Semua Bab The Chosen Bride: Bab 131 - Bab 140

A crazy woman tried to kill me.He did it at the request of someone and I had no doubt that it was someone from my paternal family, that only left me with three clear options, my father's wife, my sister Dai or my sister Ima.Any of the three, or all three, was bad news for me, completely terrible news that makes everything take on a horrible meaning, more since my aunt's warning and what my brother said. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle fit to tell me how bad everything was.Be content to know that they want you dead, and that your adversary is much bigger and more reckless, one who will not need weapons to destroy you, little bastard.That had been the message, that had been the high point of all, one that left me thinking for hours, after trying to calm a child who had witnessed his mother's suicide, in a macabre scene that should never have happened. That was bad for me, especially because the boy was alone among people who did not understand him, among a supposed family that

Listening to Amaya's words was like a blow to my entire solar plexus. They were harsh, they were cruel, but they were very true. And it left me deeply conflicted because if Ulises turned out to be my brother's son, I wouldn't look at him the same way anymore. Two concrete facts made this situation even more complicated: part of what Paola said was true, there was a remote possibility that the lie had short legs, and if my brother had been involved with the place where Gemma was during the first days of her abduction.This left me in doubt, something my sister had a lot of trouble with, mostly because it was a complete mess, a compendium of abstract situations in which she ended up looking like the bad guy. What really bothered me about this whole mess was that she got hurt in the process. If that meant our brother was involved, that was a big no for me.So, I felt disappointed in everyone, disappointed in life, and it was a completely complex situation that made everything feel wrong,

After that iconic entrance by the boss of the East Camorra clan, we entered the splendid house that was a dream to me. It was located in a little forest, in a private, privileged place, and it had everything one could imagine. However, the warmth that inhabited it was incredible, especially because the boss of the Cosa Nostra was a true gentleman who treated his wife with great affection, was very attentive, and left nothing to chance. It was beautiful to see them in their natural state."It seems like she likes the golden mask more," Dante, the boss of the Cosa Nostra, said.I noticed that the little girl was looking at my husband with a furrowed brow, and then I remembered a conversation I had with him, one where I advised him to just be himself, to remove the mask and show the world who he truly was. He looked at me seriously for a prolonged period and only asked one question:"Do you mind me wearing the mask?""I like you better without it, I like you as you are without it," I spe

The dinner had gone excellently, so well that I knew one of the best purposes of traveling to New York had been successfully achieved. Seeing Amaya integrate naturally with Alissa was like witnessing something beautiful happen, beautiful in more than one sense. However, I realized that in the end, when I insisted strongly that they should have their girls' day out, my wife didn't like it that much."What's wrong?" I asked her upon waking up. "Did it bother you that I committed them like that with the wife of the Cosa Nostra boss?"She stopped combing her hair and sighed."It doesn't bother me. I know the offer was made with good intentions, and Alissa seems like a very friendly and interesting woman to get to know. However, I wanted to go over some things before heading to the gala," she told me, revealing her main insecurity. "Gemma was going to help me.""Can I tell you a secret? Alissa is not someone who knows about the mafia. She's had to learn little by little, and this particula

"The Russian's wife is very warm, while the Chechen's daughters are troublesome," Alissa told us, and Gemma and I nodded. "The men are much more careful, more respectful, but the thing here is that if they think you're giving them the slightest opening, they'll want to try their luck. That's what led Dante to break one of the Chechens' hands, and since then, they are forbidden to come within five meters of me.""That doesn't sound good at all," I said with some concern. "But I'll play dumb to see what I can pick up. People tend to talk a lot when they think you don't understand them."And that was a truth I had unfortunately experienced firsthand, a truth that had made things a bit awkward at times in my life, like the time I caught the Spanish teacher calling us idiots, or the time an old Karate instructor unabashedly called us pieces of pig crap.When I told my father about it, he pulled me out of that Dojo, and three weeks later, they closed it down for something I had no idea abou