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Chapter 61

Penulis: Jedidiah
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ROSA’S POV

The moment I stepped out of Pietro’s office, the air felt wrong. Too thin. Like grief had vacuumed all the oxygen from the world and it hurt. My legs carried me without thought. Down streets I didn’t see. Through traffic I didn’t hear. Until I stood outside my apartment, fumbling with the keys like a drunk even though I hadn’t touched a drop…yet.

I opened the door and stepped in then I collapsed. Not onto the couch. Not the bed. Just the floor. My knees hit the floor first, then my hands, and then finally, my cheek pressed against the cold tile like I needed to feel something that wouldn’t lie to me.

And I wept.

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    VICENZO’S POVThe morning after it all felt like poison in my veins. I couldn’t scrub it off, no matter how hard I tried. I stood under the shower until the water turned cold, my hands braced on the tile wall, my jaw clenched so tight I thought I might crack my teeth. My skin burned from the heat, but inside, I was frozen. Numb. Hollow.Bianca.What she did… what I let happen.My chest tightened. I hadn’t even known what was happening until it was too late. My body had betrayed me. And now my mind was tearing itself apart. I slammed my palm against the wall.It all kept hitting me like bricks. Everything was playing like a loop in my brain, the night with Bianca. The fight with my father. The sound of Rosa’s voice cracking when she said you left me like I was nothing. It all blended into one heavy, choking mess in my head.And then there was Sofia.Sofia.Her tiny arms around my neck. Her soft voice calling me E

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 62

    VICENZO’S POVThe door slammed behind me, but the echo followed me into the night. She didn’t chase after me. Not that I expected her to.The streetlights bled into one another as I walked to my car like a man underwater. My chest ached, not from anger anymore but from the dull, spreading emptiness of heartbreak. I could still smell her. Still feel the heat of her skin in the room. Still hear her voice cracking under the weight of everything we never said in time.You abandoned me.You lied.No winners. Just wreckage. I got into the car, but I didn’t start it for a long while. Just sat there, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing tethering me to the present. My mind betrayed me.Her laughter in my ears.Her hand on my chest, tracing the scar just above my heart like she could read it. Our last day together, the way we had made love to each other. How I had defended her in front of my father. Sofia’s tiny

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 61

    ROSA’S POVThe moment I stepped out of Pietro’s office, the air felt wrong. Too thin. Like grief had vacuumed all the oxygen from the world and it hurt. My legs carried me without thought. Down streets I didn’t see. Through traffic I didn’t hear. Until I stood outside my apartment, fumbling with the keys like a drunk even though I hadn’t touched a drop…yet.I opened the door and stepped in then I collapsed. Not onto the couch. Not the bed. Just the floor. My knees hit the floor first, then my hands, and then finally, my cheek pressed against the cold tile like I needed to feel something that wouldn’t lie to me.And I wept.

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 60

    VICENZO’S POVIt couldn’t be. Mateo had to be mistaken. Someone was mistaken. Either Mateo or Bianca. Something wasn’t adding up. Rosa couldn’t be a Pacino. She couldn’t. The beeping of the heart monitor was gone. Instead, there was only silence and the sound of my own breath, uneven, sharp, like my lungs couldn’t find rhythm. I watched Mateo from across me, slouched in bed. His color was still off, the pallor clinging to his face like smoke after fire, but there was a glint in his eyes. A glint I’d seen before. A glint that had blood on it. He was reliving that day: the day we finally took revenge. When I got justice for my mother and brothers.

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    ROSA’S POVNo sooner had Enzo left did Bianca follow suit after blowing me a mock kiss. The door had barely closed behind Enzo, but I was still standing there like it had slammed through my chest. He knew. I didn’t need him to say the words. The way he looked at me—that blend of disbelief, fury, and something else I couldn’t place—it said enough. It shattered something inside me. All this time, I had pretended. Pretended I didn’t know how to navigate this world. Pretended I had been yanked into it against my will. But I had been born into it, cradled in the blood-stained legacy of the Pacino name.I knew this world. I had grown up speaking in code, watch

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 58

    VICENZO’S POVThe door swung open with a sharp click, cutting the air between me and Rosa like a knife. I turned instinctively, my heart hammering hard against my ribs.Bianca Ricci. For a second, I couldn’t even move. Couldn’t think. She stood there in the doorway, framed by the dim hallway light like a vision from a nightmare, her black dress clinging to her curves, her painted mouth smiling a smile I didn’t trust.My fists clenched at my sides. What the hell was she doing here?

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    ROSA’S POV“You seem to know an awful lot about this life, Rosalinda Amato,” Vicenzo said, his voice low, dangerous. There was a question in his statement. One that wasn’t fully realized and the possibility of it scared me. I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms. No. He wasn’t going to tear me open like this. Not after everything. I wasn’t about to get caught on a simple lie.“I know because I was friends with Bianca Ricci,” I snapped, lifting my chin. “You think you’re the only one who’s had blood in their life? I grew up hearing the stories. I grew up seeing th

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 56

    VICENZO’S POVThe paper shook between my fingers. I stared at it, unable to believe it at first. DNA Analysis — Positive Paternity Match: 99.99%My brain struggled to catch up to my heart, to the way it suddenly felt like my ribs were too small to hold it. My girl. My daughter. Bianca had tampered with the first result, tried to steal this truth from me, tried to tear it out of my life like it wouldn’t leave a bleeding hole behind.I staggered back a step, the noise of the warehouse slamming into silence. Al’s voice, Sandro’s, even the distant clatter of crates… all of it fa

  • The Mafia’s Runaway Bride   Chapter 55

    ROSA’S POVThe blood drained from my face, leaving me cold, hollowed out like a gutted fish. No. No, no, no. It couldn’t be. I had done what my father wanted from me. What he asked of me. I had run away. I hadn't shown up at the church; I’d left Vicenzo at the altar so it just couldn’t be. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear what Pietro was about to say… what he wasn’t saying but I could already feel building between us like a storm. Because I knew. God help me, I knew.Vicenzo’s family. The massacre no one talked about, the dark stain no one ever washed clean. When I first returned to the city, Liana had told me. It was the reason Don Alessio walked with a limp. They had all been massacred with a machete. Even then, I had thought about it. The Pacino murdered with a machete and nothing else. And now, hearing Pietro’s voice, hearing the terrible weight in it, the guilt, the regret, it all slotted into place in my mind like jagged pieces of glass.I didn’t want to think a

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