All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LilaThe house was so quiet when we got home that it felt almost unreal.Like everything that had happened was just a terrible dream I would wake from any moment.But the silence wasn’t the kind that gave you peace.It was the kind that pressed against your ribs until it hurt to breathe.Luca wheeled himself into the living room ahead of me. He didn’t say anything at first, just parked near the big window overlooking the garden and let his head fall back against the leather headrest.The afternoon sun slanted through the glass in long, pale bars.I stood in the entryway, my arms folded across my stomach, feeling like an intruder in my own life.Like maybe I didn’t belong here in this beautiful house with these people who had somehow become my family.I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now.How I was supposed to fill the space that used to be my mother.My throat closed, and I turned away, pressing a hand over my mouth.I felt Luca’s gaze on me even before he spoke.“Come here.”Hi

LilaThe house felt different when I walked through the door.I knew that was impossible. Nothing had actually changed in the last few hours. The same art hung on the walls. The same heavy silence weighed on the rooms.But it felt like everything was holding its breath. Like the walls themselves knew that my mother was gone.Luca reached for my hand as soon as we stepped inside.“Do you want me to stay?” he asked quietlyHis voice was gentle, almost tentative in a way that never failed to break something open in me.Part of me wanted to say yes. To have him here beside me where it felt safe.But another part the part that was raw and scraped clean just needed to be alone for a minute.“I think I…just need a little time,” I said. My voice was hoarse.He studied me for a moment, his thumb brushing over the back of my knuckles.“Okay,” he said at last, though I could see it cost him to agree. “I’ll be in my study if you need me.”“I know.”He released my hand and turned his wheelchair dow

LilaDinner felt like the last normal thing holding us all together.We hadn’t had many evenings like this just the four of us sitting around the long dining table, pretending we were something close to a family.Anna had cooked herself. She said it helped her feel useful, though I’d caught her wiping her eyes more than once as she stirred the sauce on the stove.The food smelled wonderful, rich and comforting but I couldn’t eat much. My appetite had deserted me days ago.Still, I tried.I owed it to the baby.And to Luca, who watched me like every bite I took was a small victory.He was at the head of the table in his wheelchair, dressed in dark slacks and a black sweater that made his eyes look impossibly blue. He looked tired more tired than I’d ever seen him but when our gazes met, he managed a faint smile.“Eat a little more,” he murmured when I set my fork down.I shook my head. “I will in a minute.”Beside him, Alex reached for his wineglass. His tie was loosened, and there was

AlexI hadn’t thought anything could shock me anymore.Not after everything we’d lived through these past months.The accident.Our father’s death.The funeral that felt more like a performance than any kind of farewell.But when I walked in and saw that woman Lena standing in our foyer, I knew I’d been wrong.Because the way Luca said it, Your sister landed in the center of my chest like a hammer.And when she turned and walked away, leaving the door yawning open behind her, I felt something in me snap.Lila moved first, crossing the room to push the door closed with a soft click.She looked at me over her shoulder, her face pale.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, like any of this was her fault.I shook my head wordlessly.When I looked back at Luca, he was staring straight ahead, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break his own teeth.He didn’t say anything.Didn’t look at me.Just sat there, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair until his knuckles went white.“Say something,” I

LucaFor the longest time, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.I didn’t know how long we stood there, the three of us frozen in that hallway.Lila’s hand was warm on my shoulder, grounding me even as my heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I’d never meant to hurt Alex.I’d never meant to carry the truth about Lena alone.But part of me had always been convinced that telling him telling anyone would make it more real. That it would somehow prove my father’s life had always been built on rot and secrets.And now, all of it was out.Lena was real.Alive.And she had come here looking for something I didn’t even know if I could give her.Family.I didn’t know when Anna stepped closer.Didn’t realize she’d moved until I felt the brush of her hand against my cheek.It was such a simple gesture something she used to do when I was small and feverish and afraid.It almost undid me.I closed my eyes, exhaling shakily.When I spoke, my voice sounded raw in