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Chapter 49AnnalisaIt started with a shot. Not a vaccine—I wish. A vodka shot, courtesy of Bree, who shoved the glass into my hand with the energy of a woman who thought alcohol could solve all the world’s problems."Down it!" she cheered, her perfectly manicured nails waving me on like a race starter. The crowd around us cheered their approval, some holding their phones up to record what I was sure would end up on Instagram by morning.I hesitated, staring at the clear liquid like it might come alive and bite me. “I don’t know if I’m drunk enough to get drunk yet.”Bree rolled her eyes, her grin widening. “That’s the point, dummy. Now drink!”So, I did. It burned going down—so hot and sharp, like swallowing a tiny sun. My throat felt like they were on fire, but before I could even finish wincing, Bree was thrusting another glass into my hand."To Annalisa," she declared, raising her own glass high. "The star, the legend, the only person I know who can look this hot after dodging Gio
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Chapter 50AnnalisaIf bad decisions had a scent, it would be whatever cologne Aunt Catherine was wearing when she opened her apartment door. I perceived a mixture of vanilla, desperation, and "I’m a single mother trying my best," and it hit me like a punch to the face as I stood there in my oversized hoodie, clutching a Starbucks coffee cup like it was the only thing holding me together.“You came,” she said, looking more shocked than pleased.“Yeah, don’t get too excited,” I replied, stepping inside before she could invite me. I wasn’t here for her warm hugs or her recycled wisdom. I was here for my mom.The apartment smelled like lemon-scented floor cleaner and freshly baked bread, and I hated how cozy it felt. Cozy meant safe. Cozy meant “you can trust me,” and Catherine had never been that for me. Not when I was a kid, and certainly not now.My mom sat on the couch, wearing one of her old knitted sweaters and looking so small I almost didn’t recognize her. She glanced up, her eye
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Chapter 51AnnalisaSeriously, what in the world was my mom thinking? “Forgive your sister,” she said, not in those exact words but her eyes did. Ha! Over my dead, unrecognizable, burnt-to-ashes body. Forgive Bianca? The same sister who drugged me and practically pushed me into the bed of a random stranger like I was part of some weird human auction service? Yeah, sure, let me just grab my Nobel Peace Prize while I was at it.I sat there fuming in the back seat of my blacked-out SUV, the vents blasting AC on my face, but somehow, I was still burning up. How could my mom even think I would forgive Bianca? My blood sister—the one person who was supposed to protect me, have my back, be my only friend, and, I don’t know, not ruin my life—literally set me up like I meant nothing to her. And for what? So she could run back to Giovanni, the guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough to remember her name?God, the audacity of that woman. If betrayal had a face, it would be Bianca’s smu
Last Updated : 2025-01-20The Mafia's Bride Chapter 52
Chapter 52AnnalisaThe funniest thing about forbidden places was that they scream at you to explore them. And tonight? That scream was practically deafening. Stepping out of the elevator and onto Cristiano's forbidden floor, I felt like I was breaking into Area 51, except instead of aliens, I was probably about to uncover some deep, dark mafia secrets.The lights overhead shining from the ceiling were dim, casting the massive space in this moody black-and-white vibe that was so… Cristiano. Everything was perfect, simple, and cool, like a luxury penthouse straight out of a Pinterest board titled “Rich Villain Aesthetic.” There was no clutter, no personality really—just sharp lines, sleek surfaces, and black and white of everything.At the far end of the room, a small gym area sat tucked in the corner. There was a punching bag swinging slightly like it had recently been used, a treadmill that looked more like art than workout equipment, and a rack of weights neatly arranged by size. Ne
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Chapter 53AnnalisaYou know that thing your brain does when it reminds you that you were a trash person for forgetting something important? Yeah, that was where I was at. I swore I wanted to be worried about Cristiano’s health. Like, I even mentally bookmarked the idea of texting or calling Ricardo—Cristiano’s right hand man and tech guy with a gun—but, you know, life happened. Or rather, Giovanni happened. And when Giovanni happened, he happened hard.Take today, for example. I was on set, trying to nail a scene where I was supposed to look effortlessly glamorous while fake-sipping coffee in a ridiculously overpriced designer dress, and suddenly—boom—there he was. Giovanni, with his stupidly perfect hair, his stupidly cocky smirk, and his stupidly loud cheer team.Yup, you heard that right. An effing cheer team!They burst into the studio like they were storming the gates of hell, holding this obnoxious banner that read: GO ANNALISA! THE STAR OF MY HEART! I could feel my soul leave
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Mafia's Bride Chapter 54
Chapter 54AnnalisaIf there was one thing about the internet, it was that it never forgets. Like, ‘never ever’ forgets. You could sneeze in public, and ten minutes later, there would be a skit remix of it going viral with the caption, “Bless you, queen.” So yeah, my little “I’m married” moment on the livestream? That had the world laughing their asses out.There were memes, reaction videos, articles, and even some random guy claiming to be my husband for clout. Let him just fear the return of Cristiano from wherever he zoned off to. And my DMs? They were a complete circus. People alternated between congratulating me and asking where Cristiano had been lately. The cherry on top was a tweet that said, “Giovanni got married in the group project and didn’t even get picked as a partner.” Hilarious. Truly.And now, my flu-ridden self was dragging through another day on set, my nose redder than a stop sign, on the verge of losing the very last iota of my patience. Every time I sneezed, my m
