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MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 100
Lila. Today was just a weird day and I could tell I was going to have trouble catching up with all my classes. I woke up late, apparently I forgot to set my alarm and I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urge
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 100
Lila. Today was just a weird day and I could tell I was going to have trouble catching up with all my classes. I woke up late, apparently I forgot to set my alarm and I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urge
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Nine
Luca. For the next few weeks, I started showing up.Every Wednesday, I met her at Cedars. We sat in that freezing cold chemo ward, her hooked up to a machine and me sitting beside her with a thermos of ginger tea and crossword puzzles. It was awkward at first more silence than conversation, more effort than ease. But something kept pulling me back.I think I just wanted to know her. Not the ghost of the woman who left, not the polished stranger from the gala, but her. The real version, vulnerable, tired, still stubborn as hell, and funny in these dry, biting ways that reminded me of how I used to be before all the walls went up.We started talking. Really talking.She told me about the years after she left. How she moved up the coast and worked at a bookstore. How she tried therapy but didn’t stick with it. How she'd go months without hearing her own voice except for muttering to her cat.I told her about the first audition I ever went to. How I nearly puked from nerves. How the fir
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Eight
The real Lila. I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urgency that made my stomach twist.“Lila Harlow?” he asked before I could pass.I stopped mid step. He knew my name.“Yes?” My voice was cautious, laced wi
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Seven
The real Lila. I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urgency that made my stomach twist.“Lila Harlow?” he asked before I could pass.I stopped mid step. He knew my name.“Yes?” My voice was cautious, laced wi
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Six
Luca. If there was one thing I hated, was being lied to and the fact that Lila had done it so well was eating me up. I immediately left the hospital reception and went straight to my car. I knew who I had to see next. I didn’t stop to think.I dialed my father's number, but he did not pick up. I drove anyway. Rain lashed at the windshield, the kind of rain that makes the world blur. Fitting, I thought. Everything in my life was blurred now. Twisted. Betrayed.She lied. Lila lied. Or rather… she was the lie. Was her name even Lila to begin with? By the time I reached my father’s house, my hands were shaking. My heart thudded so hard I felt it in my throat. I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open like a man possessed.“Dad!” I called out. “Dad, I need to talk to you. Now.”He came around the corner in his reading glasses and cardigan, blinking like I’d dragged him out of a dream. “Luca? What.. what’s going on? Are you okay?”“No,” I rasped. “She’s not who she says she is.”He stared.
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Five
Luca. Lila had always seemed like the most naive woman who had ever crossed my path and sometimes I pitied her because she did not know how cruel this world could get. But now I was just realizing I was the naïve one all along. She was just playing a part and she played it so well because she had me fooled. I didn't even see it or suspect because she had gotten into my head so good, I wasn't even thinking straight. I didn’t even realize I’d hung up the phone until Vanessa asked me what happened.“He’s dead,” I said hollowly. “Dr. Rourke is dead, they said he died three weeks ago.”She sat up straight. “Jesus. That’s…”“Too damn convenient,” I finished for her.She didn’t argue. Instead, she watched as I paced to her kitchen table and dropped into the chair like my legs were going to give out. My brain was racing. Rourke had been the only one who treated Lila that night. He looked like he knew something, like he was scared of her or for her. And now, he was gone. Just like her. May
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Four
Luca I woke up disoriented, the ceiling above me unfamiliar, the dull ache in my neck making itself known the moment I shifted. For a second, I didn’t remember where I was or how I got there, but then Vanessa’s voice echoed from last night, the worry in her eyes as she offered me her sofa, the bottle of whiskey still three quarters full on her kitchen counter.Vanessa’s apartment was too neat for someone like me to intrude in, but she hadn’t let me leave. Said I looked like hell. She wasn’t wrong.I sat up slowly, my jacket draped over the armrest, my phone heavy in my palm like a stone I’d carried through a storm. I stared at it for a second, thumb hovering over the screen.Lila.Her name was enough to make my chest constrict.Everything from last night came rushing back: the flash of her eyes, the way her voice cracked when she said she had to leave, how she vanished into the night as if she'd never existed. And now, after a night of nothing no answers, no clues I had a thread. A
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Three
Vanessa. I had seen him get emotional before, but not like this. He seemed broken, finally someone had broken him the way he was used to breaking women. I look at him again wondering if maybe this was a show, but it was real. He broke in front of me like a baby. Not in some cinematic way where the sky darkens and a thunderclap punctuates the moment. No. Luca’s breaking is quieter, more raw. His shoulders slump, like the weight of the world has finally settled on his back and he’s done pretending it’s light. His hands cover his face, but I can still see the tremble in his fingertips, the slight hitch in his breath.And it hits me harder than I expect how much I hate seeing him like this.I thought this would make me happy, Atleast make my ego happy, considering how he broke up with me, but it wasn't at all. For a long, stunned second, I just stand there. Watching. Absorbing every piece of him as if I could memorize the contours of this exact moment and hold onto it. His pain shoul
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