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CHAPTER 38–THE BEGINNING OF US

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ELENA

Alessandro was avoiding me like I was a plague. After that night in my bathroom, we had hardly spoken up to ten words to each other. It’s been a week and I couldn’t care less.

I sat in my art studio, paint in hand as I stared at the canvas. I had converted one of the free rooms to an art studio and the other one to a nursery for the baby.

The interior decorator was coming in today to get the room ready. I wanted to have an idea on what to paint before she arrived, but my mind is blank.

A knock came on the door, I looked up to Maria holding a tray in hand. “Care for a light snack?”

“Yes please,” I sighed and dropped my brushes. I took the tray from her and took a bite of the cookies and the orange juice.

My pregnancy cravings are not craving anything at all. “Where is he?” I had to ask because I hadn’t seen him here.

“He’s been in and out. Looks busy these days.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, trying not to look like I cared much.

“Thank you Maria.” I handed the plate back to her and conti
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  • THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE   CHAPTER 39–THE DAY SHE CAME

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  • THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE   CHAPTER 38–THE BEGINNING OF US

    ELENAAlessandro was avoiding me like I was a plague. After that night in my bathroom, we had hardly spoken up to ten words to each other. It’s been a week and I couldn’t care less. I sat in my art studio, paint in hand as I stared at the canvas. I had converted one of the free rooms to an art studio and the other one to a nursery for the baby.The interior decorator was coming in today to get the room ready. I wanted to have an idea on what to paint before she arrived, but my mind is blank.A knock came on the door, I looked up to Maria holding a tray in hand. “Care for a light snack?”“Yes please,” I sighed and dropped my brushes. I took the tray from her and took a bite of the cookies and the orange juice. My pregnancy cravings are not craving anything at all. “Where is he?” I had to ask because I hadn’t seen him here. “He’s been in and out. Looks busy these days.”“Hmm,” I nodded, trying not to look like I cared much. “Thank you Maria.” I handed the plate back to her and conti

  • THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE   CHAPTER 37—PREPARING FOR YOU

    ELENAThe morning sunlight leaked through the curtains. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched my body. My limbs felt heavy but not in a painful way, just tired. Sitting up, I exhaled and reached for my phone in my nightstand. I needed to go visit the hospital. After yesterday, I wanted to make sure everything is fine. I texted Alessia.Me: Can you come with me to the hospital today? I wanted to my antenatal check-up.Alessia: Of Course. I will be there in an hour. I placed the phone back down and dragged myself to the bathroom. The bathwater scent a reminder of last night. The memory of Alessandro’s hand on me, gentle. Soft. I shoved the thoughts down. I showered and got dressed in a loose beige gown. My hair was packed in a ponytail. I made my way downstairs where one of the staff handed me my breakfast. “Thank you,” I said and sat down to eat. I barely finished it before Alessia arrived, her dark sunglasses and blunt red bob making her look as intimidating as she is.“You look

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    ALESSANDRO I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not while I stripped her clothes, Not while I wrung the washcloth and brushed it over her arms, her legs, her back. Not while she sat there, limp from exhaustion, staring at me like she couldn’t understand the man in front of her.Hell, I didn’t recognize myself too.I rinsed the cloth again, jaw clenched tight, focusing on the slow rhythm of cleaning her skin. Her breathing had steadied, but her eyes stayed on me, wide and confused.Good. She should be confused. I was too.This wasn’t love. It was possession. Rage. My head was filled with images of her and Alex. I knew Alex was going to be an issue, I just didn’t know it was this soon. How were they coincidentally in the same place? Was it a planned meet up? What were they talking about that had her all giggling?If it wasn’t for public decency, I would have dealt with him right there. I hated that I noticed how delicate her skin feels under my touch. She was the daughter of my enem

  • THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE   CHAPTER 35–CONFUSED

    ELENAThe hotel room felt colder than it had before. “Ten minutes,” Alessandro said from the doorway, his hands holding his door open. “Don’t make me come back for you.” He didn’t wait for a response. The door clicked shut behind him, I stood there for a second longer, heart pounding. I clenched my fist in anger but still, I packed. Fast.I had no time to arrange them. Shoes, clothes, make ups. everything was shoved inside my bag. By the time I was done, I heard the elevator chimed. He must be out. I gave the room a last glance making sure I wasn’t forgetting anything. Before opening the door and leaving.I came and stood beside me as we waited for the elevator. He stretched his hands for my bag and I handed it over to him.The car was outside, waiting.We didn’t speak on the ride to the airstrip. On the jet, everything reeked of him. Leather seats, expensive cologne.I tried not to look at him. Failed.He was staring out the window, jaw tight, fingers tapping against his armrest

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