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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 Chapter 85
Morning arrived softly, its light slipping through the curtains like a tender secret. Mia woke slowly, her body still wrapped in warmth and stillness. For a moment, she didn’t move—she simply felt. The steady presence beside her, something solid and real. Her lashes fluttered open, and there he was: Mark. Exactly where he promised he’d be.The realization settled in her chest, unfamiliar and thrilling, tinged with a hint of danger. He was asleep—not the guarded, half-aware version she knew, but truly at peace. His face relaxed, breaths even, arm resting lightly where it had been all night. In this quiet stillness, he seemed different—softer, younger, less untouchable.Mia shifted gently, careful not to wake him. Her eyes traced his features anew, as if seeing him for the very first time, free from the weight of everything else. Her hand moved slowly, hesitantly, a featherlight touch against the tip of his nose. A playful, delicate gesture. She froze, breath caught—but he remained lost
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 84
The house was quiet. Not peaceful—just the heavy silence after the storm, when everything stopped but the feelings no one wanted to face.Mia sat on the edge of her bed, still in the same clothes, fingers gripping her sleeves. She hadn’t moved much since she got back. Every time she closed her eyes, the images came flooding back—the chair, the ropes, Ethan’s voice, the door crashing open, Mark.Her chest tightened. She pressed her palms together, trying to steady the storm inside her, but it didn’t help. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was something quieter, darker, and it stayed.A soft knock at the door.She didn’t answer. Not because she didn’t hear it—because she knew who it was.The door opened just a crack.“Are you awake?” Mark’s voice was low, careful.She looked up. He stood there, no jacket, sleeves rolled, like he hadn’t fully come down either.Neither spoke for a moment. Then she nodded.“I couldn’t sleep.”He stepped in silently, closing the door behind him.“I figured.”He di
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 83
The mansion gates swung open before the car even came to a stop.Word had traveled faster than the convoy.By the time Mark helped Mia out, half the household staff and the security team were already gathered near the entrance, the air thick with tension.At the top of the marble steps stood Don Romano.He didn’t look like the powerful man who ruled half the city. He looked like a father who had waited too long.“Mia.”Before she could take a step forward, he pulled her into a tight embrace. For a moment, she stiffened—then the exhaustion buried deep in her bones won. She wrapped her arms around him.“You’re hurt?” he demanded, pulling back to examine her face.“I’m fine.”But his eyes caught the fresh bruise on her cheek.His jaw clenched, hardening instantly.“Ethan?”Mark answered without hesitation.“He won’t touch her again.”Romano held Mark’s gaze. For a long moment, loyalty and challenge flickered silently between the two men.Finally, Romano nodded once.“Good.”He placed a g
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 63 – The First Crack
Mia didn’t come back the next morning.Not at dawn like she had the past two days. Not with tired eyes and coffee gone cold in her hands. The chair beside Mark’s bed remained empty long enough for the absence to become loud.Mark noticed immediately.He told himself it was nothing. She was exhauste
Enemies At The Altar Chapter 62 – Don Romano’s Warning
The hospital room had finally fallen quiet.Machines hummed softly, steady and relentless, like a reminder that life continued whether hearts were ready for it or not. Mia slept curled in the chair beside Mark’s bed, her head resting against her folded arms. One of her hands lay on the edge of the
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 61 – The Man Who Woke Up
The first thing Mark felt was pain.Not sharp—deep. Heavy. The kind that pressed down on his chest and settled into his bones like a reminder he hadn’t earned rest yet.The second thing was sound.A slow, steady beeping. Machines. Distant footsteps. Low voices murmuring somewhere beyond the fog in
Enemies At The Altar Ch. 60 – The Aftermath of Blood
When arriving at the hospital, which smelled like antiseptic and fear.Mia sat rigid in the plastic chair outside the operating room, her hands still stained red despite scrubbing them raw in the sink. Mark’s blood had soaked into her sleeves, dried dark against the pale fabric. She hadn’t changed.
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