand in what my wife has become. 

Too transfixed, I get off my seat, immediately following behind her men until we’re all out of the ball room. The bays follow behind me looking dazed. We mount on a corner as we watch Mirabella approach another man. The both of them communicate for about a few minutes but the manner at which she speaks to him. 

It’s soft, calm, sweet and gentle; almost the same way she used to speak to me. As if she heard my thoughts, she places her palm on his chest, her head thrown back as she hoots with laughter. My hands ball into fists by my sides whilst my teeth grind so painfully hard. 

Alessio’s warning that I control myself being the only sound that my brain is able to register, seeing how I’ve become such a good listener since the incident. 

And then, my heart shatters into pieces when the man leans down, capturing her lips with his, kissing my wife in front of me. How dare she disrespect me in this manner? I kept myself for her, I stayed celibate for five years and she’s moved on with another man when she’s still my 

wife 

ding on the spot with my rage filled eyes burning holes through their skins. 

My nose flare but I stay standing 

The man leaves after a few minutes and she turns to her best friend, whispering something to him whilst wiping her mouth clean with her face contorted in displeasure. 

Didn’t she want the kiss? 

Did he just force a kiss on my wife? 

I’ll gut him. 

She and her associates begin heading towards the exit but as they reach where i and the boys are standing, Mirabella’s eyes immediately connect with mine with a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Hello boys.” The boys nod curtly and she chuckles, returning their nod in understanding. 

With a seductive sway to her hips, she slowly whips her head towards my before bringing her hand up to wave at me. 

“See you soon. Husband.” 

direction, holding eye contact with me for longer than a minute 

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She just addressed me as her husband. 

I’m stall 

al her husband and she has just affirmed it. 

Well then, see you soon. Wife.