Semua Bab The Mafia Debt: Bab 111 - Bab 120

A week later…Today is the day I marry the man who's been my calm in the storm, my anchor when I was lost at sea. Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter in a way that feels so natural, like it's been building up to this moment forever.Am I nervous? Not even a little. The weird thing is, I thought I'd be. But standing here, looking at the dress hanging on the door, I feel... ready. Completely, utterly ready. There's no one to walk me down the aisle, no one to "give me away," but I don't care. I don't need a grand spectacle or an over-the-top ceremony.I just need him.Viktor is out of the hospital now, recovering at home, which makes today feel even more perfect. Everything has fallen into place, and it's time."Need any help with that zipper?" Emma asks, poking her head through the door. She's been my rock these past few weeks, helping me plan everything."God, yes," I laugh, turning my back to her. "How's everyone doing?""Viktor’s complaining about his suit," she says, caref

Cassian's POVI watch her out of the corner of my eye as I steer us away from the airport. Aria's head leans against the window, her eyes closed, but there's something off about her silence. She looks exhausted, sure, but there's something else. I know her better than anyone, and this—this isn't just post-vacation blues."You okay?" I ask, breaking the silence.She shifts slightly, opening her eyes just a crack. "I'm fine," she mumbles. "Just tired."Fine. It's the word she uses when something's really not fine. But I let it go, for now. Maybe she's just jet-lagged from the honeymoon."You sure?" I glance at her again. Her hand rests on her stomach, almost subconsciously. "I can stop somewhere, grab us something to eat. You barely touched anything on the flight."Her head rolls to the side, a small smile playing on her lips, though her eyes remain closed. "No food. Just want to sleep."I'm still not convinced, but it softens my worry for now. I reach over, giving her thigh a gentle sq

I'm tangled in Cassian's arms, his body radiating heat against my bare skin. His fingers trace idle patterns on my still flat stomach, though I know that won't last much longer."What are you thinking about?" I ask, watching his face. He looks so peaceful in these early morning moments.He doesn't answer immediately, just continues those gentle circles on my skin. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough with sleep. "About how different everything is now."I turn to face him, my hair fanning across the pillow. "Good different or bad different?""Good." He smiled. "Definitely good."My stomach lurches suddenly, that all-too-familiar wave of nausea washing over me. I grimace, trying to breathe through it.Cassian notices immediately. "Again?""Morning sickness should be called all-day sickness," I mutter, swallowing hard. "False advertising."He brushes my hair back from my face. "Want me to get you more crackers?""No, I'm okay." I take a deep breath, willing the nausea to pass. "Thi

AriaSwitzerland is everything I never knew I needed. I stand by the window, watching as sunlight glitters across the lake in diamond patterns. The mountains rise like gentle giants in the distance, their peaks dusted with snow even in late spring. This place feels like it exists in a world separate from the one we left behind so peaceful, untouched and safe."You okay?" Cassian's voice comes from behind me, his footsteps nearly silent on the wooden floors.I nod, my hands resting on my swollen belly. "Just thinking about how different everything is now."Our home is nothing like I would have expected from Cassian. It's small and cozy rustic two-story cottage with weathered wood beams, wide windows, and a stone fireplace. The furniture is soft and comfortable, clearly chosen with my pregnancy in mind. Nothing like the sleek, modern penthouse we left behind."Different good?" He wraps his arms around me from behind, his hands joining mine on my stomach."Different perfect," I murmur,

The private room was tucked away in a building that looked like it hadn't seen the light of day in years. Perfect for these kinds of meetings…far from prying eyes, with soundproof walls and thick, tinted windows. Viktor and Xander had already swept the area. Everything was clear.I stepped inside, greeted by Viktor's silent nod and Xander's usual stoic demeanor. They were as loyal as they came, and I trusted them with my life. Which, in this line of work, was no small thing."Bernard's waiting inside," Xander said, leaning against the wall. "Been pacing for a while now. Got a real smug look on his face."I nodded, my jaw tight. "Let's change that, then."Xander opened the door, and I stepped inside the dimly lit room. Bernard was sitting at the far end of the table, his arms casually draped over the back of his chair like he had all the time in the world. Looking far too comfortable for a man who should've known better.Middle-aged, with a gut that spoke of too many years spent behin