All Chapters of Mafia's Sinful Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alessio's PovI was boiling inside. Gabriella had just accused my uncle of something terrible. I couldn’t even process it properly, it felt like a punch straight to the gut. I slammed my palm against my desk, the sting of pain burning me a little. How dare she say that about him? My uncle may not be perfect, but he wasn't a monster. No,” I growled under my breath, running a hand through my hair. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”I hadn’t heard from him since that mess in New York. That night still haunted me, the blood, the screaming, the chaos. It reminded me of that night, the night my parents passed. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. One ring. He picked up."Alessio," his voice came through, weak but familiar. "Uncle, how are you? Are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound calm, but I knew my voice was tight."I’m managing, boy. I'm healing slowly." He let out a breath. "What’s wrong? You don’t usually call unless something’s wrong.”I exhaled, releasing a breath.

Gabriella’s Pov "Amelia," I whispered, shifting slightly to glance at her "Are you awake?"She groaned, then coughed. "Yeah... I think so. My head is killing me."“Mine too,” I muttered, blinking hard. “How long do you think we’ve been here?”“No idea,” she replied, her voice shaking. I looked down, struggling against the ropes, and that’s when I saw it.An old, rusted knife lying just a few inches from my hand.My heart raced.“I think… I think I can get us out,” I whispered quickly. “There’s a knife here.”“What?” she gasped. “Gabriella, no. What if they come back? What if they catch you?”“We’ll be dead either way if we don’t move,” I said, my fingers stretching toward the knife. It scraped against the floor. “We’re not waiting around for a miracle. Hold stillz I’m getting us out.”It took what felt like forever, my fingers aching, sweat pouring down my back, but the rope finally gave way with a rough snap. I barely breathed. My wrists were raw and red, but I didn’t care.I spun

Gabriella’s PovI sat there, motionless, staring blankly at the white hospital wall, but in my mind, all I could see was Amelia. Her face. Her eyes. The way they took her, so violently, so suddenly, it kept replaying over and over like a broken record I couldn’t shut off. My heart ached in a way I didn’t know was possible. I felt numb, cold. Nothing could distract me from the pain that had settled into my bones.When the doctor walked back into the room, I barely registered his words. Something about being discharged. His voice was calm, too calm, like none of this had happened, like Amelia hadn’t been ripped from my life just hours ago.Alessio was the one who responded. He always was. Always in control, always taking charge. He walked over to me and spoke softly, “Come on. Let’s go home.”I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything. He helped me up, so gentle with his touch, as if I’d shatter into pieces if he wasn’t careful. Maybe I would. He walked me to the car, opened the door,

Gabriella's Pov I slammed the wardrobe door harder than I should’ve, a sharp crack echoing through the quiet room. I was angry, no, furious. My chest still burned from the way Alessio had handled everything with Stephanie, like I was invisible. Like I was nothing.He didn’t even try to explain himself.The moment I walked in on them whispering out on the balcony, something in me snapped. Stephanie stood too close. He didn’t stop her. And even though I had turned and walked away without a word, I was dying inside. I had been ever since.I shoved another dress into the suitcase, biting my lip to keep the tears from falling. He didn’t even follow me. Didn’t even bother to check if I was okay.“Gabs,” Ariel's voice pulled me from my storm of thoughts. She leaned against the doorframe, her expression soft and careful, like she knew I was one second from breaking. “You need to calm down.”I gave her a sharp look. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”“I’m just saying,” she walked in and sat on the

Alessio's Pov I woke up to the faint sound of waves crashing outside the window, sunlight seeping through the linen curtains, warming the edge of the bed. Gabriela lay beside me, her back rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, tangled and soft like silk. I didn’t move. I just stared at her, like an idiot, tracing every curve of her face with my eyes, trying to memorize the way her lips parted slightly in sleep, the way she looked peaceful… untouched by all the chaos. But of course, peace never lasted long.My phone buzzed, the nose sharp and loud. I flinched. Gabriela stirred, mumbling something I couldn’t catch. I reached over the nightstand and grabbed it. It was Vicenzo.My anger flared. If course it had to be one of these motherfuckers. “Yeah?” I whispered, stepping out of the bed quietly.“You need to come home. Now,” he said.“What happened?”“Just get here. I’m at the house. I’ll explain when you get here.”The line cut. Just like that