Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA DON'S BRIDE: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Yanna It feels like my world had stopped once I read the end result of the paternity test. ‘Negative’. No, it can’t possibly be true. Thinking back now, how the hell could I just believe the words of an old man and not actually find proof if we’re actually related. My stomach churns at the sick thought of being deceived by a random old man into marrying his adopted son. Does Enzo know about this too? I placed my palm over my chest in an attempt to calm down but it was all futile as random thoughts just keep running through my head. I reach to the finality of finding out if this result is true or not. I examine the result again and my eyes catches on to the date of the result, it was oddly on the same day when I heard the fight between him and Roberto, the same day that I found him scribbling down harshly on a paper. Why the fuck does my life have so much drama! Composing myself, I place the folder back where it was and sneak out quietly from the office and just in

Enzo I hear light stomping back and forth as I walk home, Yanna paced back and forth at the living room while playing with her fingers anxiously. My brows furrow from her current state. “Hey….is something wrong?” She jumps slightly in shock. “Yeah….actually, no I’m not.” “Is it the baby, let me call the doctor.” I reach into my pocket for my phone but Yanna stops me. She pulls me over to sit while she takes her sit beside me. “The baby’s fine.” I scan her worried face. “So what’s wrong?....” She bites her lip and lets out a heavy sigh. “I-i’m not Alonzo’s daughter.” My brows furrow at her confession. What does he mean ‘she’s not Alonzo’s daughter’ there’s no way that’s possible, the test came back positive. “That’s not possible…..where did you get this idea from?” She reaches behind her and brings out a medical folder. “I went to confirm it myself, just to be one hundred percent sure that what I found out is true.” I scan the test result and it’s negati

Yanna I let out a groan in annoyance from the constant ringing of my phone. My pregnant ass is still in bed while Enzo had left for work a while ago. I stretch over to the nightstand to get my phone and pick up the call without glancing at the screen. “Hello?” I grunt out. Hailey sniffles through the other end which makes me wide awake and sit up immediately. “Hailey, what’s wrong?” I ask softly. She sniffles. “Please can you come over?” her voice shaking with emotions. I nod and scramble to get of the bed. “Sure, give me thirty minutes tops I’ll be there.” She hums and ends the call. My brows furrow in worry as I take a quick shower to get ready. I had a feeling that she was crying because of Antonio but I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. All possibilities scramble into my head, was she treated badly at her new workplace or is she PREGNANT!? I hurry down the stairs which causes Sunny’s eyes to widen. “Hey, slow your pregnant ass down!” “Sorry,

Yanna “How about this?” I bring out a dress from the racks to show Hailey but she shakes her head with a frown. “Drop that ugly thing.” She scowls playfully. I giggle and drop the dress back, well she was right it’s an ugly piece of dress. We have been searching for almost an hour for a dress that I could wear for the charity event that is tonight and we’re running out of time. I’m already starting to get frustrated. “Can’t we just pick up a random dress and leave with it?” Hailey chuckles. “Well I wouldn’t blame your pregnant ass for being so exhausted all of a sudden….” A staff walks over to where we stood. “We have a few dresses in the back rooms….if you would like to see?” We both nod and were guided to the backroom where they had better choices of dresses. I couldn’t fathom why they put the ugly dresses for sale and leave the beautiful ones in the backroom…… “Try this, it would look amazing on you!” Hailey gushes. It was a magenta floor length gown wi

Yanna *ba dum, ba dum, ba dum* My eyes prick with tears from the sound of our baby’s heart beat. Enzo smiles tenderly at me in awe of the sound. The doctor explains and points to the imaging at the monitor. “This is the head, the arms…” “Is everything okay though?” I ask. He nods with a smile. “Yes everything seems to be at normal range for the baby, it’s growing fine.” I let out a sigh of relief that I didn’t know I was holding in. Enzo assists me to get up from the examination bed to leave the room. “My boobs are sore.” I blurt out. Enzo chuckles. “I could give them a massage when we head back home?” he smirks teasingly. I flush red and i smack his back for the silly comment. Everything has been going oddly fine, it’s been a full week since the charity event and Enzo and I have been occupied with work and planning our baby shower that is coming up tomorrow. I bite my lip anxiously as I stare at the small envelope In my hand which contains the gender o