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The Mafia's Bride Chapter 67
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-13The Mafia's Bride Chapter 68
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’
Last Updated : 2025-02-14The Mafia's Bride Chapter 69
Chapter 69Annalisa I guess it’s true what they say—some wounds never heal. We just learn to live with the scars, pretending they don’t hurt.This quietness was the worst part. It stretched so long, suffocating, like I was at the point of being strangled to death. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns with my eyes. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Bree’s lap, comforted by the only person who made me feel safe in this nightmare that had become my new life. But now, Bree was gone.My room was too silent, except for the occasional creak of the wooden floors and the distant sound of birds outside. Grace had checked on me once, asking if I wanted breakfast. I didn't mean to, but I had snapped at her, told her I wasn’t hungry, didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to talk. I hated that she kept trying to be nice when all I wanted was to be left alone. But now, lying in bed with nothing to do, I realized I was wrong. I wished she hadn't left me alone l
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Mafia's Bride Chapter 70
Chapter 70CristianoThey say time heals all wounds, but whoever came up with that obviously never had to watch someone they love waste away right in front of them. If time was supposed to heal, then why did each passing day feel like I was losing her a little more?Annalisa wouldn’t talk to me. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t even look in my direction.It had gotten so bad that Bree and Grace tried luring her out, but she shut them down just as easily as she did me. She was locked away in that room, and no matter how much I wanted to break down the door, I knew I couldn’t force her.So, I tried patience. I even brought the therapist to her yesterday, hoping and even praying that she would just give it a chance. But she didn’t say a word. Not a single damn sound to the therapist throughout the session. And now, standing outside her door again, I was here knocking for what felt like the hundredth time even though I knew what the answer would be.But the knowledge didn't stop me, so I kn
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Mafia's Bride Chapter 71
Chapter 71AnnalisaI used to believe love could fix anything. Like, if you loved someone hard enough, deep enough, then the bad things—like the pain, the fear, the doubt wouldn’t matter anymore. That they would just…disappear. Like magic.But love doesn’t fix everything. At least for me.Love didn’t stop me from waking up every night in a cold sweat, my body locked in those stupid, suffocating memories that felt like a nightmare I couldn’t erase. It didn’t stop me from feeling like I was suffocating in my own skin every time I thought about the man I married.Love didn’t stop me from being scared of Cristiano. And God, I hated myself so much for that.So yeah, maybe that was why I finally did it. Why I finally told him what had been itching in my throat for the past few days. Because pretending wasn’t working anymore. I had come to realize that I didn't love Cristiano Morano. No, that was not a rash decision. Every minute I had spent alone in my room, I had questioned myself whether
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 72
Chapter 72CristianoOne thing I learnt in this Mafia world was that, there was this moment right before a bullet pierces flesh—just a fraction of a second—where everything slows down. Silence takes over the air. Your heart beats rapidly, like it knows what was coming but couldn't do anything about it.That was exactly what this moment felt like when it became clear to me that she didn’t love me.I let out a small laugh, one of those empty ones that came out when I didn’t know whether to scream or just collapse.Of course, she didn’t love me. And of course, I should have seen this coming. But damn, I didn’t think it would hurt this much.I looked at Annalisa, standing there with guilt painted all over her face, and for the first time, I truly saw her. Not the girl I fought for, not the girl I swore within me to protect. Just… a girl who was scared.Scared of me.Something about that realization twisted the knife in my chest deeper. After everything, after all the times I stood between
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 72
Chapter 73AnnalisaThere was just something about waking up that hurt more than the actual heartbreak. Because for a few seconds, right before my brain fully registers reality, there was peace. A blissful nothingness. And then it hit me like a punch to the stomach. Like a slap to the face. Like a bullet straight through the heart.It had been a month since I left Cristiano’s house, and everything felt different. The air smelled different. The bed felt different. My heart beat differently—slower, heavier, like it was carrying a weight I didn’t know how to put down.On the surface, things were fine. I patched things up with Bianca, and we lived with Mom in the apartment I bought for her. She was doing well. Bianca apologized, and though we weren’t as close as before, I was grateful to have her back. My family became my lifeline, helping me recover from the traumatic experience, and keeping me afloat when I felt like I was drowning.But nothing—none of it—fixed what was inside me. The g
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 73
Chapter 74CristianoOne Month AgoAfter she left, I told myself I wouldn’t check on her. That I would let her go and do as she pleased.But that that lasted exactly a week until I couldn't take it anymore. I had my men tail her every step, watch her closely for me, then report back to me. Every night, I waited for a call from her, telling me she was breaking. That she was a mess without me. That she had no one else to turn to. But it never came.Instead, the reports bounced back at me, one by one.She was fine.No—Annalisa was more than fine.She got a new place with her family. A quiet neighborhood. Flowers on the fucking balcony like she had been waiting for peace her whole life.She went to work. She went out. She smiled.She didn’t call. Not once. Not even a single goddamn text. I kept expecting her to come back and beg, but a week passed. Then two. Then four.And she never did. She never called.I should have been happy. That was what I wanted, right? Then why the fuck did it f
