The Mafia’s Feisty Captive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

BELLABianchi led me to the mansion, and the moment I stepped inside, a tight knot twisted in my chest. My eyes instinctively searched the living room, half-expecting to see Vincent lounging on the couch, flipping through documents with that quiet focus he always wore. But he wasn’t there. The room was still.Bianchi came to a halt, turning just slightly as if he were making sure I followed. I wanted so badly to ask him where Vincent was, to break the heavy silence between us, but I couldn’t. He’d already warned me. He’d made it painfully clear that he couldn’t stand the sight of me.And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. His hatred was earned. I destroyed the one person who meant the world to both of us. I broke Vincent. I broke us.Even now, knowing I deserved every bit of Bianchi’s loathing, it still burned. It burned that I couldn’t say I’m sorry. That I couldn’t explain or try to make it right. I’d shattered Vincent’s trust and wounded him in the most unforgivable way. And what did

BELLAI freeze, completely stunned. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.Vincent, he’s here, in this house. After I’ve been waiting for hours, pacing and hoping. It feels like I’m looking at him for the first time in years, not just a week.I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My lips part, but the words, where are they? How do you speak to someone who once knew your heart and now looks like a stranger?He’s staring at me too, eyes wide, caught off guard. But just as quickly, his expression hardens. The softness vanishes, replaced by something cold. Distant.“What are you doing here? Who told you to come in?” His voice was sharp and void of any emotion as he stared at me.That voice.“I just… I wanted to see you. I need to talk to you,” I say, my voice small, and aching.“I have nothing to say to you. You should leave.” His words hit like stones. Hard. Unmoved.Still, I don’t back down. “I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”He lets out a bitter snort like I’m some pathetic joke. “I to

BELLAShe came back in five minutes later, and I looked up from my screen.“Do you need something else?” I asked.“Mr. Castello said it would be best for you to get on your feet or he’ll make you stand for a week,” Amira said.I chuckled dryly. “Tell him I said he can do whatever the fuck he wants, but I’m not going to eat.”Amira nodded and left my room.She came back again, and I sighed.“He said if you don’t come downstairs, you’re never going to school again,” Amira said, and I was taken aback.I had just gotten the chance to start going to school. I couldn’t ruin it over a petty argument. I hated how he tried to control everything about my life. I hated how mean he was to me.I groaned and followed her down the stairs. When I got to the dining table, Vincent was already seated along with the girl.They both looked at me, and she gasped dramatically. “Oh my goodness! Your eyes are so puffy and red. What happened? Is it an allergic reaction? Were you crying?” she asked.Of course,

BELLAI was pissed.Vincent stood there like a statue, letting her spin her ridiculous story while I stood accused. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t defend me. He just watched, jaw clenched, eyes burning with some emotion I couldn’t read, and I didn’t want to.She sat there on the couch, voice all sweet and broken, like she wasn’t the same woman who just threatened to kill me and my unborn child. She looked like a wounded little puppy. And Vincent, like a fool, was falling for it.I hated her.“Bella, why…” he started, but I shot to my feet, not giving him the satisfaction of finishing whatever garbage he had to say.I stormed out of the living room, rage pulsing in my veins. I knew what he was going to say, and I refused to sit there and be scolded like a child while the real manipulator sat pretty, playing her twisted game.“Bella! Get back here!” Vincent’s voice boomed behind me.I didn’t stop. I moved faster, my feet pounding against the stairs, my heartbeat matching the thunder in

BELLAI was drenched in sweat, breath ragged from the morning run with Amira. She’d peeled off to her room the second we stepped into the mansion, leaving me to climb the stairs alone, body aching, mind blank.But as I reached for my door, the one across the hall swung open. I looked up and froze.Fabiola stepped out, draped in barely-there silk, her hair tangled like she’d wrestled sleep all night or someone else.She spent the night in his room.My heart dropped. My hand fell from the doorknob.She noticed me instantly. Her lips curved into a smirk as she slinked toward me, every step deliberate, cruel.“What a night,” she purred with a fake yawn, her voice thick with mockery. “I feel so tired.”I clenched my fists. My jaw, too.“Oh, Bella, I didn’t even see you there,” she added sweetly, standing way too close, her scent heavy in the air. She stretched, arms above her head, letting out a sigh like she was reliving it all.“I feel like I took a ride on a horse… if you get what I mea