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CHAPTER 42
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2025-09-29 14:45:14
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Andrea's POV"Yes," I said. And the word came out steady and certain, because it didn't feel like a lie. It didn't feel like a lie at all. "Yes. I'm his family. Please — how is he? Is he going to be alright? Please tell me he's going to be alright."She gave me a small, steadying nod — the kind that let a little of the terror drain out of me before she'd even spoken. "He's stable. And I want you to hear that first, because it's the most important thing. He was very lucky, all things considered. When he came in we were concerned about internal bleeding, and that's always the real danger in a head-on impact like his — but the scans came back clear. No internal bleeding. That was the thing we were most afraid of, and he doesn't have it."The relief hit me so hard and so fast that my knees actually gave a little, and I had to brace my hand against the glass to keep myself upright. Air went into my lungs — real air, a full breath — for what felt like the first time since my mother had turn
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON Chapter 163
Andrea's POVHe's going to be okay, I told myself, and the words came in his voice — his exact voice, from a car speeding toward a different hospital on a different terrible night, when it had been my turn to fall apart and his turn to hold the two of us together. He has to be okay. You're going to get on a plane, and you're going to go to him, and you're going to be right there in that room when he opens his eyes.I would not let myself finish the other thought. The one waiting just behind it. The one about how I would go on, how I could possibly go on, if he wasn't okay. If the very last time I ever saw him was drunk and broken and asleep in the wreck of that apartment. If I never got to watch those dark eyes open one more time. If I never got the chance to tell him, out loud, to his face, awake — the thing I'd only ever been brave enough to text him from a runway.I couldn't go there. I wouldn't. Because I knew that if I let myself fall into that particular dark I would never get b
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON Chapter 162
Andrea's POV"I have to go back." I was already turning, already reaching blindly for my phone on the counter, my hands going numb and stupid. "I have to go back to New York. Right now. I have to be there, Mum, I have to —""Andrea, wait — there's more. Listen to me a second." She caught my arm, gently but firmly, holding me still. "Dahlia's gone into labor. About two hours ago now. That's the other reason Luca's been calling and calling."I stopped moving entirely.It was all happening at once. All of it. Dante in a hospital bed somewhere. Dahlia bringing her baby into the world. The whole axis of my life spinning out from under me in the span of a single stolen afternoon, while I'd lain there useless and dead to the world in my childhood bed, an entire ocean away from every person I loved.I got my phone turned on and it lit up with a whole stacked column of missed calls, every one of them Luca, one after another after another. My hands were trembling so violently I could barely mak
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON Chapter 161
Andrea's POVThe flight back was one of the longest of my life.I couldn't settle into it at all. I couldn't read, couldn't watch anything, couldn't make my mind go quiet for even a minute. There was a bad feeling lodged deep in my chest and it refused to shift no matter what I did — a heavy, cold, wrong feeling, sitting right in the center of me like a stone dropped into still water, sending out ripples I couldn't calm.I kept trying to talk myself out of it. It's just the leaving, I told myself. Just the grief of it, the finality, the goodbye I'd sent from the runway with my thumb shaking over the screen. Of course my chest hurt. I'd just wrenched myself away from the man I loved and confessed everything to him on my way out of his life. Anyone would ache after that. Anyone would feel hollow and strange and off-balance.But it didn't feel like grief. That was the thing I couldn't get past. I knew grief by now — I'd been living inside its walls for two whole months, I knew every corn
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON Chapter 160
Dante’s POVBecause I'd told myself, all this time, that I was doing the brave thing. The hard, selfless, loving thing—cutting her loose so she could be free of me and my blood and my ghosts. I'd worn that story like armor. It was the only thing that had let me get through a single one of these gray endless days.But sitting there with her words in my hand—I love you, I'm tired of it being a secret, you were loved all the way—I finally understood the truth of what I'd done.She'd been braver than me the whole time. Every second of it. She'd loved me out loud and I'd hidden. She'd said the words and I'd run. She hadn't been afraid of loving me. I'd been afraid of loving her, and I'd dressed my cowardice up as protection and called it noble, and now she was thirty thousand feet in the air, saying goodbye, and I was sitting alone in the wreckage I'd made of my own life with her eyes tattooed over my heart.I looked down at my chest. At the healing ink there. At her eyes, looking back up
SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON Chapter 159
Dante’s POVI woke up in my bed with the sun coming through the window.It was too bright. Slanting in high and hard, the kind of light that means the morning's long gone. Almost midday, I figured, from the angle of it. My mouth was dry as sand and my head was splitting, a deep ugly pounding behind my eyes that made me squint against the light and immediately regret being awake at all.For a moment I just lay there, trying to figure out how I'd gotten here.Then the flashes started coming.The shower. I remembered the shower. Standing under the water with my clothes still on, letting it run and run because I couldn't make myself do anything else. The whisky before that. The mirror—I closed my eyes. The mirror.I lifted my hands and looked at them, and they were bandaged. Both of them. Clean white gauze wrapped careful and neat around my knuckles, the kind of job you can't do drunk and one-handed. I stared at them, trying to make sense of it, and I couldn't remember doing it.And then
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Dahlia’s POVThe kiss was soft, unhurried — not demanding like the first ones we’d shared. This one felt different. It was gentle and warm, like a promise he wasn’t ready to put into words yet. His hand moved up to my cheek, his thumb brushing my sk
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Dahlia’s POVLuca had gone out for business earlier that afternoon, and by the time the sun went down, he still hadn’t returned. I tried to distract myself by reading, but the words on the page just blurred together. I even went to the kitchen and sat at the dining table, hoping that eating would he
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Dahlia’s POVThe words hung in the air like ice.My head jerked up, my heart instantly pounding. “What do you mean followed?” I asked, my voice trembling as I turned around in my seat. Through the back window, I saw headlights—bright
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Dahlia’s POVThe hum of voices dipped lower the second Luca stepped into the room. It wasn’t silence, but it was close enough to feel strange, like someone had turned down the volume of the world just for him. Heads turned, conversations slowed, and I could feel the shift in the air. Some people whi
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