All Chapters of Substitute Bride for the Mafia Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ava 6 YEARS LATER I can't believe this is happening. My only friend, Judas, who I thought would be there for me during my toughest times, turned out to be the very monster I always feared. He actually put a gun in my face right in front of my kids and forced us into a van. I'm overwhelmed with so many emotions right now that I can't even pick one. I'm scared out of my mind, but I have to stay strong for my kids. I glance back at them from the front seat and see my little girl and boy terrified, clinging to each other, sometimes shutting their eyes tight when fear hits them. It makes me so angry and breaks my heart to see them like this; they shouldn't have to feel scared. Their big eyes are filled with tears, and their little cheeks are marked with tear tracks, just waiting for me to comfort them. Six years ago, I found out I was pregnant and hoped Riccardo would come back, but he never did. I waited two weeks before asking my brother to send him the divorce papers, and then I lef

Ava Judas strolled over to Anrico and Massimo, then shot Riccardo a wicked grin. "De Lucca, meet Anrico and Massimo." He yanked Massimo by his hair, pulling him closer to the screen. "Looks just like you, huh?” I wanted to mess this guy up real bad, but honestly, it wouldn't do much for me. He let go of Massimo and grabbed a handful of Anrico's hair. She whimpered while Massimo growled, and I struggled against the ropes binding my hands. "This little girl looks just like her hot mom, but in a kid's body; I wouldn't mind it though." He licked her face and said, "This girl is just a bonus; I love me some young girls." "Let her go, asshole!" I yelled. This was not how I wanted my kids to meet their dad, but if we survive this, I'm going to make Judas pay. No, I’ll torture him first, then kill him. "What’s it going to be, De Lucca?" "What do you want?" Riccardo growled. "I want Bento De Lucca. That bastard killed my little brother, and now I'm going to kill your little brother," Jud

Ava Oh Lord, the way he said it makes me go weak. It’s been a long time since I had him inside of me. "Riccardo," I said, hating how breathless I sounded but dammit, he makes my heart skip a beat He chuckled, knowing the affect he has on me "Are you cold, baby girl?" he asked "Yea, its a little chilly in here" I said, wanting to rub my arms but kept them around my kids so they can have my body warmth "Amore—" I threw one hand up, cutting him off, "SHHH!!!" "What's wrong?" he growled “I hear something,” I replied as I placed the children carefully on the ground. I got up and walked toward the door and placed my ear on the door, listening. I tried to open the door but it's locked. looks like it can only open from the outside "Get the fuck away from the door," Riccardo growled I stand there, ear to door; they are having a party while my children are down here getting cold. "Fucking bastard," I muttered "What the fuck's wrong?" Riccardo growled once again sounding impatient "N

Ava I was sprawled out on my back in the hotel bed, with Anrico and Massimo on either side of me, our legs all tangled up. One of them had their hand under their cheek while the other rested on my stomach. I couldn't help but think about what happened last night. FLASHBACK: In the end, I ended up winning at rock paper scissors. I decided to head left, away from the music. As I made my way down this ridiculously long hallway, I came across three doors. It felt like a scene from a Mario game—pick the wrong door and who knows what could happen. I approached the first door, pressed my ear against it, and heard some moaning. I quickly pulled back. Holding my kids' hands, I moved to the next door, listened in, and heard nothing. I opened it to find complete darkness. It could be a room with someone sleeping inside. I quietly closed that door. Naturally, it had to be the last door. I hurried to the final door, flung it open, and just stood there, frozen. There are three guys with a girl

Ava "There’s no 'us' anymore, Riccardo. We’re divorced, and you made that choice when you pushed me away," I said, holding back tears. I refused to let him see me cry. After holding the twins at their birth, I promised myself I wouldn’t shed another tear over their father. He smirked at me. "Divorce?" he asked, a playful grin on his face. "Yes, the papers I sent you to sign. What’s so funny about that?" He shook his head, chuckling, "Oh, Amore, I have a surprise for you." "Look, I don’t have time for your games. You wanted to talk, so let’s talk," I replied, determined not to get caught up in his antics this time. "Fine, why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?" I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Because I wasn’t ready to hear your harsh words again. You made your feelings clear that day. Why would I tell you?" I wanted to share the news. I was on my way to see him when I spotted him with another woman, laughing together. In that moment, I realized he never loved