All Chapters of The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 146

ArynI pulled hard on the reins, my chestnut horse slowing down until it came to a clumsy stop. Its nostrils flared, hot breaths shooting out in clouds of white mist in the cool air. My hands shook on the leather, and I could still hear Isabella’s laughter echoing in my head. That laugh wasn’t human—it was sharp, mocking, like she was already celebrating my death.I swung my leg over and slid down, boots crunching softly on dried leaves. My knees felt weak, my stomach tight with rage and fear. I needed to think, needed to figure out how the hell to survive this game she had turned into a hunt.The bushes nearby were thick enough. Without another thought, I tugged my horse to the side and pressed its reins into the low branches, letting it blend as much as it could. Then I crouched low and shoved myself into the bush, ignoring the scratch of branches against my arms and face.My breath came out too loud. I pressed my hand over my mouth and forced myself to breathe slower. Sweat ran dow

ArynI let him go. It felt like letting go of a hot coal. I stepped back from him, whispered, “Excuse me,” and moved toward the bathroom before he could say anything more. My voice sounded small in the room.I shut the door and turned the lock with shaking hands. For a moment I just stood there, my back to the wood, and stayed. My chest tightened until it hurt. I had no idea what to do with his words. I don't know what to do with those raw feelings he had opened up to me.I turned the tap and let cold water run over my palms. I cupped my hands, splashed cold water on my face. It felt too cold, as least now I know that this was really reality. I liked Lorenzo, I liked the way he made me feel but just six months ago all I wanted was to live with my sister forever and stay away from this world.I stayed in the bathroom until I could no longer hear him then I unlocked the door and stepped out.The hall felt a little different. As I walked downstairs, the maids bowed to me, their heads dip

ArynI dragged my sleeve across my face until the sting of tears blurred into nothing but heat. My reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like shit. Eyes swollen, cheeks blotchy, lips trembling like a coward. I hated myself for it. Hated that I let him see me break down like some weak little girl.When I finally stepped out, Lorenzo was there—leaning against the banister like he owned the damn place. His jacket hung open, cigarette gone, but the tension in his jaw said it hadn’t done a damn thing for him. He looked raw, dangerous, and yet softer than I’d ever seen him.“Lorenzo,” I breathed, like saying his name might anchor me.He straightened, his eyes locking on me instantly. God, the way he looked at me it was like he could see every fucking crack in me. “You okay?” His voice was low, rough. Almost tender, but sharp enough to cut.I laughed, bitter, ugly. “Do I look okay?” My throat burned. “You must think I’m weak. Disgusting, even. Crying like this in front of you.”He didn’t