All Chapters of The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

LORENZOPain dragged me back to consciousness.Something cold touched my arm, and my eyes snapped open just as a syringe slid into the IV port in my vein.“Fuck—” My voice came out rough, barely recognizable. The sudden movement sent a spike of pain through my chest.The man hovering over me jolted, his eyes wide in surprise. “Oh,” he said, blinking once. “You’re awake, Mr. De Luca.”No shit, I thought, the mental sarcasm the first sign that my mind was fighting its way back to full function.I turned my head slightly, ignoring the doctor and taking a slow, inventory-like scan of the room. My chest felt impossibly tight, wrapped in heavy layers that restricted my breathing. The memory of what had put me here came back to me I swallowed past the roughness in my throat. “Where is she?”The doctor, who had been fiddling with my chart, paused. “Your… girlfriend?”I stared at him, my brow furrowing in confusion despite the searing pain in my ribs. “What?”He tilted his head slightly, s

ArynI should have known peace with Lorenzo never lasted. The jet touched down smoothly, a silent, flawless maneuver by the pilot, yet my stomach fucking dropped like we were crashing from 30,000 feet. I woke a split second before the wheels even kissed the runway, heart vaulting against my ribs, instincts screaming a full-throated emergency. Trauma did that to you, it taught your body to panic before your brain could catch up, turning safe into the most potent kind of danger.Lorenzo was already standing by the time the plane settled, the perfect portrait of calculated composure. He adjusted his platinum cufflinks, the movements precise and unhurried, as if we were about to attend a goddamn gala instead of walking into a viper's nest—a family that not only despised my existence but viewed it as a legitimate threat to their kingdom.Lily stirred beside me, she blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes. “Are we dead yet?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Not yet,” I said, the word a p

ARYN I didn’t give a flying fuck who thought it was dangerous, stupid, reckless, or a spectacularly bad idea for me to leave the house. “I’m going to see her,” I said finally after staring at my phone for some seconds. Lily was still sitting beside me on the couch, one hand resting protectively over her belly. Her eyes snapped up to mine so fast I almost missed the way they widened in fear. “See who?” Claudia asked from the kitchen doorway. “My sister.” “Aryn…” Lily started carefully, slowly rising to her feet. “You can’t just—go. Not yet. You don’t even know where she is.” “I am going to ask Liam ,” I said, standing up, “And the moment I do, I’m going to see her.” Claudia walked toward me, concern etched deep onto her face. “Listen to yourself,” she said gently, reaching for my arms. “You’re shaking. You’ve just been told something that changes everything. Sit down. Breathe. Think.” “I’ve done nothing but think for months,” I snapped, pulling away. “Think about how she disap

ARYNI woke up to cold, not the gentle kind that made you burrow deeper into the mattress and steal the warmth of the man beside you, but the one that proved that said man was out of bed. . Lorenzo was never quiet when he left bed. He breathed heavy, muttered curses about meetings, sometimes kissed my shoulder if he thought I was still asleep. Even when he left early, he never made me feel… abandoned. Or he actually did and I was too tired.I pushed up, throwing on his shirt from the chair because it was comfortable and smelled like him. I padded down the hall, trying to stop the angry bears in my stomach. I passed in front of Lily's room and heard the soubd if retching. Her door was cracked open, so I entered.“Lily?” I asked softly, stepping in.She was hunched over the toilet, one hand gripping the porcelain, the other tangled in her hair. Her shoulders shook as she gagged again.“Shit,” I muttered, rushing forward. I knelt beside her, pulling her hair back gently. “Is it that ba

LORENZOI stood there, staring at her Arya. The woman who had lied, manipulated, and practically weaponized herself against me. The woman who had deceived me into thinking she was just some innocent girl. I could feel every muscle in my body coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Her gaze darted to the floor, the walls, anything but me. Every twitch, every shift screamed guilt. But that wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.Aryn hovered between us, arms spread as if she could physically hold the tension at bay. “Lorenzo,” she said softly, but with an edge. The same edge she always carried when she was pleading for sense to take precedence over anger. “Please… just hear her out.”I gritted my teeth. My jaw throbbed. “Hear her out?” I spat the words like venom. “Hear her out after everything she’s done? After every goddamn second of deception? The lies? The manipulation? Are you fucking serious, Aryn?”She squared her shoulders and looked at me with that fiery