บททั้งหมดของ A Marriage with the Mafia Prince: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Desperation makes people do crazy things.Alyssa Hart doesn’t know yet just how far she’s willing to go. But she’s close, far too close, to finding out.Her laptop screen flickers in the dark, the only source of light in her cramped apartment. The walls are thin, the air still, and outside, the city hums with life she’s not part of. Inside, she’s a statue—hunched over, silent, eyes dry from scrolling job listings for the fifth straight hour.Each listing is a dead end. Everything worthwhile demands experience she doesn’t have, degrees she can’t afford. The low-wage jobs are worse—every one flooded with desperate people just like her.Her shoulders ache from sitting so long. The back of her neck burns from tension. But still, she keeps clicking, refreshing, hoping.The stress is a weight in her chest, dull and constant. Heavy like grief. Or guilt.She leans back, closes her eyes, and tries to breathe. Just for a second.But her mind won’t let her rest.The hospital bills are due. Again

The door to Alyssa’s apartment creaks open and slams shut behind her, the sound echoing in the small space like a gunshot.She stands in the entryway, coat still on, purse still clutched to her chest like it might keep her grounded. Her legs feel like concrete, and her thoughts are stuck on a loop: This is real. It’s happening. I said yes—or maybe I didn’t. But I didn’t say no. And now it’s happening, she thinks.Her phone buzzes in her pocket. Again.Carmen.Of course it’s her.Alyssa exhales sharply, drops her bag on the couch, and finally picks up. “Hey.”“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”Alyssa winces and pulls the phone slightly away from her ear. “Good morning to you, too.”“It’s almost noon, Alyssa. You disappeared without saying anything. I texted you, like, eight times.”“I had… an interview.”“Since when do interviews make people go silent for hours?”“It was... different.”There’s a pause on the other end. Then Carmen’s voice lowers, all suspicion. “What do you mean differen

He stops when he sees her, and his eyes narrow slightly. Alyssa immediately fills herself shrink, heart now racing as she wonders what could be going through his mind. He looks confused, almost irritated, but at the same time, Alyssa can see the curiosity in his eyes.“Who is this?” he asks flatly, his voice deep and smooth, sending a chill passing through her entire body. But still, it is devoid of warmth.His gaze moves from Alyssa to his parents, pointed and suspicious.His parents exchange glances, and Mr. Valentino sighs as he steps forward without hesitation. “This is Alyssa Hart. Your future bride.”Stephano doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Instead, he keeps his eyes on his father for a few moments, then shifts his gaze to me, eyeing me from head to toe before turning back to his father.Suddenly, he scoffs with irritation. “This is a joke.”His words cause a sharp pang in my chest, and I gulp slightly as my gaze falters for a moment.Mr Valentino visibly tenses and lets out a slow