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CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
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Achilles POVI sipped my champagne, glancing at the crow on Leilani's back. She sat back upright. “Sorry, that was a mess,” she said, her lips curling into a small smile.“Yeah it was,” I replied, holding her gaze. She chuckled and picked her glass up, lifting it slightly to her lips.“To power,” she whispered. “Yes,” I raised my glass up, accepting her toast. “To power, and fishing out enemies.”Leilani’s nose frayed a bit. “Yes,” she downed her drink. “Ugh, this is so good,” she laughed. “I want another.”“You can have as much as you want,” I replied, kissing the back of her hand. “Since when have you been such a charmer,” she grinned.“I have a beautiful woman by my side,” I answered.“Geez, you're laying it on too thick,” Emilo laughed. The small comms I had on in my right ear was tiny enough to not be detected. How would I let them know what is going on?“This is number 334,” the auctioneer announced. The little timid girl climbed up the stage, wearing similar clothes that Lyla
The Captured Mafia Bride CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR
Lyla's POV I stare at the man in front of me. “Impossible.”The words slipped past my lips with certainty, yet my eyes could not be failing me.“Lyla Russo,” he chucked darkly. “Or should I say,” his smile stretched wider, “Donovan?”My legs gave out under me and I crumbled to the floor. “How?”“Let's not think about that,” Christian Donovan laughed. “Let's talk about us, my dearest wife.”“I am not your wife,” I barely got the words out of my mouth when Christian crossed the small space between us, his hands digging into my chin. “What did you say?”This man was so different from who was at the altar. He wore a dark tan suit, his blonde hair now a thick dark brown. There was a scar on his face and as I stared at it harder, I could see it was actually reconstructed multiple times.His eyes followed my movements and he chucked again, his fingernails still digging deeper. “Oh this?” He laughed. “Your boyfriend didn't hit me. I mean yeah he did but luckily enough, the bullet grazed the
The Captured Mafia Bride CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO
The applause still rang in my ears when the velvet curtain dropped behind me. My legs trembled with each step, but the men who flanked me on either side didn’t care. Hands on my elbows, they pushed me down the narrow hall like I was cargo already purchased, not a woman still breathing, still trying to understand how her whole world had shattered in an instant.I saw him.Achilles.Even now the thought of his name burned my chest. He had been there. Just there. Sitting with a woman in gold, her smile pressed into the side of his neck. The way his hand rested on the table, steady, unflinching, told me everything: he hadn’t come for me. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.Something inside me folded in on itself, and I stopped feeling the cold marble under my bare feet. Numbness spread like a shield. It was the only way I could move without collapsing.The guards brought me to another door. Celeste waited there, leaning against the frame with her usual smirk. She looked pleased, like an artist a
The Captured Mafia Bride CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO
Achilles POVThe Audi purred under my hands, a predator on four wheels. The kind of car that whispered money without screaming it. I had chosen it deliberately—sleek enough to slip unnoticed through the city’s shadows, but sharp enough to remind anyone watching that I belonged to a different breed. The streets blurred past, the hum of the engine syncing with the low hum of tension in my chest. It had been too long since we’d crawled out from under the weight of our own deaths, and tonight was supposed to be about precision, control.But Leilani had other plans.“You are late," she said the moment she slid into the passenger seat, her perfume slicing through the leather and smoke lingering in the car. A gold dress clung to her body, sequins scattering light with every movement. Her lips, blood‑red and mocking, curled into a smirk. “Is this how you treat all your women, Achilles? Keep them waiting like you’ve got eternity?”I didn’t glance at her. “You’re not all my women.”She laughed
The Captured Mafia Bride CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO
Achilles POVThe Audi purred under my hands, a predator on four wheels. The kind of car that whispered money without screaming it. I had chosen it deliberately—sleek enough to slip unnoticed through the city’s shadows, but sharp enough to remind anyone watching that I belonged to a different breed. The streets blurred past, the hum of the engine syncing with the low hum of tension in my chest. It had been too long since we’d crawled out from under the weight of our own deaths, and tonight was supposed to be about precision, control.But Leilani had other plans.“You are late," she said the moment she slid into the passenger seat, her perfume slicing through the leather and smoke lingering in the car. A gold dress clung to her body, sequins scattering light with every movement. Her lips, blood‑red and mocking, curled into a smirk. “Is this how you treat all your women, Achilles? Keep them waiting like you’ve got eternity?”I didn’t glance at her. “You’re not all my women.”She laughed
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Lyla's POVMy feet hurt. The heels Madam Celeste made me wear were too high, causing my entire calves and my already smarting ankle to hurt more. I stood straight though, aware of her presence behind me.The velvet curtain brushed against my shoulder as I stood trembling in the narrow passage, waiting. My pulse thudded so hard it felt like the sound should be audible through the walls.I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my nerves down but every inhale snagged halfway, like my ribs had shrunk, like there wasn’t enough air in the room to carry me.On the other side of the curtain, voices swelled — laughter, music, the soft clink of glasses. Smooth and cultured, but behind it, something hungrier. A crowd gathered not for entertainment but for possession.“Chin higher.” Madam Celeste’s voice was low, firm, almost tender if tenderness could be laced with iron. Her jeweled hand adjusted the chain at my throat, tugging until the gemstone lay centered between my collarbones. “You walk out
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