All Chapters of THE MAFIA’s BROKEN BRIDE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELENA“You are where!?” I pushed my phone farther from my ear as Alessia screamed from the other end of the line.“On my way to New York.” I repeated myself as I dragged my suitcase in one hand and held my phone in the other. The Airport was busy, people strode in and out. Families hugging themselves as one of them departs. I dragged my suitcase to the checking point. “I will call you back.” I ended the call and stood to be checked. I knew it was a stupid idea to pack my bags and leave without informing anyone. But there was no turning back now. “Your bag ma’am.” The security demanded. I pushed my hand bag towards her and waited for the search to be over.Finally, I was cleared and I went to check in. Right on cue, Alessia called me back.“Why did you end the call?”“I was about to be searched,” I replied as I watched my suitcase being wrapped.“Wait. You’re not joking?” “No, I am not.” I can almost see her face right now. The shock on it would be so funny.“How did you pay for

ELENAThe text from Alessandro had disorientated my thoughts. I contemplated if I should answer it or just ignore it. I knew ignoring him was playing with fire but I did anyway.I was suddenly in the mood for a drink, so I got dressed in a casual gown. Nothing too much for a late night drink.I got to the bar, found a seclusive spot and sat down. My drink came seconds later and I sipped while looking around the bar.I had intentionally left my phone, I didn’t know what I was going to do if he had texted me again. “Is this seat taken?” A voice said behind me.I inwardly sighed. I just wanted to be on my own.I turned towards him, a smile plastered on my face. “Alex!” I stared at him, shocked to see him here. How is he here?“Hi, Elena. You can imagine my surprise, seeing you here, all alone.”“If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re stalking me,” I chuckled, but it wasn’t funny. There’s only so many ‘coincidences’ one can believe.“You beat me to it,” he said, half smiling. “ I w

ELENAThe hotel room felt colder than it had before. “Ten minutes,” Alessandro said from the doorway, his hands holding his door open. “Don’t make me come back for you.” He didn’t wait for a response. The door clicked shut behind him, I stood there for a second longer, heart pounding. I clenched my fist in anger but still, I packed. Fast.I had no time to arrange them. Shoes, clothes, make ups. everything was shoved inside my bag. By the time I was done, I heard the elevator chimed. He must be out. I gave the room a last glance making sure I wasn’t forgetting anything. Before opening the door and leaving.I came and stood beside me as we waited for the elevator. He stretched his hands for my bag and I handed it over to him.The car was outside, waiting.We didn’t speak on the ride to the airstrip. On the jet, everything reeked of him. Leather seats, expensive cologne.I tried not to look at him. Failed.He was staring out the window, jaw tight, fingers tapping against his armrest

ELENAThe morning sunlight leaked through the curtains. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched my body. My limbs felt heavy but not in a painful way, just tired. Sitting up, I exhaled and reached for my phone in my nightstand. I needed to go visit the hospital. After yesterday, I wanted to make sure everything is fine. I texted Alessia.Me: Can you come with me to the hospital today? I wanted to my antenatal check-up.Alessia: Of Course. I will be there in an hour. I placed the phone back down and dragged myself to the bathroom. The bathwater scent a reminder of last night. The memory of Alessandro’s hand on me, gentle. Soft. I shoved the thoughts down. I showered and got dressed in a loose beige gown. My hair was packed in a ponytail. I made my way downstairs where one of the staff handed me my breakfast. “Thank you,” I said and sat down to eat. I barely finished it before Alessia arrived, her dark sunglasses and blunt red bob making her look as intimidating as she is.“You look

ELENATwo months came by faster than I expected. My belly had grown round and low. Every movement was made carefully. I don’t go out much these days, I sit here in my art studio painting all day.I had found a perfect piece to paint. It goes well with the theme of the art exhibition. ‘A replica of Mother Nature.’ A large canvas sat upright on the easel, I had decided a mother and a child painting was the perfect thing to paint. The woman on the canvas had her back to the viewers, holding a baby to her chest. The mother’s hair was long and red falling around her face. And though I hadn’t painted the baby yet, I find myself staring at the unfinished space where the baby should be. I zone out a lot these days. I dipped my brush and touched it to the canvas, but paused. My hand hover mid air, suddenly trembling. I felt a slow ache at my lower back. I shifted on the stool and placed a hand on my belly.Just a Braxton hick I told myself. They've been happening more lately. My due date wa