Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Aryn I stood before the full-length mirror, the emerald green dress clinging to my curves like a second skin. It truly was a stunning gown, a testament to Lorenzo’s impeccable, if manipulative, taste. The silk flowed around my legs as I moved, the sweetheart neckline subtly accentuating. I’d opted for minimal makeup, a smoky eye and a nude lip, letting the dress be the star of the show. The silver heels, though excruciatingly high, completed the look, making my legs seem endless.“Right, now for the grand finale,” I muttered to myself, reaching for the delicate silver necklace that had come with the set. It was a simple chain with a single, small emerald pendant, designed to sit just above the hollow of my throat. Easy, right?Wrong.My fingers, usually so nimble, felt like clumsy sausages as I fumbled with the tiny clasp. I twisted my neck, trying to get a better angle, my reflection showing a comical grimace of concentration. The clasp was ridiculously small, and my nails, usually

ArynThe dance floor was a swirl of silk and sweat, bodies swaying to the sound violins. Lorenzo led me to the floor, his hand firm at the small of my back, pulling me closer than was strictly necessary for a public dance. It was as if the air crackled between us, a strange mix of the performance we were putting on and something… else. His other hand held mine, our fingers intertwined, an electric current passing between us. He moved with an easy grace, surprising for a man of his build, and I followed, our steps matching. His chin was almost resting on my head, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, making it harder to focus on the task at hand. My eyes, however, never stopped scanning the room, even as we danced.“Still no sign of Lily,” I murmured, my voice low enough only for him to hear, my gaze sweeping over the faces in the crowd.He pulled me a fraction closer, his arm tightening around my waist. “I have no idea where he mi

ArynHis tongue traced the seam of my lips, a silent question, and I parted them without hesitation. He deepened the kiss, a hungry groan rumbling in his chest as his tongue swept inside, tangling with mine. It was a dizzying, intoxicating dance, a silent conversation of raw need and unspoken promises. His hands, no longer gentle, slid down my back, pulling me impossibly closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles of his stomach, the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against my own. A shiver ran through me, a delicious blend of fear and exhilaration.He broke the kiss, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, to the sensitive skin of my neck. His breath was ragged against my ear as he whispered, "Aryn… we shouldn't…" but his actions completely contradicted his words. He was fumbling with the clasp of my dress, his fingers surprisingly agile as they worked at the delicate hooks. My head swam,

ArynThe letter lay on the floor like a venomous snake, its printed words still burning in my mind. "Stay away from Lorenzo. He is not your friend. If you know what’s good for you, you will cease all contact. Consider this your only warning." This wasn't some random prank. This was a direct threat, chillingly specific. And it wasn't the first, nor the second. This was the fourth time someone had gotten a message into my room, past the supposedly impenetrable security of Lorenzo’s estate. I couldn’t ignore this. This wasn't just about me anymore; it felt connected to everything, to Lily, to the fragile alliance I had with Lorenzo. My eyes scanned the room, suddenly seeing every shadow, every undisturbed surface, as a potential hiding spot for clues. An inside informant. A security breach. One of them had to be true. How else could someone get in here, not once, but three damn times?I started with my own room meticulously. I ran my hands along the baseboards, checked beneath the heavy

ArynThe world turned into a blur of gunshots and dark shapes. The tactical jacket felt like a second skin — heavy but comforting. My hands, to my surprise, stayed steady as I held the pistol Lorenzo gave me. This was chaos. Complete and wild chaos. Exactly how I liked it.We stormed into the warehouse loudly and without pause. Lorenzo was scary and powerful, moving quickly but smoothly. His men followed him closely, silent and deadly. The air was full of gunshots, breaking glass, and the painful screams of Antonio’s guards. I moved with them, like a ghost in the dark. My training took over. I ducked, dodged, and fired when I saw a clear target. The pistol kicked back in my hand each time I shot, and every shot rang loudly in my ears.My comms crackled. "Left flank clear! Moving to objective!" It was one of Lorenzo's men."Lily's on the second floor, eastern wing!" Lorenzo’s voice, sharp and precise in my earpiece, cut through the noise. "Aryn, stick close! Do not engage unless absolu