All Chapters of The Mafia's Rebel Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Riley looks at a loss for words, and Rino doesn't say anything—only stands there watching me with a look in his eyes that I can't quite place.I could easily let it go because it shouldn't matter, but seeing Riley leaves a pinch of reminder on my soul. I remember how miserable I was back then, never really knowing what my husband was up to or who he was with.I saw her from afar always. Micah was hellbent on replacing me with one of her friends. It was my marriage, but I was always forced to watch from the sidelines. I feel stuffy just recollecting how helpless and hurt I had always felt in my marriage.“Our wedding night? Second-year anniversary? The night before I left?” I list, deciding to help bring back his memory since he continues to stare at me like I'm speaking gibberish.“T-that's... I-it’s not what you think, Mrs. Garcia,” Riley says, blowing air through her nose, her entire face turning red.She has no problem dropping very tiny indications here and there to show she had s

Rino continues to lead me past the large crowd of reporters with their massive cameras.There's a round of applause welcoming us into the hall, along with loud whispers from people whose faces I can’t see—tucked as I am against Rino’s side.“Are you alright?” Rino’s voice, reverberating so close to my neck, sends a shiver down my spine.I nod in answer. We stop right in front of his family as bright lights flicker on and point directly at us, highlighting our features.Rino stands stoic and rigid, like he’s preparing to defend us from an attack. If he’s this uncomfortable, then why go through all the trouble of hosting this event? I hiss inwardly.“Freya.”Mario’s voice calls to me tenderly, leaning on his walking cane.I haven’t been able to look in his direction since my visit to the hospital. I’m afraid I’ll see loathing in his eyes—loathing that I hid his grandchild and lied. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that look.“Mario,” I greet stiffly, reluctantly peeling myself away f

The screeching of my chair interrupts his lawyers from announcing her congratulations to a well-signed deal. There is nothing worth a congratulations to me, and I’m not going to wait around and pretend.I feel his heated gaze on my back as I walk out of the room, an unsettling feeling gnawing at the bottom of my chest at his mention of Nana and my brother's family. I chew on my bottom lip, a deep bubble of worry sitting in my soul for my brother. I know that his sworn allegiance lies with me, but what amount of torture could they have inflicted upon him to get this information? And if he didn’t tell Rino, then how did Rino know?Somehow, I begin to feel like my world is starting to close in around me, and I need to sort this all out one after the other.The first thing on my mind is to get a lead on reaching my brother in time, but that would mean having to speak to Rino—and my hatred for him burns harsher in this moment than ever before, after his indirect threat to take away the chil

I sit on the bathroom floor, speechless and paralyzed.“Nana,” is all I can whisper.Why was all this happening to me?I rack my head, trying to remember what the 17th was supposed to be. My hand, trembling, rests against my lips.I hold my breath, clinging to my last sliver of hope. “Nana, did you come alone?” My voice is barely above a whisper. I shut my eyes tight, praying she truly came alone.“No, stupid, of course I’m not alone. Lucas was supposed to come back home to Vivian, but we haven’t heard from either of you. We’ve both been very worried, so we came along with the children. I thought it’d be fun to return to the big city for a while,” Nana giggles into the phone like she just shared some kind of secret—while I feel like I’m falling apart.She has no idea what she just did. I should’ve called to cancel her treatment.Nana is a mother figure to both Lucas and me, and a grandmother to the children. She was diagnosed with ischemic cardiomyopathy—a heart disease—and she’s in de

I wake up to the feeling of drowning, like something hard is pressing against my chest. I can't breathe.The Crowlers.My eyes fly open at the reminder of how I ended up in this situation, my breathing labored and heavy as I pant, my eyes scanning my surroundings to find it pitch black. But the feel of the beddings tells me I’m in Rino's room—our room.The heaving of my chest calms, knowing I didn't get taken by the scum of a woman who attacked me. I'm as safe as I can be under Rino's roof and breathing.My body tenses, goosebumps flare up my arms, and I know he's somewhere in the dark room—watching me."Rino?" I whisper, my tongue pulling out to wet my parched and sensitive lips.He doesn't respond, and I hear no movement. I sigh, pushing myself up to lean on the headboard, but my lower side flares up in pain and I groan out.My eyes snap to my belly to find that I'm only wearing a tiny shirt that fully exposes my stomach, which has a bandage wrapped around the side.How?"You got cu