Semua Bab Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Bab 91 - Bab 100

“Sign them over to me.” For a moment, I thought my ears were ringing, that I had heard something wrong. First, I can't believe Nikolai has transferred his property into my name without telling me, and now Marco wants me to sign it over to him. Why? I realized my hands were trembling when I felt a large, rough hand cover my palm. It was my father's. He looked at me and nodded reassuringly. He already knew about it, and he also wanted the same from me. How could I not know about my own life and the things happening to me? They gave me a few minutes of silence to understand the entire situation. Then Marco spoke again, "Alessia, I know you are pregnant, and we shouldn't give you too much stress, but this can't wait any longer." He sighed. His tone was very soft, as if he were speaking to a child. "Alessia, before taking you away from us, Nikolai snatched the throne of Mafia king from Dad. It is only because of him that our mother is not with us." Marco's gaze flicke

"Where are you going?" My feet came to a halt when I heard Marco's voice. I turned around to face him. I couldn't forget the way he had shouted at me in the study. He is my elder brother. I have always respected him, but that doesn’t mean he can shout at me. I don’t give this right to anyone. "I don’t believe I’m obligated to answer every question you throw at me, Marco. I’m not accountable to you.” I folded my arms across my chest and looked directly into his eyes. His jaw clenched and fists tightened. It was quite clear he didn’t like what I said, but still he kept his voice neutral, not allowing his feelings to reflect through his tone. "I understand that you are an adult with your own rights, but you are living under my protection and..." “Under my father's protection,” I corrected sharply, cutting him off. His eyes darkened, and his head tilted just slightly to the side—an old habit of his whenever he didn’t like what the other person had just said. It was subtl

My fingers dug into my lap, and I sat frozen in my place as I waited for him to speak. I had been waiting to hear the truth for so long."Yes, this is the truth: because of me, we lost the child." My breath hitched. "But I wasn't directly responsible for it." My eyebrows drew in confusion. Nikolai leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the table. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him. "You may not remember it, but I know your heart has realized how deeply we were in love with each other once." "We were living a happy life together. We created our small little world without caring about others. And then..." He smiled. "We got the greatest news of our lives: that you were pregnant." I blinked, and a gasp escaped my throat as I tried to think about it. My head spun, and frustration grew when I couldn't remember anything. "But our happiness caught an evil eye. The doctor said that you weren't fit to carry a child." I swallowed hard. "But you still wan

“Would you have believed me if I told you that it was your father who attacked us?” “What the hell are you saying, Nikolai?!” My voice came out louder than I intended. My father had always raised me with love and protected me like his most precious treasure. He always said my happiness was his top priority. He couldn't—he wouldn't—try to kill me. Until now, I had believed everything he told me: about the baby, about my family keeping me away from Nikolai because he was a rival. But this? This was too much. Nikolai let out a bitter chuckle. “I knew it, Alessia, I knew it,” he smiled. “You will never believe that your father was a traitor. He attacked us…” He breathed, “and he is the reason that today your mother is not with you.” My heart skipped a beat. My head spun, and suddenly it became hard for me to breathe. “When you meet with an accident, you not only lose our child but your memory too. The doctor said that you can regain the memory with time, but he strictly aske

"Goodbye, my love." His words sounded broken and fragile, as if he were trying to hold on to the shattered pieces of his soul. I felt a sharp tug at my heart when he slowly stood up. He gave me one last look before turning around and walking away, and my body still couldn't move. My chest felt too heavy to breathe. My eyes were stinging with tears. My lips were wobbling, my heart was crying, yet I couldn't do anything to stop him. I was trapped—trapped in the cage of my own pain and emotions. My eyes closed, and my hands shot to my head. My eyes closed on their own, and now I could see everything clearly, very clearly. This time, it wasn't just broken silhouettes or blurred visions; it was clear. Painfully, excruciatingly clear. I saw everything from my past: the sweet moments with Nikolai, the laughter, the soft kisses, the dreams we used to share for our future. I remembered the way he used to place his hands on my belly, speaking to the little life growing inside me wi