Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Kabanata 301 - Kabanata 310

Cristiano was unexpectedly and deeply moved when Siena began to sing. He had come thinking he would simply watch her perform—but the moment her voice filled the hall, soft and pure, something inside him shifted. Her words carried warmth, devotion, and a tenderness that reached straight into his guarded heart.When she said she had written the song for the love of her life, she didn’t mention his name—but he knew it was meant for him. The way her eyes stayed locked on him, never wavering for even a moment as she sang, made his breath catch in his throat. The melody wrapped around him like a confession, every lyric speaking of love, longing, and hope. And through it all, her eyes never left him.Siena sang as if no one else existed, her gaze fixed on the man who had unknowingly become her world. Each note seemed to say what words never could—that no matter how cold or distant he appeared, her love for him remained unshaken. Suddenly, he pulled off his mask—as if he wanted her to see hi

Both were shocked, yet genuinely happy for their friend.But Carina’s shock quickly turned into jealousy. Her eyes darkened as she glared at Siena with pure hatred. If looks could kill, Siena would have turned to ashes under the fiery envy burning in Carina’s gaze.She stomped her foot in frustration and cursed silently before storming off, unable to bear the sight of Cristiano showing such open affection to his wife.Cristiano then lifted Siena into his arms, carrying her down from the stage before leading her toward his car.“Wait, I didn’t say goodbye to my friends,” Siena protested softly. She wanted to stay for the results too, but at that moment, nothing mattered more than the undeniably alluring man who was her husband: her true love.Cristiano exhaled deeply, then gently set her down and tilted his head behind them. Siena turned and saw her friends waving at her with wide grins.“Don’t worry, we’ll text you the results!” Riya called out.Then Siena felt his warm breath against

Before she could stop herself, Siena threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.Cristiano instantly deepened the kiss, pressing her back against the seat in a rush of urgency. His hand cradled her jaw as their mouths moved in perfect rhythm—slow, hungry, and desperate. They kissed for what felt like forever, only pulling away when the lack of air forced them to, their foreheads still touching, breaths mingling.“I think today might be my last day at this college,” Siena giggled, though her breathless laughter was bright and full of joy.Cristiano frowned, lines forming between his brows. “And why would that happen?”She grinned, brushing her hair from her face. “Well, we’ve kissed so many times in college—first in the corridor, then on the stage, and now in the parking lot.” She shook her head in amusement. “I’m sure I’ll get an expulsion notice soon.”Despite her words, Siena didn’t regret a single moment—not when it came to Cristiano and his unapologetic, public dis

When they finally broke apart, breathless, she gave him a playful push toward the steering wheel and gestured with her eyes for him to start the car.He exhaled deeply, as if reluctant to end the moment, before starting the ignition and shifting his focus on the road ahead.Their drive led them to a high-end music store, its glass walls showcasing rows of gleaming instruments. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight.“You brought me here?” she asked softly, turning to him.“It’s time to upgrade, mia piccola regina del rock. Go on, choose the best one.” he said simply, his tone firm but affectionate.She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes swept over the rows of guitars — and then she saw it, the one she had always dreamed of owning. It was right there in their collection. Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked it up, running her fingers lovingly over the sleek strings of her chosen instrument.“This one!” she said, turning to him with a bright grin. He nodded in approval before ha

The next morning, before Siena had even fully opened her eyes, Cristiano scooped her into his arms. He didn’t bother asking anything—not how she felt, not what she planned to do—he simply carried her straight into the bathroom, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.He wanted to bathe with her.The shower, meant to be a quick ten-minute rinse, stretched into an hour the moment his hands slid over her skin—time unraveled, and everything else ceased to exist. Siena was pressed to the shower wall, and he kept thrusting hard and fast, so deep into her. The steam enveloped them, warm water running over their tangled bodies. His touch was slow at first—possessive, hungry—and then everything blurred into breathless urgency against the tile. The world narrowed to the sensation of him, the water, the heat, the way he kept himself buried in her like she was something he couldn’t let go of.By the time their shower sex ended, Siena’s legs felt like they no longer belonged to her. Her