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Chapter 25

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 02:26:42

Aryn

I stood outside the room there in the dark, frozen like a damn statue. He had almost killed me and all he could give was excuses. I could hear his voice again in my head.

"Arya!"

His voice had cracked, raw and broken.

"Arya, please—no—fuck, don't go! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"

He had said it like he meant it. Like it had tore something out of him to say. Like she was his breath, his blood, his damn soul.

And all I could do was stand there and listen. The great Lorenzo DeLuca, the man carved from stone, begging like a wounded animal in his sleep. For Arya. For my sister.... almost as if he loved her.

I scoffed.

Love? Him? That man wouldn't know love if it walked up and kneed him in the balls. He loved nobody, not even himself. No, he was guilty. That much I could believe. Whatever he did to his beloved Arya, it haunted him.

Good.

Let it rot him from the inside out.

I stepped away from his door and made my way toward the kitchen. My mouth was dry as hell, and I needed water. Maybe
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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 26

    LorenzoI’m a fucking idiot.No—scratch that.I’m 'the' fucking idiot.How the hell didn’t I see it? How the hell didn’t I 'know'?Aryn. Arya.Twin fucking sisters.It should’ve slapped me in the face from the moment I met her. Same eyes. Same goddamn mouth. Same nose, same fucking jawline. I chalked it up to coincidence—like a dumbass. Convinced myself I was just haunted. Seeing Arya where she wasn’t. Grief hallucinations. Whatever the fuck.But no. It was her 'sister'.The bitch played me. Lied. Stared me in the face, smiled like she didn’t know who I was—like she hadn’t come straight into my house with a plan.Goddamn it.I dropped into the armchair in my study, fingers digging into my temples. Rage boiled under my skin, but beneath that?Shame.Deep. Ugly. Suffocating.Arya kept secrets from me. She never told me about Aryn. She never told me much of anything, actually. Our whole relationship was half-glimpses and raw sex and the occasional moment where she looked at me like maybe

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 25

    ArynI stood outside the room there in the dark, frozen like a damn statue. He had almost killed me and all he could give was excuses. I could hear his voice again in my head."Arya!"His voice had cracked, raw and broken."Arya, please—no—fuck, don't go! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"He had said it like he meant it. Like it had tore something out of him to say. Like she was his breath, his blood, his damn soul.And all I could do was stand there and listen. The great Lorenzo DeLuca, the man carved from stone, begging like a wounded animal in his sleep. For Arya. For my sister.... almost as if he loved her.I scoffed.Love? Him? That man wouldn't know love if it walked up and kneed him in the balls. He loved nobody, not even himself. No, he was guilty. That much I could believe. Whatever he did to his beloved Arya, it haunted him.Good.Let it rot him from the inside out.I stepped away from his door and made my way toward the kitchen. My mouth was dry as hell, and I needed water. Maybe

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 24

    LorenzoArya laughed, low and breathy, the way she used to—like the world was a joke only the two of us understood. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in close, straddling my lap. Her skin glowed, golden in the flickering candlelight. Her fingers traced my jaw, her smile playful, almost shy."Hey stranger." She said. Is.....is this real?"You missed me, didn’t you?" she whispered.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, mouth parted, body aching with need. I just nodded like a fucking idiot, because I had missed her. Missed her so much it carved holes in my chest every damn day.Her lips grazed my neck, her breath hot, then her teeth—soft, teasing. I groaned, my hands gripping her waist, dragging her down against the hard line of my arousal. She gasped, hips rolling against mine. That sound—God, that sound—I used to live for it.Her fingers slid under my shirt, nails skimming over my ribs. I shuddered, my head falling back as her tongue flicked over my collarbone. I was burning

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 23

    ArynThe next morning, I stood in the kitchen like I knew what the hell I was doing.Spoiler alert: I didn’t.The maids hadn’t made me shit for breakfast, again. I wasn’t surprised. Just annoyed. Maybe it was on purpose. Maybe they forgot. Or maybe they just didn’t think the boss’s awkward little wife deserved a meal. Whatever the reason, my stomach didn’t care. It growled like a demon straight from hell, and I decided if no one was going to feed me—I’d feed my damn self.I wasn’t completely useless. I mean, the food I made for Marco the other day had been decent, right?Okay—confession.I didn’t actually make it.It was already cooked and in the fridge. All I did was heat it, plate it like some low-budget MasterChef contestant, and pray for the best.Marco hadn’t said a word about it. Not a thank you. Not even a “fuck off.” Just silence. I don't even know if my plan had worked. At least thank God Lorenzo's nosy aunts hadn't come back to the house. I only liked Claudia and I wondered

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 22

    Aryn The next morning, I woke up before the sun even considered rising. Lorenzo's bed was empty and my body hurts because of the awkward position I had slept in yesterday.I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the nightstand.There it was. Still.Lorenzo’s black card.I stared at it like it might vanish. Like it was a dream I wasn’t supposed to be having. That thing could probably buy a small island. And he gave it to me.Not one of his surgically-enhanced sugar babies.Not his cold, glassy-eyed assistants in heels taller than their IQs.Me. I suppose I could feel a little honored.The awkward girl the maids mocked when they thought I couldn’t hear. The one who didn’t belong in silk sheets or marble-floored mansions.So, no—I wasn’t gonna use it to buy a fucking smoothie or whatever. I had a goal.Marco.He'd been sulking in that room since the day he got here. Like a storm cloud with a grudge. No greetings. No eye contact. Just grunts, cigarettes, and whisk

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 21

    ArynIt hit me a week after Marco came to live with us. The maids hated me.It was like a slap in the face the next morning when I walked into the kitchen and the same maid who had once dragged me like I was a piece of rag to meeting Lorenzo’s aunties from hell gave me that fake-ass smile again. She bent her knees, lowered her head, and said with a sugary voice, “Good morning, madam.”Madam, my ass.There was something mocking in the way her lips curled, like she knew I couldn’t do shit about the way she and the rest of them treated me. Her words said respect, but her tone? Her eyes? It screamed bitch, you don’t belong here.And that was when it clicked.It wasn’t just her. It was all of them. Every single one of those polished, smiling maids who walked around like they owned the fucking house. They’d pretend to bow, pretend to serve, and then the moment my back was turned, they’d whisper, laugh, and plot.And the worst part?They weren’t scared of me.They weren’t even trying to be s

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