All Chapters of The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Darcy]“This yard is too exposed. You should talk at home,” Scott scanned around us. He signaled for my cousin and me to walk to the porch first.I complied. It was quiet, but that didn't guarantee there wasn't someone somewhere pointing a gun at me. We walked up to the front door. A man opened it. He smiled kindly at Taylor and me.Scott cleared his throat when the man frowned at him. “Lionel, let me introduce you. These are Darcy Wyndham and Taylor Bailey.”I extended my hand to the man. “Darcy Bailey,” I corrected.Lionel smiled as he returned my handshake. “Lionel Dupont at your service, Mrs. Sinclair Wyndham,” he said.Taylor chuckled. “Darcy Wyndham sounds sexier,” she teased.“Shut up, Tay,” I said irritably.“Would you like to see your room?” Lionel asked.“Not now. My cousin and I need to talk. Is there a room where no one will disturb us?” I looked around me.The house was magnificent and modern on the outside. The inside was equally fashionable. It looked like Sinclair rep

“Hi, Darcy,” the beautiful woman greeted me kindly.“Hi,” I replied in confusion.Lionel directed the servants towards the room behind the door closest to the entrance. I invited the woman to follow them. The maids placed box after large box on the floor, couches, and tables. Three of the woman's assistants joined us.“Would you like some tea?” Lionel asked politely.“Yes, please,” the guest replied. She turned to me. “Don't look at me like that, Darcy. Sit down. We should get to work so I don't have to pay my assistant overtime.”The three women chuckled at that. They took clothes from a large box and held them in front of their bodies. I gaped at the beautiful clothes. It had been a long time since I had witnessed such a sight.“I couldn't bring a model to show off these dresses, but I brought your size. I guarantee these will fit you.” The woman looked at my body. “You're still the same size, right?”“Irene, I can't afford this stuff,” I whispered. “And how do you know I'm here?”S

[Sinclair]Having dinner with her felt natural because I used to have breakfast with her at her apartment. We had only been married for a few hours, but the things I was worried about didn't happen. There was no excessive drama between us.Did that only happen to couples who married for love? Darcy and I were from a class where people couldn't choose their life partners. We got married for the benefit of the company and family. It was also why she and Cullen got married.After the meal, we headed to the front room to meet our guests. Darcy's goal was her son. I knew she wouldn't use her monthly allowance to buy luxury items like she used to.Darcy was my tool for revenge. She must not be inferior in appearance to any woman. After clothes, she needed jewelry to improve her status. People wouldn't care about her widow status when they knew she was my wife.Having a wife was costly. I should have stuck to my plan of not getting married. But I could get the money within a week. Sleeping w

[Darcy]I saw the cut marks on his forearm and suspected he had other wounds on his body. But I didn't expect it to be that big. The wound on his right chest was far from the heart. I had no idea what it was.The big, more nasty scar was on his upper left shoulder. I saw the gunshot wound in the movie. His scar was worse than that. The scar didn't resemble the burn scar on my sister's face. What kind of life did he live?We slept together a few times, but he never had nightmares. He wasn't delirious either. I would hear it no matter how deeply I slept. A person who had so many wounds on his body would have trauma. How could his soul heal without a trace?“Mrs. Wyndham,” Scott called out, breaking my reverie. “Let's go to your seat.”“Ah, yes,” I said.Errol welcomed us and invited Sinclair to follow his secretary. Neil accompanied his boss while Scott looked after me. I strolled over to the row of seats under the canopy. I recognized all the guests.Some looked at me intently and sear

[Sinclair]I followed Darcy with my eyes as the medics took her to one of the empty exam rooms. Another team took me to the room beside it. They checked my condition. As expected, my legs, thighs, and back were bruised from the impact of the water surface.The helicopter was too far from the river, but we had no choice. It was better to be injured than to die in vain. Scott, Neil, and the pilot were safe. That was my only priority. The insurance would help repair or replace the helicopter. So, the company didn't lose much.I suspected two major groups did it: Joaquin and Giovanni. Joaquin wasn't a coward. I wouldn't be surprised if he dared to challenge me after the incident at his house. The family was everything to him. He would protect them at all costs.Giovanni hated me because of a misunderstanding. He didn't want to hear my explanation and believed his men's confession. Unfortunately, I had no evidence to corroborate my statement. Therefore, he chose to believe his confidant.“W