Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479 Love Confession
Ryder's POV.

My futile attempts to incite jealousy in Bella by meeting other girls left me feeling disheartened. No matter who I interacted with, she remained composed and collected, as if her emotions were impervious to my antics. Undeterred, I had to switch to plan B.

I smirked as I thought about it because it was foolproof, and Ryder never failed to get what he wanted.

"Bella, I have planned a vacation for us," I called her while she was in school.

I smiled as I could imagine her eyes widened in surprise.

"What? No, Ryder, I can't go on vacation, and, most of all, I have some assignments to complete," she replied, her voice tinged with reluctance.

"Come on, Bella. Mum is persistent about my marriage, so it will be our last vacation together. I am sending my secretary. Give her your passport. We are going to Switzerland for a week. Just me and you. I want to spend some time with you alone," I insisted, hoping she would agree.

"Abroad trip? You will get clicked by the media, and I don't want to come into the Limelight," she worried, her brows furrowing in concern.

"Oh no, that will not be a problem. I will make sure of it. Don't worry about it," I assured her, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

I had to do this because I wanted her to be with me for a lifetime. I couldn't marry a girl other than Bella. I wanted to confess my love to her. She was my everything. When she refused me before, I realized how much I loved

her, and I never told her this - that she had a very special place in my heart, which no other girl could ever occupy. I just hoped she would accept my proposal during this romantic trip to Switzerland.

As we walked through the airport, I couldn't resist the urge to hold her hand.

"What are you doing? Ryder, you are holding my hand, and if we get clicked, it will be news," she said, making a face, her hand trying to pull away from mine.

"Come on, Bella. I do want to hold your hand all the time, and nobody can take this right from me. I damn care about anybody but you, and please, for God's sake, stop being scared of the media. My men can handle that," I frowned, feeling a mix of frustration.

Due to her insecurities, I couldn't kiss her in public as much as I yearned to.

The moment we touched down in the city, we swiftly collected our luggage and proceeded through the customs check. As we emerged from the airport, a taxi from the hotel awaited our arrival. I had reserved the finest seven-star hotel in Switzerland.

Upon checking into our luxurious suite, I gently pulled her into my embrace and began to undress her. Throughout the day and into the night, I made passionate love to her, savoring every moment as if time itself had halted. I was determined not to miss a single second without worshipping her body. To me, she was a goddess, and I longed to demonstrate the depth of my adoration, offering her pleasures that no one else could provide. She begged for more, her screams of pleasure echoing, and her moans calling out my name. I gave her everything she wanted and made love to her all day and night long. I ceased only when she was exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.