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Chapter 55CristianoThere was something funny about lying in an MRI machine, listening to its robotic hums and clicks, while you were trying not to panic about what some genius doctor was going to say about your brain. Like, do they practice that ominous sigh that comes before revealing a sad truth about your condition in med school? You know, that sigh—the kind that makes you think, Great, just tell me how screwed I am already.But none of that mattered right now. All I could think about was her smile. That ridiculous, sunshine-on-a-rainy-day smile. Lisa. My Lisa.Her smile burned into my brain like a melting candle on the palm of my hand. It hurts at first, but then it becomes oddly comforting. Ha, what a joke. She probably wasn't even thinking about me right now.God, I hated this.*****FlashbackThat day was supposed to be a regular Thursday. You know, school, boring classes and trying not to punch anyone in the face. But then, my life hit a plot twist I never saw coming.The da
Last Updated : 2025-01-22The Mafia's Bride Chapter 56
Chapter 56AnnalisaYou know that saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? Well, in my case, life didn’t just hand me lemons—it chucked them at my head, one by one, while laughing maniacally in the background.I should have seen this coming, honestly. When your husband’s job description included words like “underworld” and “hitman” and you were married before your 27th birthday, it was not like you were signing up for a rom-com. But no one told you how to handle it when a psychopath with too much gel in his hair decides you were his consolation prize.Giovanni. Freaking Giovanni.He was sitting across from me on a mahogany desk, his Rolex watch glinting under the overhead light, smirking like he owned the place. Oh, wait. He practically did.From the look of the empty shelves and dusty floors, I knew this must be one of the abandoned warehouses Giovanni had. They had blindfolded me on the way, so I had no idea where exactly we were.“Annalisa,” Giovanni started, his voice
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Chapter 68 Cristiano Some sights are so heartbreaking, so devastating, that they knock the breath from the lungs—like an invisible hand reaching into the chest and squeezing tight.That was what it felt like when I saw Annalisa after the shootout.She was sitting at a corner, completely trembling in nothing but her nakedness, her flawless skin bruised with whip marks, and her face pale as death. But it was her eyes that did it. Those broken, empty eyes that looked at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn’t even recognize me anymore.I wanted to touch her. To pull her into my arms, hold her so tight that she would never slip away from me again. But when I reached out, she flinched.She fucking flinched at me.And that was all it took. All the rage, all the fire in my chest, all the ‘kill Giovanni with my bare hands’ energy I had been running on—it just died at that moment.I had lost her.Maybe not physically, but mentally? Emotionally? She was gone.And it was my fault.If I hadn’
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Chapter 67AnnalisaYou know that feeling… that feeling of wanting to crawl out of your own skin? That feeling that makes you want to genuinely peel it off and start over because no amount of scrubbing, no amount of soap, no amount of water will ever make you clean again?That was exactly how I felt.I was sitting on the edge of my queen size bed, wrapped in some ridiculous fluffy robe I've never worn before, while the female doctor kept insisting I had to get treated first. Stitches, antibiotics, something about blood loss. I wasn’t really listening.“I need to take a bath,” I said, my voice coming out barely more than a whisper despite all her professional advice.The doctor frowned. “Madam, you need medical attention—”“I NEED TO TAKE A BATH!” I snapped, gripping the arms of the chair so hard my nails dug into the expensive upholstery. My chest was heaving. My throat burned.The room fell into silence. Bree shot the doctor a look, something pleading, something desperate like a “giv
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Chapter 66AnnalisaHave you ever felt so scared to the extent where your body forgets how to breathe? Like your lungs are working, but the air just… doesn’t feel real? Your heart is racing, but instead of fight or flight, you’re just stuck—trapped in this endless loop of fear that refuses to let go?Yep, I just described how I felt. My arms wrapped around my knees, my body curled into itself, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t make myself small enough. I couldn’t disappear no matter how much I wanted to.The air in the warehouse was thick—gunpowder, blood, something metallic and bitter. Every sound was too loud. The distant sirens, the murmur of voices, the way my own pulse pounded against my skull. My eyes refused to focus, everything blurring together like a twisted nightmare.And Cristiano—I had watched him kill.Not just kill. ‘Slaughter.’His movements had been sharp, precise. No hesitation. No mercy. He had torn through Giovanni’s men like they were nothing, like their lives he
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The Mafia's Bride Chapter 64
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