All Chapters of The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

GiannaThe hospital room smelled like antiseptic and clinical. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, making my skin crawl. Caelian was lying on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages, dark hair sticking to his damp forehead. The bruises already forming along his jawline and temple made my stomach knot, and I swallowed hard.Rizzo and Marco hovered near the foot of the bed, alert, tense, but unable to do anything but watch. My own arm throbbed where I’d been cut; the forearm bandage felt tight, suffocating, and the bruise blooming across my cheek stung every time I moved. The dull ache in my ribs reminded me that Dolcezza’s blade had grazed me, but I pushed it aside. I had to stay present.The doctor, a stern woman with a clipped bun and eyes sharp enough to cut steel, was staring at the CT scan on the lightbox. She turned, nodding slowly, then faced me.“No internal injury,” she said, her voice professional, calm. “He’s lucky. But you should watch for concussion symptoms: headache, d

Gianna Maximus Vanucci was somehow connected to Drago Barbaro?How? Why?I froze, staring at Leo as my mind tried to process it. My stomach turned. I remembered what Nico had told me when he’d explained the ‘89 Collapse—about Drago being one of the most feared men in the underworld. Ruthless. The kind of man who didn’t just destroy you, he erased you.And Maximus... had ties to him?No. That couldn’t be real.“And that means the Massimo you mentioned is... Massimo Bellucci, Drago’s nephew,” Domani said quietly, his face pale.“Is this him?” Leo asked, turning his phone toward me.I forced myself to look at the photograph. My chest felt tight.It was him. The same man.“Yes,” I whispered, glancing up at my brother.“I knew it,” Leo muttered, his expression dark. “I knew that bastard was up to no good.”“But how?” Caelian frowned. “What does Maximus have to do with Drago? How in hell can those two be related? Maximus grew up in foster homes. How could Drago Barbaro be his godfather? Wha

"To take charge of the Barbaro throne when he steps down and to hand him...Sicily," Maximus finished."So that's why you came here..." I whispered. "To destroy Nico and even my family, because Sicily is dominated by both Baldocchi and Ammassari..." Maximus gazed up at me, and there was a tinge of guilt in there as he shook his head."Nico, yes..." he nodded. "But not your family. I have never wanted to hurt anyone you loved, and I know how much your brothers mean to you. I never intended to hurt Leo and Xavier despite what Drago wanted.""But I loved Nico too!" I snapped, tears almost blurring him. "I loved him, Maximus! He is my husband, the father of my child! You knew that...you always knew that!""And that's why I wanted him dead!" Maximus snapped back, glaring at me. "That's why I wanted him gone for good because you loved him. Because he had you, just like everything else that I deserved. Everything that should have been rightfully mine was his. He was raised as the Baldocchi he

Gianna Every head turned toward the sound. Including Nico’s. And I blinked. Maximus stood at the door, his face dark as thunder. Maximus. Was this all his plan? But judging from Drago’s words—and that expression—it didn’t look like it. “Perfect. Always at the wrong time,” Massimo muttered under his breath. Maximus stalked forward, his eyes darting towards me first, scanning as if to make sure I was still breathing, before locking on Nico. Nico threw him a glare, but Maximus’s gaze slid right past him and landed on Drago. His entire face hardened. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, voice rough, eyes wide. “Have you lost your mind, Father?” “I’m doing what you should&rsquo

Note: I will be posting the next update after this on Saturday because I am still writing the ending chapters and need a bit of time to set the sequence of the next chapters.  Gianna 3 days later It had been three days since that day, and still, my mind hadn’t caught up. Everything had happened too fast, too violently, too painfully, and my body had kept moving through it like a ghost. Now I stood before Maximus’s coffin, staring at the polished wood gleaming under the pale light. It felt unreal. All of it. The heavy scent of lilies and incense clung to the air, mixing with the faint chill of the church. Leo stood on one side, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched. His eyes were red, though I knew he would never admit to crying. Xavier was beside him, his arm slowly starting to heal after the doctor