Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Elizabeth’s POV I stood in the small room at the back of the chapel, my hands trembling as I smoothed the simple white dress over my hips. The fabric was soft, nothing fancy, just the way I wanted it. The mirror in front of me showed a woman I barely recognized, pale, with dark circles under her eyes from too many sleepless nights, but there was a spark there too, something hopeful. Today was my wedding day, and despite everything Richard, the attacks, the betrayals, I was marrying Adam. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and love, as I adjusted the thin veil pinned to my hair.The chapel was tucked away on the outskirts of Naples, old stone walls covered in ivy, hidden from the world. Adam had insisted on keeping it small and secure, and I didn’t argue. After the safehouse attack, I understood why. Raphael and his men had swept the place a dozen times, and I could hear their low voices outside, checking the perimeter. It should’ve felt suffocating, but today, it just felt like prot

I woke up screaming, my heart hammering like it was trying to break free. Richard’s face was burned into my mind, his cold eyes glaring, his hands reaching for me. .I saw my father’s body crumpled on the floor, blood pooling, and Lance’s voice begging for forgiveness. It wasn’t real, but it felt like it, so sharp I could barely breathe. I clutched the sheets, my skin slick with sweat, the Amalfi Coast villa’s bedroom spinning around me.“Elizabeth!” Adam’s voice cut through, his hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently. “Hey, it’s me. You’re okay. It’s just a dream.”I blinked, his face coming into focus in the moonlight. His eyes were wide, worried, his hair a mess from sleep. I was shaking, my throat raw. “It was Richard,” I said, my voice rough. “He was here. And my dad… he was dead again. Lance was there, saying he was sorry.”Adam pulled me into his arms, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. “He’s gone,” he said, his voice firm. “Richard’s locked up. Lance too. They can

Elizabeth POVThe letter from the Naples court lay open in front of me, its words blurring as I read them again. Lily’s trial was starting tomorrow. They wanted me to testify, to tell the world how my best friend betrayed me to Richard, how she nearly got me killed. My stomach churned, and I pressed a hand to my belly, feeling the slight curve where our baby was growing. I didn’t know if I could face her again, not after everything.Adam walked in, his hair still wet from the shower, his face serious as he saw the letter. “You’re still thinking about it?” he asked, sitting across from me.I nodded, my fingers tracing the edge of the paper. “They need me to testify. To talk about what she did. But I don’t know if I can.”He leaned forward, his eyes steady on mine. “You don’t have to. You’ve been through enough. Let the lawyers handle it.”I shook my head, my throat tight. “It’s not that simple. She was my friend, Adam. I trusted her. If I don’t speak, it’s like I’m letting her get aw

ELIZABETH’S POVI stood at the edge of the training yard behind the villa, the late afternoon sun hot on my skin. The Amalfi Coast stretched out below, all blue water and cliffs, but my eyes were glued to the men in front of me. Raphael was barking orders at a group of new recruits, young guys with hard faces and tense shoulders. They were practicing with knives, moving fast, metal flashing as they paired off in mock fights. The sound of grunts and steel clashing made my stomach twist. This was Adam’s world, and it hit me harder than ever that our baby would be born into it.Adam stood next to me, his arms crossed, watching the recruits like a hawk. He’d been quiet all day, ever since Raphael told him they needed new blood to replace the men they’d lost or exiled. I could feel the weight on him, the way he carried every decision like a stone. I wanted to reach for his hand, but I held back, my mind stuck on the violence in front of us.“Move faster!” Raphael shouted, grabbing one r

ELIZABETH POVI sat on the edge of the bed in our Amalfi villa, my hands clasped tight in my lap, the morning light barely breaking through the heavy curtains. My stomach churned, not just from the baby growing inside me but from the fear that hadn’t left since Giovanni’s visit yesterday. The Russo family’s envoy had threatened me, and Adam’s refusal to give up the ports had left a dark cloud over us. I could feel it in the air, thick and heavy, like something bad was coming.Adam was at the desk, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and sharp as he talked to Raphael. I didn’t need to hear the words to know he was planning something dangerous.He hung up and turned to me, his face hard, eyes cold. “Raphael’s got intel,” he said. “The Russos are moving. They’re not waiting for an answer.”I stood, my heart racing. “What does that mean? What are they doing?”“They sent a message,” he said, his voice tight. “Through one of our guys. They say if I don’t hand over the ports by tom