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Chapter 8 - This is a joke.
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A Marriage with the Mafia Prince Chapter 8 - This is a joke.
A L Y S S AI stand there like a deer caught in the headlights as the word replays in my mind.Bride.The word feels foreign, almost absurd, yet attached to me in a room like this, standing in front of a man who looks at me like a problem to be solved rather than a person. I feel small under Stephano's gaze as he looks back at me. He does not react right away, nor does he blink or move or soften his gaze. He stares me up and down, his expression completely difficult to read, making it almost impossible for me to tell what exactly is going through his mind. Finally, he turns away from me and turns towards both his father and mother, his eyes bouncing between the two of them.And that's when we all hear it. The humourless, cold laugh he lets out, one that means the atmosphere in the room is completely heavy and unbearable.“This is a joke,” he says, motioning his hand towards me, immediately making my heart sink to my feet before suddenly racing. The expression on his parents' faces cha
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A L Y S S AThe guards at the entrance take a curious look at me before they finally open the doors, allowing me passage. Inside, the space steals my breath, marble floors gleaming beneath towering ceilings, a sweeping staircase rising upward, light spilling from a chandelier so large it looks like it probably cost more than my entire livelihood.Then a woman appears, beautiful in her simple yet elegant grey dress, smiling back at me with politeness."Miss Hart, welcome. Right this way." She says, and that's when she begins guiding me through a series of quiet hallways and into a sitting room filled with firelight and black velvet."You may wait here. Please have a seat." She instructs me to one of the couches, and I stare at her nervously before taking a seat and looking around the room in pure awe. Okay, I knew the Valentinos had money, but they're practically living like royalty here...“Would you like something to drink?” She asks me softly, and I contemplate it. Maybe a drink wou
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A L Y S S AI have never stared at myself in a mirror this long, not even on mornings when exhaustion made its home on my face, or nights when I have cried hard enough to scare myself, because this time feels different... way different...The bathroom is small, barely wide enough to stretch my arms out, and the single yellow bulb above the mirror is enough to light up the room. As I stare at my reflection, I see every question I have not answered sitting plainly on my face, the tension in my jaw, the way my lips keep pressing together as if holding back words I am afraid to say out loud, the uncertainty in my eyes that refuses to settle, no matter how long I look.I am dressed better than I have been in years, not glamorous or expensive, the way women like Mrs Valentino carry themselves, but still decent and intentional in a quieter way. I wear a long black dress I forgot I owned until this afternoon, it's soft fabric that falls smoothly against my body without clinging too tightly an
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He stops when he sees her, and his eyes narrow slightly. Alyssa immediately fills herself shrink, heart now racing as she wonders what could be going through his mind. He looks confused, almost irritated, but at the same time, Alyssa can see the curiosity in his eyes.“Who is this?” he asks flatly, his voice deep and smooth, sending a chill passing through her entire body. But still, it is devoid of warmth.His gaze moves from Alyssa to his parents, pointed and suspicious.His parents exchange glances, and Mr. Valentino sighs as he steps forward without hesitation. “This is Alyssa Hart. Your future bride.”Stephano doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Instead, he keeps his eyes on his father for a few moments, then shifts his gaze to me, eyeing me from head to toe before turning back to his father.Suddenly, he scoffs with irritation. “This is a joke.”His words cause a sharp pang in my chest, and I gulp slightly as my gaze falters for a moment.Mr Valentino visibly tenses and lets out a slow
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Alyssa has never stared at herself in a mirror this long.Her tiny bathroom is lit by a single yellow-tinted bulb overhead, but it’s enough to show every detail of her reflection—every uncertain line in her brow, every question she can’t answer staring back at her.She’s dressed better than she’s been in years. It’s not flashy, not expensive. She couldn’t pull that off even if she wanted to. But it’s hers—a long black dress she’d forgotten she owned, the fabric soft, simple, and fitted to her in a way that feels like armour. Her dark bob is smoothed down, her makeup careful but minimal. Just enough to make her look awake. Capable. Composed.Even though inside, she’s anything but.She glances at the clock. 5:47 p.m.Thirteen minutes.She smooths her hands down the front of her dress for the fourth time and steps out into the living room where Carmen is pacing like a nervous dog.Carmen stops mid-stride and stares. “Damn.”Alyssa raises a brow. “That good or that bad?”“That’s a you’re
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The door to Alyssa’s apartment creaks open and slams shut behind her, the sound echoing in the small space like a gunshot.She stands in the entryway, coat still on, purse still clutched to her chest like it might keep her grounded. Her legs feel like concrete, and her thoughts are stuck on a loop: This is real. It’s happening. I said yes—or maybe I didn’t. But I didn’t say no. And now it’s happening, she thinks.Her phone buzzes in her pocket. Again.Carmen.Of course it’s her.Alyssa exhales sharply, drops her bag on the couch, and finally picks up. “Hey.”“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”Alyssa winces and pulls the phone slightly away from her ear. “Good morning to you, too.”“It’s almost noon, Alyssa. You disappeared without saying anything. I texted you, like, eight times.”“I had… an interview.”“Since when do interviews make people go silent for hours?”“It was... different.”There’s a pause on the other end. Then Carmen’s voice lowers, all suspicion. “What do you mean differen
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