All Chapters of Mafia's Sinful Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gabriella's Pov The morning light peeked through the curtains, soft and quiet like it didn’t want to disturb me. But I was already awake, staring at the empty space beside me in bed. Alessio was gone. Again. I sighed and dragged myself out of bed, trying to shake off the heavy feeling in my chest. My gut whispered that something was off, and I couldn't ignore it any longer.I padded downstairs, heart thudding just a bit faster than usual. The smell of toast and coffee hit me before I saw him. Alessio sat at the dining table, phone pressed to his ear, casually eating breakfast like nothing was wrong in the world. He gave me a nod as I walked in, eyes unreadable."Good morning," I murmured, sliding into the seat across from him.He hung up the call and looked at me. "Did you sleep okay?""Yeah... I guess. Just had a lot on my mind," I replied, trying to sound normal, but my voice cracked a little at the end.He nodded slowly. "If you need anything, you just have to say it."The maid br

Alessio's Pov I slammed the door shut behind me, the echo bouncing off the marble floors of the villa. My steps were heavy, fast. I didn’t even take off my coat. I needed a drink. No, screw that, I deserved one. The whiskey bottle was already on my office shelf, waiting like it knew I'd be back this pissed off.I grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap off, and poured a generous amount into the glass. The amber liquid caught the light for a moment before I downed it in one long gulp. It burned like hell going down, but not nearly as much as the fire that was raging inside my chest.Gabriella.Her voice was still playing on a loop in my head like a damn song I couldn’t turn off."I’ve never been with anyone, Alessio… I’m still a virgin."I couldn’t breathe when she said that. I stood there like a fool, trying to process those words. She looked at me with those big eyes of hers—so honest, so vulnerable—and for a second, everything stopped. I wanted her. God, I wanted her so bad. Every fibe

The sky was beginning to turn golden as the cab Maria was in finally stopped in front of a small, cozy, looking house with white windows and a porch that had potted flowers sitting on the rails. Hidden just a little down the road, Gabriella and Stella sat inside their own cab, watching closely.“There,” Stella whispered, pointing.“I see her,” Gabriella replied, narrowing her eyes. Her tone was calm, but her fingers were drumming nervously on her knee. “We wait till she goes inside.”Maria stepped out of her cab, adjusting the strap of her bag. She glanced over her shoulder once, then walked briskly to the front door and disappeared inside.“Now,” Gabriella said.They got out quietly and walked toward the house. Stella’s heart was racing like a drum in a parade.“Are you sure about this?” Stella asked, tugging on Gabriella’s sleeve.“Yes,” Gabriella said firmly. “But follow my lead. No surprises, okay?”Stella nodded. Gabriella stepped up to the porch and knocked softly. The door cre

The next morning, Gabriella woke up with her heart pounding in her chest, the bitter memory of last night still hanging over her like a storm cloud. She didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want to hear him. Every fiber of her body ached with frustration.Kicking the covers away, she stood and marched over to the balcony. Her eyes scanned the property. Guards. Lots of them. Standing still like statues, guns hanging from their shoulders, eyes constantly sweeping the grounds. It was clear—Alessio wasn’t taking any chances this time. There was no escape.Gabriella let out a deep breath and turned away. The room felt like a golden prison. Big bed, soft rug, polished floor—none of it mattered. It was still a cage.She walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her skin, hoping it would wash off the weight sitting on her chest. She stayed there longer than necessary, not wanting to come out. Not wanting to face what was waiting.A soft knock on the bedroo

Alessio's Pov I sat in my office, my fingers drumming restlessly against the mahogany desk. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but it felt like time was stuck, like it was mocking me. Gabriela's presence lingered in the corners of my mind. I couldn't focus on any other things except her. She was locked upstairs, tucked away behind steel-reinforced doors and top-tier security. Not because I didn’t trust her, but because I didn’t trust the world with her. It was the only choice I had, the only way to keep her safe. Still, I felt guilty . I could almost hear her voice echoing in my mind, asking why I had become her captor.A knock broke me from my trance. Carlo stepped in, looking rigid as always, his face showing little to no emotion. “We’ve got a lead,” he said simply.I nodded my head furiously. “Good. I’ll finish up here. Then we go.”Carlo didn’t ask questions. He never did. That’s what made him invaluable.When the door shut behind him, I leaned back in my chair, letting my