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Ch. 35 – Trust Me or Don’t
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Enemies At The Altar Chapter 91
The music had softened. The crowd had relaxed. Yet the energy in the room remained—shifted but undiminished.Mia stood near one of the long tables, a glass in hand, quietly observing the gathering. This time, the weight of it didn’t press down on her as it once had. She had survived far worse than curious stares. And tonight, she wasn’t alone.Mark had been pulled away minutes earlier by one of the older men—something about business, territory, numbers she didn’t care to follow. He had hesitated before leaving her side. She noticed.“I’ll be fine,” she told him.His eyes searched her face as if to confirm.“I won’t be far.”“I know.”Now, she stood alone. Calm. Composed. Almost enjoying the moment.“Careful,” a smooth voice said behind her. “If you keep looking that serious, people might think you’re planning something dangerous.”Mia turned to find an unfamiliar man—tall, well-dressed, exuding a confidence bordering on arrogance. The kind of man who thought charm could open every doo
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 90
The mansion felt different that night—brighter, louder, alive in a way it hadn’t been for days. When Don Romano opened his doors, the gatherings were never small. Men in tailored suits moved through the halls with quiet authority, while women in elegant dresses lingered at their sides, watching, listening, measuring. This was no celebration. It was a statement: the family was still strong. Untouched.Mia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her fingers brushing lightly against the polished railing as she looked down at the crowd. Her heart beat steadily—not frantic, not uncertain—just steady.“You’re staring again.”She didn’t need to turn to know it was Mark beside her.“I’m preparing,” she said simply.“For what?”“For them,” she answered, her gaze sweeping the room below.Mark’s eyes followed hers. “They’re just people.”“No,” she corrected quietly. “They’re observers. And tonight… they’re judging.”He glanced at her with a faint smile. “You sound like you’ve been doing this fo
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 89
The message came quietly.“Don Romano wants to see me; I wonder what it’s about,” Mia whispered, pausing at the top of the staircase, her hand resting lightly on the railing.The house had settled after everything—Ethan was gone, the tension eased—but something in those words tightened her chest again. This wasn’t about Ethan. This was about her.She nodded once.“Where?”“In his study.”Of course.Mia exhaled slowly and made her way down the hall. Each step was deliberate, steady. She neither rushed nor hesitated. By the time she reached the door, her expression was calm. Controlled.She knocked.“Come in.”His voice was as composed as ever.Mia pushed the door open. The study was dim, lit by a single lamp on the desk. Don Romano stood near the window, his back partially turned, a glass in his hand. The city lights stretched behind him like a silent kingdom.He didn’t turn immediately.“Close the door.”She obeyed. The click echoed softly. Only then did he face her.For a moment, he
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 88
“Hey, darling.” Mark reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mia’s face. His hand lingered on her cheek, warm and steady.“Darling? That’s new,” Mia teased, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I never imagined a cold, ruthless mafia boss like you could have such a cute side.”Mark grinned, amusement lighting his eyes. “What, you don’t like it? Huh, wifey?”“Wifey, Mark. Stop joking around. My dad’s upstairs.”“Alright,” he said with a nod, but his gaze remained on her, filled with quiet concern. “But seriously—are you okay?”Mia nodded firmly. “Better than okay.”“And him?” Mark asked, his voice dropping to a low, cautious tone.“Gone,” she said simply, her voice steady."Finally", Mark’s lips twitched into the smallest, most genuine smile she had seen from him in a long time. “Good. Because that guy was one crazy ex.”Mia glanced at him, cheeks flushing, teasing now. “Took you long enough.”Mark leaned in slightly, his voice rough with playful amusement. “I wanted to ma
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 87
In the next few hours, the air in the main hall felt heavier than usual. Word had spread quickly. Ethan had been brought in. Alive. That alone was enough to draw attention. Men stood along the edges of the room—silent, watchful. No one spoke above a murmur. No one dared disrupt what was about to happen.At the far end, Don Romano sat. Calm. Composed. Dangerous. Mia stood a few steps behind him, her arms folded lightly, her expression controlled. But her eyes—her eyes were fixed on the man being dragged in. Ethan. Bruised. Blood dried along his jaw. His shirt was torn, his hands bound tightly in front of him. But he was still standing. And still breathing. That was deliberate.Mark walked in behind them. Slow. Measured. No rush. No visible anger. And somehow, that was more unsettling than anything else.Ethan lifted his head the moment he saw Mia. Something flickered across his face. Not regret but something twisted.“Mia,” he rasped.Her expression didn’t change. Not this time.“Don’t
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 86
The tray remained between them, half-empty. The coffee had cooled, but neither seemed inclined to finish it. Mia sat cross-legged on the bed, studying Mark as if trying to solve a puzzle without instructions. He noticed her gaze.“You’re staring again,” he said.“No, I’m just studying you,” she corrected.“That sounds worse.”She tilted her head thoughtfully. “You don’t talk much about yourself.”“There’s not much to say.”“That’s a lie.”He leaned back against the headboard, arms loosely folded. “Is it?”“Yes,” she replied simply. “You just don’t let people see it.”He made no denial, his silence saying enough.Mia picked up a piece of fruit but didn’t eat it, holding it between her fingers while she thought. “No shouting today?” she asked.He raised a brow. “Is that your plan?”“No, I’m trying something new.”“That’s concerning.”She ignored the comment. “I don’t want to fight with you every time we talk,” she said quietly. “It’s exhausting.”“It is.”“Mark, stop interrupting me,” s
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 26 – The Dinner of Pretenses
The Romano dining hall was built to intimidate—long marble floors, chandeliers like frozen storms hanging overhead, and a massive table carved from centuries-old oak. Fifty chairs lined each side, each one ready for another powerful ally, another dangerous enemy dressed as a guest.Tonight, the tab
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 39 – The Turn of the Heart
Mia didn’t go back to the infirmary that night.Not because she didn’t want to—but because she wanted to too much.She stayed in her room, pacing the length of it like a trapped thing, every step echoing with Mark’s voice in her head. Mia. The way he’d said her name—soft, bare, stripped of command
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 27 – The Silent War
The moment their bedroom hallway door clicked shut behind them, the mask Mark had worn all evening shattered.He didn’t wait.Didn’t give her space.Didn’t hide behind his usual stone-cold restraint.“Mia.”Her name was a low growl—raw, frayed, dangerous.She froze.Mark rarely raised his voice.He
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 46 – A Dance of Fire
The next day all Mafia's families where invited to a gala, and gala was everything Mia hated.Gold. Crystal. Music so smooth it felt like a lie.The Santori Ballroom glowed beneath cascading chandeliers, polished marble reflecting power and wealth in equal measure. Mafia families filled the space w
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