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Chapter 91Annalisa“You’re wearing this. No arguments, Annalisa.”Bree plopped a sleek black box onto my bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.I blinked at her. “Uh… what?”She crossed her arms. “Don’t act dumb. Open it.”With a sigh, I lifted the lid and—wow. Inside was a stunning red dress, the fabric smooth and luxurious beneath my fingers. A pair of matching heels sat beside it, looking way too expensive for a casual night out.I frowned. “Bree… What the hell is this?”She grinned. “Just a little something for our girls’ night. Duh.”A girls’ night? Yeah, right. The last time Bree pulled something like this, I ended up at a five-star bar and she ended up getting drunk first. I wasn’t about to get dragged into another setup.I folded my arms. “That’s definitely not happening.”“Oh, come on,” she groaned, flopping onto my bed dramatically. “Don’t be boring, Annalisa. You need this. We both do.”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying to me Briana, I can easily tell. What’s really going
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Chapter 90CristianoThey say love is like a fire—when it’s real, it burns deep, consuming everything in its path. And damn it, I was burning for her.Annalisa wasn’t just another chapter in my life; she was the whole damn book. Every page, every word, every unfinished sentence—I wanted it all to be about her. That was why I had to get this right.I could afford to make any mistakes, nor could I second-guess the whole plan.The wedding planner sat across from me, flipping through a sleek leather notebook. She was in her late thirties, professional, and looked like the kind of woman who had planned a hundred fairytale proposals. Which was great, because I needed this to be perfect.“So, Mr. Morano,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “You mentioned wanting something intimate but still grand in its own way?”I nodded. “Yeah. Something that feels… personal. Like, if she walks in, she’ll know instantly that it’s for her. No generic bullshit.”She smiled. “That’s a good start. Does she have
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 89
Chapter 89Annalisa“You’re acting weird.”Cristiano, who had been scrolling through his phone, barely glanced up even after I brought it up. “What?”I narrowed my eyes. “I said—you’re acting weird.”Still, I got no proper reaction. He just hummed, still looking at his phone like I hadn’t just called him out.Okay. Now that was very suspicious.I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the dining table, and studied him carefully. “You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. No, actually, since the day before. And I don’t like it.”Finally, he sighed, locking his phone and setting it down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Liar. He did know what I was talking about.This was Cristiano we were talking about. The same man who was emotionally constipated 90% of the time and would rather fight a bear than sit down and have a feelings talk. And yet, for the past two days, he had been soft. More attentive. More there. It wasn’t bad. In fact, I would normally love it. But something about i
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Chapter 88CristianoEvery day, Annalisa and I found a way to make it memorable. Tonight was no different.“Okay, be honest—what’s the worst food you’ve ever eaten?”Annalisa’s nose scrunched up as she twirled her pasta with her fork. “Easy. That weird octopus thing you made me try that one time. I'm speaking of two days ago! It tasted like shitty rubber and regret.”I smirked, leaning back in my seat. “Excuse me, but that was a high-class delicacy.”“That was highway robbery,” she shot back, taking a dramatic sip of her drink. “And you made me pay for it.”“Details.” I waved a hand dismissively, fighting back a chuckle.She shook her head at me, her eyes shining under the dim lights of the restaurant. We were sitting in a cozy booth by the window, just the two of us, stealing another night away from the chaos of everything. Each new day that came by, we tried something new. Today, it was this quiet little Italian place Annalisa had been raving about, and honestly, it was a solid choi
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 87
Chapter 87AnnalisaWeeks later…“Wifey, are you sure you got this?”Cristiano’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door, laced with something between concern and a little bit of amusement.I gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection. “I’m good, Cristiano.”“You don’t need help?”A small smile tugged at my lips, but it quickly faded as I looked down at my stomach, where the bandages wrapped around me like a security blanket. “I got it, Cris.”There was silence from his side for a while. Then he spoke again, “Okay. I’m right here if you need me.”I inhaled deeply, forcing air into my lungs like it would somehow steady my nerves. I wasn’t sure why I was this nervous. It was just a scar. Or at least, it used to be.My fingers trembled as I reached for the gauze, feeling the rough texture beneath my touch. The bathroom light felt too bright, too harsh, casting sharp shadows against my skin. I swallowed hard and began peeling the bandages away.The first thing I noticed wa
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Chapter 84AnnalisaThree months later…I hugged Bree goodbye, her myrrh scented perfume filling up my nose, and her cheerful laughter ringing in my ears. The wrap party had been all about soft smiles, congratulations and clinking glasses of champagne, with my colleagues insisting I celebrate the end of my latest project with them. But my mind had long drifted home to my husband—my Cristiano.“Come on, at least one drink,” Bree had pouted, her eyes glassy from too much prosecco.“Another time,” I promised, and then slipped away before the warmth of their joy melted the fragile wall of decision I had built around myself.I wanted to see Cristiano. More than that, he was the only one I genuinely wanted to celebrate this small victory with. Cristiano had recovered now, at least on the outside. His strength had returned, his steps were now steadier, but his memories were still yet to return.When Buddy pulled the car around, I sank into the back leather seat, Buddy's familiar gaze meeting
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