Semua Bab The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Bab 101 - Bab 110

ArynLorenzo sat on the edge of the bed, his dark hair a mess and his eyes wide and vacant. I had a towel wrapped around my own head, and I watched him. He looked like a goddamn lost puppy, abandoned on the side of the road and wondering how the hell he got there.I finished wiping the water from my hair, my movements slow and deliberate. What the fuck happened to him? I thought. Last night, he’d come stumbling in, passed out cold right on my floor. I hadn’t known what to do with him. I’d thought about booting him out, leaving him to sleep on the hard wood, but the way he’d sobbed in his sleep… “Please don’t go,” he'd cried out, over and over, his voice a child’s plea. It reminded me of myself, all those nights on the streets, begging a god that didn’t exist to just let me survive. The thought of that memory was enough to get me to drag his heavy ass onto the bed. I didn’t know what nightmare had haunted him, but it had left him broken.“You okay?” I asked, my voice softer than I inte

ArynClaudia didn’t move from the window after that, her fingers tracing the glass like she was touching memories only she could see.“I thought she was dead,” she said finally, her voice softer now. “Everyone did. We buried an empty coffin. We cried over nothing but lies. And then—” She huffed out a laugh, bitter and small. “Then, a month later, I get a fucking letter. From Arya. Saying she was safe. Telling me not to look for her.”I raised my eyebrows. “Just like that?”“Just like that.” Claudia turned back to me. “It was short. No return address. No clue where she was. She just wrote—” Her tone dropped lower, mocking Arya’s neat little tone— “‘Don’t try to find me. I’ll come for you when it’s safe.’”I leaned back against my desk, crossing my arms. “And you listened?”Her eyes narrowed at me. “What the fuck else was I supposed to do, Aryn? Go running around waving a red flag to the people who wanted her dead?”Fair point. I didn’t answer.She went on. “Weeks later, another letter.

ArynRosa’s wasn’t exactly the kind of place you went to for privacy, but that’s why I picked it. Too many eyes, too much noise—perfect cover. If I was going to talk to Liam, it wouldn’t be in some dark alley where Marcus could lurk in the shadows, breathing down my fucking neck.The bell above the door jingled when I stepped inside. The scent of roasted coffee beans and fresh bread hit me, cozy and warm, almost enough to calm the storm brewing inside my head. Almost.Liam was already there, sitting in a booth near the back. His blond hair was slightly messy, like he’d run a hand through it too many times. He looked restless, sharp jaw tight, one leg bouncing under the table. The moment his eyes landed on me, he stood up.“Why the hell did you change the meeting spot?” he demanded the second I slid into the booth. No ‘hello,’ no small talk. Straight to business.I shrugged, reaching for the menu even though I didn’t give a shit about food. “Because I didn’t feel like sneaking out with

Lorenzo We were married. Yes but not in the way people whispered about when they said the word, with trembling vows and promises of forever. Not in the way children dreamed about with white dresses and flowers.No, ours was a contract. A document signed in ink and sealed with terms that stretched across twelve months like prison bars. A year. That was all.And yet, paper or not, contract or not, she was my wife. MineI felt it in the smallest things—the way her scent clung to my shirts after she brushed past me in the hallway, the way her silence filled my penthouse louder than anyone else’s voice ever could, the way my eyes searched for her in every room, as though my body hadn’t yet learned how to exist without her.But she didn’t let me in.We lived under the same roof, shared the same name, shared the same damn bed when appearances demanded it—and still, I was a stranger in her life. A shadow she tolerated, a storm she endured.It infuriated me.It consumed me.I wanted to know e

ArynI watched Lorenzo’s face, the controlled mask he wore shattered for a moment, revealing a flash of genuine shock and fury. He turned away from me, his back to the room as he composed himself, the coiled energy that had been focused on me now directed outward, sharp and deadly.“Are you sure?” Lorenzo asked, his voice low, a dangerous rumble that made the air vibrate.The guard, a burly man who looked like he had seen a dozen wars, swallowed hard. "Yes, sir. We found a message."Lorenzo didn’t move, didn’t turn. “Where the fuck is it?”The guard hesitated. “A few moments ago, it was sent by a raven, sir. It just appeared out of nowhere. We have the letter here.”The guard held out a sealed envelope, a small, unassuming thing that wouldn't have given me another thought. Lorenzo snatched the letter from the guard’s hand, his fingers brushing against mine as he took it. He stared at the envelope for a long moment, the seal, an intricate design of a shriveled tree. Who the fuck has a