Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Gianna“Thank you for signing the papers,” Diego smiled politely as I handed him the documents he needed my signature on the next day. “Once these are verified, we will start with the process of transferring Signor Baldocchi’s assets to you.”“I really don’t care,” I muttered glumly.“Well, I am just doing my job and keeping with that, there was something else Nicholas wanted me to give you,” he said. I frowned at him, and something about the way he looked at me told me this can’t be good.“Wh…what is it?” I asked. Diego took a deep breath and then pulled out another envelope, handing it to me.“What is it?” I repeated, frowning at the envelope.“It’s…” Diego mumbled. “It’s…divorce papers. Already signed by him.” I froze, my fingers tightening around the envelope as if gripping it harder could somehow make the words inside disappear.“Wh…what?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands shook as I held the envelope, and I felt my legs starting to shake.Diego shifted uncomf

Gianna “Sit, cara.” She tugged off her gloves, set them aside, and poured steaming amber liquid into each cup. The faint fragrance of chamomile rose between us, calming, anchoring.I wrapped my fingers around the china, grateful for its warmth. We sipped in silence for a moment, listening to the soft hum of bees drifting between blooms.“You’re thinner,” Mama murmured, her eyes scanning my face as only a mother could. I looked down at my cup. The steam blurred my vision.“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked softly. “Talk to me.”“It’s Amara.”Her brow furrowed. “Amara? What about her?” I gazed up at her and realized it was time I told her the real truth about my marriage.“Gianna, what is it?” Mama pressed. I took a deep breath and then told her everything. And as always, she listened with utmost patience and compassion, allowing me to let it all out.My throat tightened. Saying it aloud felt like stepping into a wound I’d been avoiding. “She’s the one Nico has loved for eighteen year

Gianna The next afternoon, I was patiently waiting in Maximus’s opulent living room while his housekeeper went away to let him know I was here. He has to leave this evening for a business trip and hence couldn’t be at the office. But since this was urgent and I had already wasted a lot of time, I couldn’t say no when he offered to meet me at his place.To be honest, it felt awkward at first after the last time we spoke. I wished Teresa were with me, but she had gone to a meeting with the production manager at Bellavanti. They were finalizing timelines for the first batch of samples; it was really crunch time.I smoothed the fabric of my skirt, trying not to stare too hard at the grand paintings and gilded details that screamed wealth, power, and something darker. My chest felt tight, as if stepping into this house meant I’d crossed some invisible line.Then I heard his footsteps.Maximus came down the staircase with that devastating ease of his, dressed casually in dark trousers and

MaximusThe faint, annoying sounds of beeping machines greeted me as Dolcezza and I walked into Drago’s gigantic bedroom which looked like a mini ICU now. There were too many machines, too many doctors and nurses at standby. Money really can buy anything. Even more life. “Father,” I greeted, and he raised a weary eye at me and nodded. Massimo, as always, was lounging around like a dog, immediately giving me a sneer which I ignored. “You look…better,” I muttered, even though that was a blatant lie. Drago scoffed at that, the bags under his eyes getting deeper and deeper. “You look…finally alive,” he commented drily. I shrugged, not bothering him with the details of why I looked alive. “Well, why did you want to see me?” I demanded instead, wanting to get this done with so I could go back home. Drago evened me a look before shifting on his bed—not without struggle—and s

Gianna The boardroom looked intimidating even from the outside. My stomach fluttered with nerves, though the knot of anxiety wasn’t quite as unbearable as it might have been earlier. The release I’d given myself that morning had left me looser, calmer in a strange way. My body still hummed with leftover heat, and for once, I didn’t feel like I was coming apart at the seams.Teresa had already slipped inside after giving me a fierce hug, whispering that I’d crush it. Still, I lingered in the hallway, chewing on my bottom lip, waiting for Maximus. “Waiting for me?” I turned, pulse skipping, and there he was—Maximus in a perfectly tailored suit, crisp and commanding, looking like he’d stepped right out of a glossy magazine spread. “Yeah,” I admitted with a small smile. “I just… I’m not sure what I expect y