Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Mistaken Bride: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Jasmine's POV Like a boiling rage, I can feel his anger. Probably from the way he is holding my hand so tightly as he continues to drag me out of the store.I am supposed to be the angry one. I don't know if he is just angry because of that man or if he is angry with me for even giving him an audience.That man just wanted to help. I can't help but feel sorry for him. I feel responsible for putting him in such a situation.When we get out of the store, he let go of my hand. Then there was another car beside the car which drove us here.Without sparing me a glance, I watch him throw orders around just the way he always does, in that authoritative regal voice.When he eventually turns to me, his eyes expressionless, he mutters. "Get into the car."With that, he stretches the credit card at me, making me look down at it before shifting my gaze back to his face, wondering where the hell he is going. Obviously, I am going home alone.Not wanting to get yelled at, I quickly take the card a

Andre's POV That look of hunger that has been in his eyes since we made out is still present as his car comes to a screeching halt right in front of me and Brent.His eyes linger on me for a while before shifting to Brent who is now with the bouquet. I watch his jaws clench as he grips the wheels of the car harder.Wanting to annoy the shit out of him, I turn to Brent with a smile.His car is blocking the way but before I can tell Brent to let us go, Alex comes out of the car, slamming the door of the car shut.Curiosity fills Brent's face, then he turns to me. "Do you know him?""Yes, she is my woman so fuck off!" Alex barks at him, almost throwing him a punch because of his balled fist.I step forward, standing between the two men. Before I can say anything, he grabs my hand roughly sending ripples of shiver down my spine. "Get into the car."I hate it. I hate being told what to do. It makes me want to slap him across his face.He might be goddamn good-looking and hot but this is w

Xavier's POV With a smoke, I watch the strippers as they dance around the pole with their eyes fixated on me.But she isn't here.She isn't among the strippers like I thought she would. I came here because of Andre but now that she isn't here, it feels like all of this isn't even real. It feels like Andre and Jasmine are one and my doubts about this whole thing is dumb.Mathew saw her. More reason why I need to know that this is real but I feel stupid, not finding her, wasting my time searching all around for her while she continues to run.The fact that I haven't been able to catch up with her is what angers me the most because I know how happy that would make her.I detest her.Catching my gaze, one of the strippers began to make her way towards me with a smile tugged on her face.Maybe she isn't here. Maybe the news about her being in Italy is just to take me off the trail.Suddenly, I feel a touch. Then a seductive whisper follows, making me let out a puff of the smoke and turn

Jasmine's POV His jaws clench and I can see how hard he is trying to keep his fury sealed deep inside of him while I am just standing there with my arms around my bosom, holding back the tears in my eyes.I don't know what to make of all of this. Every single day of being his wife seems to come with a new drama, a discovery.Mrs. Moore is also here in Italy and that means only one thing; I was right about seeing Andre this morning.Andre is indeed in Italy. I wasn't imagining things. Mrs. Moore knows where her daughter is but she is still pretending to think I am her.I followed her to that room on purpose and out of curiosity. I was surprised to see her there of all places and to clear my doubts that I wasn't imagining things again, I followed.I've never been to a club before. I never had the time for such fun. Going to that place with Barbie was not because I wanted it. I went there because Grandma and Barbie insisted and I thought that would help with my ambivalent feelings.Now

Jasmine's POV The numerous questions of why he did that and why he always made me feel that way began to give me a slight headache.Is it longing? Want? Need? Or love?At the last thought, I shake my head intermittently in a full-strong denial. It can never be that. Xavier is cruel. Stone-hearted. People like him don't love. They become obsessed with people but how he makes me feel and how he does all of that doesn't depict the feeling of obsession.This is definitely something else.Does he want me?Realizing how stupid I am, still seated in the car after he had stomped off, probably in anger or embarrassment for my accusations, I shake my head again. This time, to shake off all the weird thinking and assumptions.I should be strong.This is just for a while.Now that I know that Andre is here, I am halfway done with my job. The first half is finding her and the second half is bringing her back home.Even though I haven't seen her yet, I am so sure she is here and the second job