Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to my fiancé's father: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

ALESSANDRO “Play the footage.” The fury was Arctic cold in my veins.3 years ago“Oh my God, Lorena. Are you-” Vomiting sounds came through, followed by throwing up. Confusion hit me. Was she sick? “Are you pregnant?”“I’m done, Ella.” Lorena’s voice shook. I was the worst bastard. There was my confirmation that Matteo was mine. No wonder she hated my guts. She should. I wouldn’t blame her if she killed me; I would let her, too. “I’m done being everyone’s pawn. I’m leaving tonight.”“But your Father-”“Will have me killed, one way or the other. He already controls my inheritance. And that’s not enough for him. He’s going to sell us. We have to run.”“Does Alessandro know about the pregnancy?”A bitter laugh came through the air. “I was going to tell him at dinner.”“You could call him.”“I never want to see him again. As far as I’m concerned, they can all kill each other. I’m leaving and never looking back.”“Are you sure?”“Absolutely.”“Your uncle and the Santos family will hunt u

LORENA My eyes indulged, traveling over his ink and inventorying each visible tattoo. From the ones on his face, the ink peeking above his starched white dress shirt, down to his tattooed hands and knuckles. Fuck, he was beautiful. I never cared much for tattoos until Alessandro. But this man took ink to a whole new level. The ink on this man, it packaged the cruelty etched on his face, the art and ruthlessness, into one fine, deadly specimen.“Lorena, you have come back.” The interruption came in the form of my mother’s cold voice. My mouth pressed into a thin line, and something in Nico’s eyes told me he understood exactly where I was coming from.My heart rate sped up and anxiety kicked up a notch, but I kept it hidden. After all, I got really good at hiding my emotions since I started living under my mother’s roof.She offered me her cheek to kiss in greeting. I leaned in stiffly to kiss the offering and felt like Judas. Because I came to kill her. But I remembered the lesson

ALESSANDRO Lorena’s fingers gracefully moved across the keys of the piano. From the short, tense interaction between her and her mother it was clear she loved that piano. I would get that piano for her, if it was the last thing I did in this life.The last tune of the song ended, and it was like watching Lorena wake up from a dream. Her soft, dreamy expression disappeared and turned into a guarded expression. She met her mother’s expression by tilting her chin up in a challenge.The young, gentle girl I picked up at the club almost four years ago was now gone. In its place stood a strong and resilient woman that would fight the world to protect those she loved. And whether she liked it or not, I would fight right alongside her. She was my family. My life. My everything. She might not need me anymore to survive, but I needed her. And Matteo.I have a son. From the moment the realization struck, it was hard to grasp the meaning of it all. I would spend the rest of my life making it u

LORENA Fear rattled my bones. I had never felt so scared before. Not when my grandparents died, not when Ella and I ran away in the dead of the night with nothing but the clothes on our back, fake passports, and ten thousand dollars in cash.These men, my mother planned to hand us over to, would not be kind to Ella and I. They waited four long years for us, stocking their anger and thirst for vengeance. A shiver ran down my spine with fear of their plans. I had no doubt their plans for us were to inflict pain. Hit, beat, brand, rape… death would be more merciful than this.“Get a move on, puttanas,” one of the guards snapped as he shoved both Ella and I forward.My mother’s laugh chilled me to the bone.“Don’t mind him, girls,” she chatted, in her raspy voice. Result of years of smoking. “Santos Jnr is eager to have you, Lorena. And Ella should fetch a nice price too.”“Alessandro Moravia will destroy you.” Ella hissed “You nor Santos jnr were able to find us. Lorena’s husband di

LORENA She laid her head onto my lap and I sat like a statue, staring out the small window, a glimpse of the freedom so close but so far away. I wasn’t beyond crawling through it and running down the street in my underwear. If I had to choose between that or being sold, I’d pick the former.Ella’s eyes shut and her breathing evened within five minutes. I waited, listening to her breathing while I stared at the dirty concrete walls, then the dirty ground. It was all dirty, like this whole transaction that my family participated in.My grandparents were dead because they tried to protect me. They refused to hand over their granddaughter as some kind of fucked up sacrifice to the mobster gods. I had never been bloodthirsty, but now, I wanted to kill them all.I killed a human being. How did someone move on from that? It stained your soul, whether you wanted it or not. It was the main reason why I only stuck to laundering money during our time in Europe. That was bad enough, but now