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ArynThe moment Lorenzo’s words fell from his mouth, it was as if the ground fell away beneath me. Pregnant? He had lost his goddamn mind. One would think that if anyone should know about my own body, it would be me. My lips parted, but nothing came out—just the raw taste of disbelief on my tongue.I must have looked like a fool, frozen in the saddle, while the crowd erupted in gasps and murmurs, half of them eager for gossip, the other half savoring the scandal.Before I could find my voice, Lorenzo was moving. He crossed the space between us with long, commanding strides, his hand closing firmly around mine before I could jerk it away. Without a word, he dragged me down from my horse and away from the choking noise of the crowd. My boots barely kept up with his pace as he pulled me into the house, down the hall, and straight into our room.The door slammed shut behind us.I folded my arms over my chest, trying to keep my composure when my insides were screaming. “Explain,” I said, m
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 141
ArynI pulled hard on the reins, my chestnut horse slowing down until it came to a clumsy stop. Its nostrils flared, hot breaths shooting out in clouds of white mist in the cool air. My hands shook on the leather, and I could still hear Isabella’s laughter echoing in my head. That laugh wasn’t human—it was sharp, mocking, like she was already celebrating my death.I swung my leg over and slid down, boots crunching softly on dried leaves. My knees felt weak, my stomach tight with rage and fear. I needed to think, needed to figure out how the hell to survive this game she had turned into a hunt.The bushes nearby were thick enough. Without another thought, I tugged my horse to the side and pressed its reins into the low branches, letting it blend as much as it could. Then I crouched low and shoved myself into the bush, ignoring the scratch of branches against my arms and face.My breath came out too loud. I pressed my hand over my mouth and forced myself to breathe slower. Sweat ran dow
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride chapter 140
ArynThe leather reins felt rough in my hands, the horse’s chestnut mane flicking against my cheek as it shifted restlessly under me. For a moment, I forgot the crowd. Their whispers, their snickers, Giselle’s poison-coated words—they all blurred into the background as a memory slid through me like a shadow creeping in.I was little again. Maybe six. My legs barely reached halfway down the horse’s side. My mother stood beside me, her hand warm on my knee.“Don’t fight the horse, Aryn,” she’d said, her voice soft, full of patience. “Talk to it. Horses feel everything. Show it that you and it are one. If it agrees, it will carry you. If not…” She’d smiled gently. “Then you show it who’s boss, and it will respect you.”At the time, I had been trembling, terrified the horse would throw me off. But I’d trusted her words. She always believed I could do things others thought I couldn’t.That memory wrapped around me now like a shield.I leaned forward, whispering against the horse’s ear. “He
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 139
Aryn“Who the hell made the rules?” I blurted before Isabella could prance another word out of her perfectly painted mouth.The crowd shifted, whispers spreading like wildfire, as though I’d just spat on some holy ground. Isabella’s eyes gleamed, sharp as knives.She tilted her head at me, lips curling into a mocking smirk. “What’s the matter, Aryn? Scared?”My blood heated instantly. “Scared? Of you? Please. I’ve seen scarier things at the bottom of my fucking closet.”That earned a few gasps, some muffled laughs. Isabella’s smile tightened, but before she could clap back, someone else stepped forward.It was her. Giselle. The one woman who never wasted a single opportunity to remind me how much she hated that I existed.“Well,” Giselle said, her voice as smooth and poisonous as oil, “since you seem so confused, let me explain. The duel will not be the kind you imagine, Aryn. We don’t simply stand here and shoot at one another like common criminals.”She took her time, walking slowly
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 138
Aryn“Lorenzo?” I whispered again, stepping closer.Still nothing.Only more of those broken sounds, guttural moans like he was caught in some nightmare that had its claws sunk deep in him. My chest tightened without my permission. I hated the way that sound cut through me, hated the way it made me forget—just for a moment—that I was supposed to be angry with him.“Aryn…” His lips moved, his voice strained, but clear enough to freeze me where I stood.He said it again, louder this time, like a plea. “Aryn…”Fuck.My throat burned. My first instinct was to shake him awake, but instead, before I could talk myself out of it, I crouched down beside him. My hands hovered over him, then gave in. I touched his face lightly, brushed the damp hair back from his forehead.“I’m here,” I whispered, my voice trembling even though I tried to sound steady. “I’m here, Lorenzo. I’m not going anywhere.”Something in him stilled at my words. His breathing slowed for a second, but then his arm shot out
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 137
ArynThe moment the words left my mouth, the whole table seemed to stop breathing.Isabella’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, slicing through the silence. “Tomorrow morning then,” she said smoothly, like she was setting a brunch date instead of a fucking duel. “At sunrise.”“Fine,” I said without hesitation. My voice was steady, sharp. “Tomorrow morning.”I pushed back my chair, the scrape of wood on tile loud enough to echo. My chest ached from the sudden movement, but I didn’t care. I refused to sit at that table another damn second with her smug face staring at me.I stood and walked out, my chin high, my fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms.Of course, footsteps followed me. I didn't have to turn to know it was Lorenzo.“Aryn,” he called after me. “Wait.”I spun on my heel halfway down the hall, my eyes blazing. “What?”He stopped short, his hand lifting like he wanted to grab me but thought better of it. “I won’t allow this.”A harsh laugh esc
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