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255. Get Her

ผู้เขียน: Angela Lynn Carver
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-20 10:54:21

Daphne didn’t know what hit the pool first: her towel, her sandal, or the absolute scream of rage echoing off the villa walls.

“I’m going to kill you,” she repeated, louder this time, storming back toward the house.

“Do you want breakfast first?” Max called after her. “They say not to kill on an empty stomach!”

Landon didn’t follow. He just watched her go with that maddening half-smile, like he knew she’d be back. Like he knew exactly what string he’d just plucked in her chest.

Daphne slammed the door behind her and braced both palms against the wall, breathing like she’d just sprinted a mile.

Married.

To Landon.

She turned slowly and caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror—wide eyes, frizzing hair, and that damned gold ring catching the light like it was laughing at her.

She looked… married. Not in the bridal-magazine kind of way. More like someone who’d woken up in the middle of someone else’s life. Someone who’d broken every rule she made for herself—and weirdest of all, didn
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  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   255. Get Her

    Daphne didn’t know what hit the pool first: her towel, her sandal, or the absolute scream of rage echoing off the villa walls.“I’m going to kill you,” she repeated, louder this time, storming back toward the house.“Do you want breakfast first?” Max called after her. “They say not to kill on an empty stomach!”Landon didn’t follow. He just watched her go with that maddening half-smile, like he knew she’d be back. Like he knew exactly what string he’d just plucked in her chest.Daphne slammed the door behind her and braced both palms against the wall, breathing like she’d just sprinted a mile.Married.To Landon.She turned slowly and caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror—wide eyes, frizzing hair, and that damned gold ring catching the light like it was laughing at her.She looked… married. Not in the bridal-magazine kind of way. More like someone who’d woken up in the middle of someone else’s life. Someone who’d broken every rule she made for herself—and weirdest of all, didn

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   254. A Great Morning

    Daphne groaned as she felt sunlight penetrating her eyelids.Her head throbbed in dull, pulsing waves. She cracked one eye open.White sheets. Soft pillows. A ceiling fan spinning lazily above her. Not her room.Not her bed.Panic flared for half a second until she remember she was in Costa Rico now. Where they had escaped Father.Right…Everything rushed back in a slow, fragmented wave—Ella’s sleepy eyes as she was led away by Alma, the heavy heat of the night air, the sting of gin, the bass thumping through her ribcage. Her ridiculous blue dress. Max’s laughter. Landon’s steady hands pulling her off that damned barstool before she could do something really stupid.She groaned again, dragging a pillow over her face.Costa Rica.A villa by the sea.Freedom… or something that looked a lot like it.She let the pillow fall away and sat up gingerly. Her muscles ached in strange places from dancing, her mouth tasted like old lemons, and her hair looked like it had survived a tropical storm

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   253. You are Drunk

    He’d expected to have to coax her onto the dance floor, to drag her away from her tendency to sit back and watch the world from behind a glass.But once the music caught her, Daphne leaned into it. She was wild on the dance floor—abandoning her usual strict economy of movement for something more reckless and free. Her hair slid loose around her face as she spun away and then back toward him, all hips and elbows and laughter.He liked her like this. Unguarded and free, at least for a few songs.After a while, she abandoned him completely, slipping into the spinning, laughing mass of strangers. Landon watched from the edge, a drink in hand.She was showing off, or maybe just refusing to be owned by anyone. Either way, the other bodies orbiting her didn’t bother Landon so much as the way she accepted drink after drink, finishing each in a single flick of the wrist, her skin flush with heat and alcohol.Oh boy…A short guy in a loud shirt tried to grind up behind her; she shrugged him off

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   252. Distraction

    Daphne stood by the window for a long moment after Landon left, the humid air clinging to her skin, heavy and thick like the weight pressing on her chest.She glanced at the doorway where Ella had disappeared down the hall with Alma. Daphne wanted to call out, to pull her back, but something in Ella’s trusting gaze held her still.A soft knock came at the door, and Daphne’s head snapped up.Alma’s voice filtered through, gentle but firm. “Ella sleeps now. I brought clothes for you.”Daphne took the small bundle from Alma. “Thank you,” she says.Alma gave a small nod, her dark eyes lingering on Daphne for a moment before she turned and left quietly.Daphne unfolded the clothes carefully—a simple cotton dress, soft and light, perfect for the humid warmth of the villa. She held it against herself, the fabric cool and smooth.Shower did sound good right now. Daphne set the dress on the bed and moved toward the bathroom.A few minutes later, she was on her way to find the dining room.The

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   251. New Home

    The airplane door was sealed with a hiss behind him.Landon stood there for a second, hand still on the latch, watching Daphne as she helped Ella settle into a seat. No wasted movement, no softness in her expression. But he saw it anyway. In the way she adjusted the seatbelt. The way she placed herself between the girl and the window, shielding her from the view outside. She didn’t even realize she was doing it.He set his gear down and moved toward the cockpit to check in with the pilot but paused when Max gave him a small nod—all clear. They were ready for takeoff.Landon turned back toward the cabin. Daphne was sitting quietly now, her head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed. Not asleep. Just…bracing.Ella sat next to her, legs swinging a little, her small hand still curled into Daphne’s. Like she was afraid letting go would mean disappearing all over again.Landon let out a slow breath and sank into the seat across from them.He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his kn

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   250. Running

    Daphne stirred, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as consciousness crept in slowly, reluctantly.She was warm.Too warm.Her brow furrowed before she realized. Landon’s arm was still wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed snugly against her back, their legs tangled beneath the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world.For one breathless moment, she didn’t move.She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.It should’ve felt wrong. Unsafe. Stupid.Instead, it felt…nice.Her body betrayed her, melting a little deeper into the space they shared.Then Landon shifted, his nose brushing lightly against the back of her neck. He mumbled something incoherent, his arm tightening ever so slightly before loosening again, instinctively holding her even in sleep.Daphne swallowed hard and forced herself to sit up.She moved carefully, trying not to wake him. But the second the mattress dipped, his eyes blinked open—sleepy, unfocused, and frustratingly fond.“You’re up,” he

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