All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

The next morning, Cristiano woke up first, and as his eyes slowly opened, they instinctively found her.Siena lay curled in his arms, peaceful and warm, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks. So beautiful and so cute. His doll. His heart fluttered with excitement. There had been a time when mornings felt empty—grey, mechanical, something he had to drag himself through. That was before Siena walked into his life and filled every hour with color. She had turned his mornings bright, his days alive, his nights warm and full of light—just like her.Before he could stop himself, he lowered his head. His lips brushed against hers in the faintest kiss, careful and reverent. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling—the simple miracle of her presence—before desire could betray him further. With visible restraint, he gently loosened his arms, easing her onto the pillow so she could sleep undisturbed.Then he pulled away.He slipped out of bed, headed straight for the bathroom to wash up.

Siena slid down against the closed door, curling into herself as she tried to see into the dark room. The space was small—claustrophobic—but the darkness swallowed everything before her eyes could adjust. She couldn’t see a thing.Fear tightened around her chest.She squeezed her eyes shut, lowering her head onto her knees as tears spilled freely, soaking her skin without stopping. She couldn’t believe it… her Cris—how could he be so heartless with her? He hadn’t even listened to her side. He hadn’t tried to understand. He had punished her like this without hesitation.Was she wrong about his love?Had he stopped loving her?Was he telling the truth when he said he never loved her at all?The questions crashed into her mind one after another, dark and merciless. Each thought made her sob harder, her fragile body trembling as fear and heartbreak consumed her.Then suddenly, the door opened.The sudden push against her back made her gasp as she stumbled forward. She stood up instantly,

Today felt different from the others. The mansion was unusually busy—servants moving quickly, voices echoing through the halls, everyone dressed in their finest. Siena, too, was told to get ready. Elena personally made sure her hair was done and her makeup flawless.No matter how many times Siena asked, Elena refused to explain the occasion. “Just a party,” was all she said.Siena felt a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. She hadn’t stepped outside the mansion for two weeks—confined there on Cristiano’s orders—and the thought of finally leaving those walls made her heart flutter.She hadn’t seen Riya or Anna in so long. They had called her a few times, but each time Siena made excuses, claiming something urgent had come up at home and that she wouldn’t be attending college for a while. She avoided telling them the truth. It was too twisted, too complicated. Her marriage, the reasons behind it, and everything unfolding in her life were far from normal. She didn’t know how to

“No,” she said instantly, without hesitation. “I won’t leave you.”Cristiano’s gaze hardened further, his jaw tightening.“It’s you and me,” she continued, her gaze remaining locked onto his face the whole time, her voice trembling yet unyielding. “We’ll leave all of this behind—everything. Just take me away from here.”Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stepped closer, her hands clutching his jacket as though letting go would break her completely. “I don’t care where we go. I don’t care how we live—as long as I’m with you.”Her breath hitched. “Let’s run away. Leave this world of blood and revenge behind.”She looked up at him, eyes shining with fragile hope. “Just… just you and me.”For a moment, there was silence. Then his voice cut through her hope like a blade.“Enough,” he said flatly. “I’m not leaving this. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and now I’m claiming it all. I don’t want you. If you can’t accept that, that’s your problem.”He leaned closer, his eyes devoid of

Despite everything—despite the lies, the manipulation, the cruelty—she could feel nothing from him but love and longing.And he kept denying it.Her strength finally gave out.“Please… end this,” she pleaded, exhaustion seeping into every word. “I’m tired. I can’t bear it anymore.”Cristiano exhaled slowly, a quiet sigh heavy with restraint.“Doll,” he said, his voice edged with steel, though his hand lingered on her back, trying to steady her trembling. “I’ll admit… I’ve grown used to you. But habits can be broken.” His gaze darkened, sharp and unyielding. “And people… they can be replaced. Easily,” he said, his tone expertly cold, practiced.“So accept it,” he continued. “I only love power. I don’t want you anymore.”Yet no matter how cold his voice sounded, his hand wiped her tears from her cheeks and smoothed her hair. He couldn’t bear her pain.He was supposed to hurt her, to maintain the act—but she was right. He couldn’t bear to see her in pain. The dilemma he carried—the war