Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 310

The boutique didn’t have a sign. Just tall glass doors, a sleek black roof, and a concierge who opened the entrance like they were entering a private club. Suzi clutched Max’s hand tighter the second they stepped inside. The air was perfumed with soft jasmine and something expensive she couldn’t name. Plush white carpets muffled every step, and each clothing rack looked like it held only three carefully spaced items—each one more elegant than the last. “I shouldn’t be here,” Suzi whispered as her gaze darted across the high ceilings and gold-accented mirrors. Max leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against her temple. “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.” A few feet ahead, two women were already waiting. Suzi recognized one immediately. Daphne, with her sleek dark hair and sharp-edged elegance that made even standing still look like a photoshoot. Beside her stood a blonde woman with bright blue eyes, Lucas’s cousin Tiffany, if Suzi remembered right. Next to her was

Max watched her face in the reflection of the car window as the wrought-iron gates slowly swung open.The mansion beyond was set far back from the road, tucked into rolling hills and framed by old oaks that arched like guardians. Pale stone. Arched windows. A wraparound terrace with wrought iron railings and ivy curling along the edges like nature itself had claimed it as sacred.But it wasn’t the house that stole his breath.It was the way Suzi looked at it.Her lips parted, eyes wide, pupils glinting with a kind of disbelief that made something tug in his chest.“Max,” she whispered, fingers clutching the seatbelt strap. “Are we allowed to be here?”He chuckled.“We’re not just allowed,” he said, offering his hand. “We are expected.”She blinked up at him, tentative as always, like she was waiting for someone to laugh and say it was all a joke.He helped her out, keeping her hand in his. “Come on. Let’s see if it feels like home.”The door creaked open as the real estate agent waved

Suzi recognized that look all too well now.That look in his eyes, the one that made her breath catch and her knees forget how to hold her. It wasn’t just hunger. It was focus. Possession wrapped in restraint. As if she were something precious he planned to unwrap slowly… deliberately.Her fingers curled tighter against the windowsill behind her as Max braced a hand beside her head. He didn’t touch her, not yet, but his body was so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. His other hand came to rest at her waist.“What… what is it you want to do?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound steady.His gaze dipped to her lips. “You know,” he said simply.Suzi’s lips parted in a soft inhale, but she didn’t move away.Max smiled at that. “You always do that,” he murmured.“Do what?”“Look at me like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to want this.”Her breath hitched. “I don’t…I mean…I do.”Max’s fingers slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her ge

One week later…Their bedroom looked like a war zone. Silk, tulle, stilettos, and satin were thrown everywhere like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane.Suzi stood in the middle of it all, half-dressed and halfway to tears.The gown was gorgeous—midnight blue, soft as smoke, with a daring slit and an open back that dipped low enough to be scandalous. It made her feel like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who belonged in rooms with chandeliers and champagne.But when she looked in the mirror, all she saw was her skin.The birthmark she’d spent her whole life hiding shimmered under the soft light, blooming up her side like an ink stain she couldn’t scrub out of existence.“I can’t wear this,” she whispered, voice catching. Her throat felt too tight to swallow.“Yes, you can,” Daphne said from the doorway. She leaned against the frame with a knowing smile, then stepped in, heels crunching faintly on scattered hangers. “And you will.”Suzi’s eyes stung. “I look—”“Like fire,” came a

They returned to the ballroom like nothing had happened though Suzi’s heart still hammered, and Max looked like he was ready to murder someone with a dessert fork.She clutched his arm, fingers curled against the fine fabric of his sleeve. But her spine? It was straighter now. Her chin lifted just a little. She could almost pretend she was a woman who belonged.Almost.The music had shifted again, something bright and glittering with strings, but Suzi wasn’t listening. Her eyes found her almost immediately.Veronica.Still standing near the edge of the crowd, glass in hand. And oh—was that a twitch at the corner of her mouth?Yes. Yes, it was.Veronica’s expression cracked, just slightly, when she saw Max with his arm curled protectively around Suzi. Suzi didn’t miss the way the other woman’s eyes narrowed. Or how her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass like she was deciding whether to drink it or launch it.Max leaned down, his breath warm against Suzi’s ear. “Don’t look now,”