All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

Lila Morgan (The Real Lila) The town looks smaller than I remember.Maybe it’s because I’ve been gone too long. Maybe because the shadows of the past don’t seem as big when you’re standing in them again. Or maybe because this time, I’m not running anymore.The taxi slows in front of the cemetery gate, tires crunching on gravel. I thank the driver, step out, and pull my coat tighter. The spring air is cool, not quite warm enough to forget winter, not cold enough to numb the ache in my chest.A part of me does not want to get out of the car, somewhat me stepping on that cemetery ground will simplify that my mother is really gone, and for a few seconds I want to keep on pretending like this is just a bad dream that I will eventually wake up from. Except it's really not, and my mother is really dead. She has been dead for almost eight months now. The last time I was here was exactly five years ago, right before she sent me off to college. We talked everyday, I wanted to visit but we re

Lila Morgan. (The real Lila.)When I agreed to this meet up I was going through a Rollercoaster of emotions after finding out we were practically siblings with the man I had, had a huge crush on for almost half my life and meeting with my biological dad and also finding out my parents had been keeping the most important news from me. But now I wasn't so sure I was ready to do it, meet the woman behind all this chaos. The moment I step into the café, I feel her eyes on me.She’s sitting near the back, tucked in a corner booth like she always used to half hidden, observing, calculating. There’s a calmness to her posture, like she’s been expecting this moment for years. Like she’s had her apology her excuses rehearsed for so long they feel real to her now.But I’m not here for her version of the truth.I’m here for mine.I walk slowly toward her. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, but my steps are steady. She’s thinner than I remember, her face more angular, more sculpted. Her hair is sty

Lena. The last place I ever thought I’d see again was Luca’s house.But here I am, standing in his doorway, feeling like an echo of someone who no longer exists. He opens the door with the kind of caution reserved for ghosts and enemies, and I can’t blame him.I wouldn’t trust me either. Not after everything I had done. “Luca,” I say softly, not daring to step inside until he says so.He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t close the door either.His jaw is tense. He’s wearing the same cologne he always did warm cedar and spice and it hits me like a punch. Every part of him is familiar and unreachable all at once.“You shouldn’t be here,” he says finally.“I know.”“Then why are you?”“Because I owe you the truth. All of it. No more lies. I think you deserve that and I just need you to hear me out.”He studies me for a moment, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to read between the lines of my face. Then, he opens the door a little wider and steps back.I walk in slowly. Each step heavier than

Lena. The knock on my door was relentless, I quickly rushed to open it. I wasn't expecting anyone, it was Luca. I immediately looked at my watch it was almost seven in the morning, what was he doing here so early in the morning and without any notice. Maybe he was here to arrest me finally for everything I had done. I opened the door slowly, and he didn't even wait to be invited in, he just walked past me into the house, holding a folder in his hand. I closed the door behind me and followed him to my living room, all kinds of thoughts going through my mind. He fished through the folder he was holding and removed what looked like a flash disk. The flash drive is small. Plain black plastic. Unassuming. Like it doesn’t contain enough weight to splinter the world I thought I knew.But it does. Luca stands up and starts pacing around the house still holding the drive. He drops it on the kitchen table like it’s a piece of trash. His face is stone hard and unreadable. I can’t tell if