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Chapter Nine

Author: Softly Ashanti
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Chapter Nine

Justin’s POV

The woman’s scream ripped through the air as the bullet tore into her arm and leg.

I should’ve put it straight into her skull. That was the plan. One shot. Clean and done.

But at the last second, I lowered the barrel. A change of mind, no, a change of strategy. She’d be more useful alive. If I let her suffer, I could use her to drag Lorenzo out of whatever hole he was hiding in.

The children though… I couldn’t bring myself to touch them. They were too young, and fragile. They reminded me too much of my sister, the only person who meant everything to me.

Her cries followed me as I stepped out of the penthouse, echoing in the back of my mind like a cursed lullaby. I didn’t look back. I never do.

Andrew and the others fell in line behind me, silently. They knew better than to test my temper in a time like this.

I slid into my car, the leather cold against my back, and gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles whitened. My pulse was racing, my jaw clenched tig
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  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Nine

    Justin’s POVThe nurse dropped to her knees immediately.“Please, sir… don’t do this to me. This job is my only source of livelihood,” she begged, trembling.“You should’ve thought about that before running your mouth,” I said coldly, my glare sweeping over the rest of the nurses. They shrank back, fear etched on their faces.“How dare you insult my wife?” I snapped, my jaw tightening.But even as the words left my lips, something twisted in my chest. Why am I standing up for her?Well… because I’m the only one who has that right.The right to insult her.The right to look down on her.The right to hurt her.No one else dares.“Please, ma… help me plead with him,” the nurse whimpered, turning to Amelia.But Amelia’s face was unreadable—cold, distant.“Let go of me,” she said flatly, shaking her legs free from the woman’s grip.“Next time, learn to mind your business.”Without another glance in my direction, she turned and walked away.I stared after her, stunned.Wait… isn’t she suppo

  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Eight

    Amelia’s POVThe doctor’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.I staggered, but a strong hand steadied me before I could fall. I clung to him like my life depended on it.I saw a flicker of jealousy cross Maxwell’s face, but that was the least of my problems now.“Doctor — can anything be done?” I choked, tears thick in my throat. “Mum can’t be in a wheelchair. She doesn’t deserve that.”Dad swayed beside me, pale and stunned. My heart lurched — he’d been warned about his blood pressure; the doctor had said he must avoid shocks. I could practically feel the strain tugging at him.Images of our childhood crashed through me: the cinema trips, the way we used to roam the market and laugh over nothing, Mum always rushing from one place to another because her business needed her on the move. Could it end like this? Mum trapped in a wheelchair? The thought made bile rise in my throat. They should take my legs before they take hers.Tears rolled down my cheeks and I pressed my palm to my mo

  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Seven

    Amelia’s POVI didn’t even wait for Jackson to park the car properly before jumping out.I rushed into the hospital reception and approached the first nurse I saw.“Please, where is Mrs. Hart’s ward?” I asked, struggling to steady my voice.“Come with me,” she replied, and the look of pity that flashed across her face made my heart sink deeper.It was already bad enough that Mom was in a coma… I only prayed it wasn’t worse than that.I trailed behind her, each step heavier than the last. My heart pounded so loudly I feared my chest might explode.We stopped in front of the ICU. I paused, inhaled deeply, and exhaled shakily before stepping in, bracing myself for anything.But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.As soon as my eyes landed on Mom, the strong girl in me shattered. Tears streamed freely down my face.There she was—lying motionless on the bed, wrapped in bandages, pale and unrecognizable, with an oxygen tube fixed to her nose.Dad sprang up the moment he saw me. H

  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Six

    Amelia’s POVThe men moved closer, their grins wide and deliberate.“Stay back,” I warned, my voice firm.“We were paid to have fun with you. Be a good girl,” the chubby one with the bald head said.“I don’t do fun. Go get a prostitute,” I shouted, but they kept advancing.The lanky one reached for my arm. I swatted his hand away. Another man grabbed my waist, and I drove my knee into his groin. He let go with a groan.“How dare you,” he yelled. Two men seized my arms, pinning me in place. The bald one, who seemed to be their leader, undid his belt. I twisted and fought, but their grip only tightened.Was this how I was going to lose my virginity — to strangers? Who would pay them to do this? Faces flickered through my mind, but none stayed long enough for me to name.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst.The door burst open.Justin strode in, his face cold and hard. He crossed the room in two quick steps, slammed his fist into the face of the man holding my legs, and blood

  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Five

    Amelia’s POVI stepped into the mansion and was welcomed by the maids.I made my way upstairs. Immediately I stepped into the room my breath hitched.Lying majestic on the bed was a golden dinner gown embedded with diamonds, beside it was a black heels embedded with gold stones and a black handbag to match.My heart swelled with excitement and the anger I felt since evaporated into thin air.I picked the gown and ran my hand through the smooth fabric. Justin sure knows how to flutter someone and he also knows how to hurt someone. He does the right thing at the wrong time.Well with this beautiful dress laying in front of me begging to be worn. Who I’m I to say no? I would be going for the banquet.I peeled my work clothes off my body and slide into the bathroom humming softly.I let the shower run through me washing away all the sweat tiredness.I stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I combed my hair thoroughly before wiping my body dry.I applied body lotion, then I pack

  • THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON   Chapter Thirty Four

    Amelia’s POVI stepped into the company with an expressionless face. My face had been like that since yesterday, ever since I heard Justin make that call.He suspects I overheard, because I caught a glimpse of guilt in his expression, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Why was he feeling guilty? He wasn’t lying anyway.I met Prisca at the reception, cleaning. The janitor’s uniform fitted her perfectly. I bit back the chuckle that was about to escape my lips.“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, avoiding my gaze.“Wow, such a humble janitor,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You look good in your new uniform.”She picked up the mopping bucket and scurried off in shame.“Morning, ma,” the janitor who replaced her greeted with a cheerful smile.I returned the smile. “Come with me.”She hurried after me. We stepped into the elevator together, and when it stopped at the top floor, I input my pin cautiously and we walked into my office.“Here are my credentials and CV,

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