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The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride chapter 154
Aryn The morning sunlight crept through the thin curtains, warm and soft against my face. For a few seconds, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the faint smell of frying eggs hit my nose, followed by a familiar voice humming an old pop song off-key. Lily. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The couch was uncomfortable as hell, but it felt more like home than the luxury mattress I’d slept on for months. My chest still ached, but at least the pain wasn’t sharp anymore, just a dull, constant weight that reminded me I was still breathing. When I padded to the kitchen, the scene almost made me smile. Lily stood barefoot in one of her oversized shirts, hair tied up messily, hips swaying slightly as she hummed and stirred something in the pan. But then I noticed her other hand, resting absently on her stomach. Rubbing it. My smile faded. A frown tugged at my lips. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. “Since when do you cook breakfast?” I asked, leaning on the doorframe. She jumpe
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 153
LorenzoThe message came through at 7:04 a.m.Just seven words.> Lorenzo, I’m leaving. I want a divorce.I stared at the screen, rereading it over and over, waiting for it to change, waiting for the punchline, for her to call me “cara mia” after the cruel joke. But it didn’t come. The words stayed there, cold, simple, final.For a second, I couldn’t even breathe. Then I felt a slow burn starting deep in my chest, spreading like wildfire until my veins were fire and my pulse was a roar.No. No fucking way.Aryn wouldn’t just leave. Not without a reason. Not without facing me.“Where is she?” I snapped, standing so abruptly my chair slammed backward into the marble floor. The men in the room froze. None of them dared to speak.“Boss?” Enzo’s voice was cautious. “We...uh...we lost visual after she left the Micardos’ compound last night.”“What do you mean, lost visual?”His eyes flickered nervously. “She… walked out. Alone. Mr. Micardo’s men didn’t stop her. She got into a cab.”My fist
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 152
ArynThe morning after that hellish night felt unreal. For the first time in days, no guards shadowed my every move. No cold eyes watching from doorways. No locked doors.Just silence.When the maid came to tell me I was “free to leave,” her voice was too calm, too measured, like she was delivering a death sentence wrapped in silk.“Mr. Micardo said you can go now,” she murmured. “He… wishes you well.”Yeah, fucking right.I didn’t wait for anyone to change their mind. I grabbed my bag, whatever little I had, and stormed out of that goddamn house before my brain had time to process what I was doing. The morning air hit me like a slap, sharp, cold, cleansing. My lungs finally expanded, like they hadn’t in forever.The streets looked the same, but I didn’t. I wasn’t the same woman who had walked into Lorenzo’s world months ago, wide-eyed and pretending to be naive. I hailed a cab. The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror, probably wondering if I was running from something. I
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 151
Aryn“What the fuck did you just say?” The words tore out of me before I even realized I’d moved. My hands slammed against the edge of the table, the sound sharp enough to echo through the room. “What the hell do you mean my parents killed Lorenzo’s parents?”Micardo didn’t flinch. He just lifted a napkin, dabbed the corner of his mouth, and gestured to the chair across from him like I hadn’t just snapped.“Sit,” he said quietly, voice smooth like oil. “It’s a long story.”“I’m not sitting until you explain what the fuck you mean.”He gave me a look, the kind that said he’d dealt with loud, defiant people before and it bored him more than anything. “You will sit,” he repeated, tone heavier this time, colder. “Or I’ll have the guards make you.”I hesitated. My pulse pounded in my temples, hot and fast, but the two guards by the door hadn’t moved an inch, and somehow that made it worse. They didn’t need to move. They knew I’d fold.So I sat. Slowly. My spine stiff as iron, my fingers cu
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ArynI woke up to the sound of boots coming towards me. They sounded like guards ,My body still felt like it had been poured full of wet cement. My head throbbed. My arms ached from being bound too long. My throat felt scraped raw.I didn’t bother pretending to sleep — the sound was coming straight for me.The door opened with a slow metallic groan. Two men stepped in. They didn’t say a word. One of them pointed at me. The other grabbed a handful of rope and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing.“Hey!” I rasped, twisting weakly. “Where the hell are you taking me?”No answer. Just a grunt.I kicked once, uselessly. The towel slipped, and I grabbed for it on instinct, clutching it tight to my chest. One of the men looked down at me with this bored, almost annoyed expression, like he was carrying laundry instead of a person.They hauled me through a hallway that was brighter, warmer. The smell changed,no more bleach and blood. This place smelled of polish and citrus, maybe even flower
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LorenzoI was alone in my study, the house finally quiet after a long morning of meetings and men who thought they could bargain better than their brains allowed. I was halfway through a cigar, thinking about nothing and all the things I shouldn't, when my phone buzzed on silent. I let it buzz twice more, savoring the peace, then reached for it with the same slow, deliberate motion I used when handling problems I didn't intend to kill but might. The screen lit up with a message preview: Isabella. What did she want this time. I sighed but the moment I opened the message , I froze.My phone was in my hand, a cigar half-lit in the other, and the world just… stopped. The screen showed Aryn. Her face bruised, her lips cracked, her body tied to a fucking chair. And that smug little caption underneath the video—“Why don’t you come visit?”Isabella.That bitch really had the nerve.My grip tightened around the phone until the screen cracked, and the cigar dropped to the floor. The room went
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