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Author: Western.R
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-18 14:14:00

Alecia hadn't seen sunlight in three days.

The curtains were drawn, casting a dull, muted gray over the apartment. Plates stacked near the sink were starting to smell faintly sour. Her room was a cluttered sprawl of open notebooks, loose receipts, and coffee mugs with dried rims. She didn't know when she'd last eaten a full meal. Her mouth tasted like so sour and bitter, and her eyes burned constantly, but every time she got into bed, her mind ran circles around itself until she crawled back ou
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  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   185

    Alecia stirred slightly the next morning, her cheek pressed to the carpet, limbs heavy and unresponsive for a few seconds too long. Her body felt like it had been left behind after something violent—and it had. She blinked slowly, her lashes stuck together with dried mascara, her throat dry, and her ears still buzzing from the day before. She just wanted to cut it off, and she might, if her hands weren't cold and hurting so bad.The broken lamp sat a few feet away from her, it was as if someone kicked the shards away. The phone she'd hurled after hitting a million times, had really cracked open on impact, but she didn't care to check if it still worked. The room was a wreck—but what stood out most was the neatly folded blanket draped over her. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, and it made her chest twist in a way she didn’t like. She pulled it off slowly and sat up with effort, her joints groaning in protest. Her hands stung as she moved—and when she looked down, there were thi

  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   184

    The sun was setting behind the mansion, casting long shadows across the marbled floor of the main hall. Alecia was in no mood for light or warmth. The silence that filled the house was the only comfort she had these days, and even that was wearing thin. So when the doorbell rang insistently, she didn’t bother to move at first, hoping one if there servants would get it, when no one did she walked out of her room and just stared at the staircase, trying to convince herself it wasn’t worth answering.But the knocking came again—louder this time, and more impatient. With a sigh, she dragged herself to the door, yanked it open, and blinked at the person standing outside.Marco looked like he was about to explode in anger. He didn’t even wait to be invited in. He walked past her like he owned the place, his shoes echoing loudly against the floor. She watched him move through the foyer as if he belonged there, like he wasn’t the very reason she hadn’t been sleeping properly for weeks.“Heat

  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   183

    Maybe it was the distance or their relationship, whatever the fuck it was that made her brothers think this was a good time to visit was beyond her.How the fuck did they even know her place?Was it Valentina again?She'd take another delivery of orchids and fruits over this. Anytime, anyday."Well, looks like the right house!" the taller one grinned."Jeez! are you gonna stand there all day or are we allowed in?" the other one chimed in, already nudging past her into the house like he owned the place.“What the hell are you two doing here?” Camila asked, blinking like they were a mirage that had walked off a desert road.Rafael, the older one by three minutes, or two years threw himself on the couch without asking. “Nice welcome. We fly across the country and get attitude. What's for lunch? I'm hungry”“You didn’t even tell me you were coming! Forget that— how the fuck did you find this place?” she snapped, shutting the door behind them as Nico, the younger one with a mouth that neve

  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   182

    Valentina stood in front of the mirror, dragging a brush through her damp hair in slow, steady strokes. Her robe clung softly to her shoulders, sleeves slipping down one arm as condensation fogged the glass from her earlier shower. The coughed, the sound echoing slightly in the silence.She looked around, and chuckled when her eyes settled on the frame of her in a shimmering silver dress from one of the shoot. Lucas had insisted he made a frame for it, and he hung it just above his bed, or their bed now? He wouldn't let her go back to her room.She shook her head in amusement and sighed. Tomorrow, she’d go back to work.She didn’t feel ready, not exactly. But she also couldn’t stay buried in this house any longer, waiting for everyone to shut up or something new and interesting to pop up. The world had been feasting on her silence like it was some kind of game, they were speculating, spinning rumors, throwing words like ice queen and fallen wife around with the kind of carelessness th

  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   181

    CHAPTER 181 – People Who Shouldn’t Be ThereAlecia quickly packed up, not caring if she did so properly. She just yanked a duffel bag from the closet, stuffed it with enough clothes to get her through a week, maybe two, and left before Marco could say one more thing to make her feel like she was insane for expecting basic respect from the people around her.It seems they all saw her as easy, nothing.She drove into the De Luca mansion and the sound freightened the working staff.Why was she back again? They all wondered.Alecia sighed, looking at the building. She’d always hated how quiet it got at night. The place echoed when she walked, like even the walls were bored. But for now, it was the only place she could go that didn’t feel like she was choking. Her father wasn’t around, thankfully. And she wasn’t stupid—she knew where he probably was. Bianca had returned to town, and if history had taught her anything, it was that men like her father didn’t age with dignity. They aged with

  • The Mafia's Substitute Bride   180

    The sky had already turned a dull, swollen gray by the time Valentina stirred awake. It m sat heavily above the earth, pressing down like an unrelenting bad omen. She sat up slowly, blinking past the haze of sleep, and heard the faint sound of rain tapping against the window.Lucas had already gotten up. His side of the bed was cool and empty, the sheets pulled tight. The curtains hadn’t been drawn back, but the light in the room was already a tired blue and it made her want to go back to sleep. She didn’t speak as she got up and padded toward the bathroom, rubbing the back of her neck. There really wasn’t much to say. It was a funeral day.By the time she was dressed, Lucas was seated by the window, phone in hand, dressed in black. With an umbrella leaned against the wall next to him.“It’s raining,” she yawned, reaching for her coat.He looked over, and gestured for her to come over. “Bring the black one. Yours is too thin.”She picked the heavier coat from the hanger and buttoned i

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