All Chapters of THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You look so beautiful,” Zia(aunt) Maria said, admiration evident in her voice.The living room buzzed with activities, and guests filled the space. Laughter and chatter make this feel like this was a normal wedding, but I doubt my parents will tell people they are selling off their youngest daughter.“Why are you standing there moping?”mamma's voice cut through the noise. “Finish up. We will leave soon.”Sighing, I went to my room and grabbed my phone.Messages flooded my phone, friends congratulating me on the wedding, gushing about how I got to be the one to finally marry Alessandro DeLuca . If only they knew.“We should get going”, Alessia said, stepping into my room. “Papà is getting impatient.”I exhaled, grabbed my purse and followed her.In the car, I grateful to sit beside Alessia, away from the endless talks of how fortunate I supposedly was. These people know about Alessandro’s doings, so why is everyone acting like it’s a blessing to marry someone that kills people that c

ALESSANDRO Elena was late.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the car seat, my jaw tightening as I waited. This must be a way of her rebelling against me. Childish I must say.I pulled out my phone to call her but remembered I didn’t have her number. Annoyed, I debated sending the driver inside to fetch her, when the door finally swung open.she walked out gracefully, suitcase in hand, dressed in one of the many outfits I had bought her. The ones she didn’t appreciate.“You’re late”, I said as she opened the car and slid in.“Yes, I am”. She replied smoothly, completely unfazed.“Give me your number”. I pushed my phone towards her and she took it, entered the number and handed it back to me.“Let’s go”. I ordered the driver, tucking my phone in my breast pocket.“Next time, I won’t be so patient to wait for you, you will simply meet me there”.Silence.The drive to the airport was quick, My private jet was already prepped. The captain was waiting to collect our bags. As we boarded,

ELENAThe vibration of my phone startled me from sleep.I sat up, looking around the room. no sign of movement to show someone was here with me. He had left.I heaved a sigh of relief, after what he did yesterday, his face was the last thing I wanted to see this morning. I rose up, arranged the bed and was on my way out when something caught my eye.A fileCuriosity got the better of me, a file. I picked it up, my name etched in bold letters across the front. My heart pounded as I flipped it open. The moment I did, several photographs slipped from its pages, fluttering on the floor. I crouched down, gathering them in trembling hands.My breath hitched They were pictures of me taken over the past two months. Me with Alessia. Me with college friends. Me in places I hadn’t realized I was being watched.A sick feeling twisted in my stomachHad he been keeping tabs on me all this while?Suddenly, I felt exposed. Like unseen eyes were watching me. My gaze searched the room looking for hidd

ELENAI knew better than to question him, the way he spoke, the tone of his voice, he terrified me. I had no choice but to obey.I sat in the car, silent, my knees pressed tightly together as I gripped my phone.What has Papà done this time?. I quickly sent a text to Alessia:“What’s happening”Her reply came almost instantly:“I don’t understand.”Confusion clawed at me. isn’t she aware? My eyes met Alessandro’s at the rearview mirror. but I quickly looked away. he said nothing, his gaze fixed in the road, his jaw clenched.I typed again:“What has Papà done this time that has Alessandro fuming?. We are driving over to the house now.”When I got no response, I knew she had gone to tell them. I placed my phone on my lap and watched as we neared the estate. My pulse quickened, a desperate prayer in my mind: please let nothing go wrong.The gates of my parents’ house came into view. I unfastened my seatbelt, ready to be free of the confined space with him.He parked outside the gate

ALESSANDRO “How is he?” I asked one of my men as he stepped into my office, the events of yesterday still fresh in my mind.“The surgery was successful. He’s recovering in the ICU.”“Did you capture him?” I stood up from my chair, my blood simmering. The bastard who’d put Lorenzo in that state wasn’t going scot-free. And I knew Moretti wouldn’t mind handing him over to me.Lorenzo might seem like just one of my men, but he was more than that. He’d worked for my family since he was a kid. His parents had been employed by my father. loyal to the bone until they tragically passed away in an accident. He’s the only one I truly consider a friend. And I don’t let anyone mess with someone close to me without consequences.“You can go,” I gestured for him to leave and turned back to my paperwork.“And sir…” he hesitated at the door, hand on the handle.“What?”“Your wife went with her family.” And with that, he left.I picked up my phone, checking for any messages from her. something, anyt