Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Gianna Oh goodness. This was not good.“My name is Maximus Vanucci,” he said, giving me a cool smile as I stared wide-eyed at him. “And you’re?”“Gianna!” Leonardo’s booming voice answered his question before I could.“Gianna…” he tested my name around his tongue like trying some new flavor of candy, drawing it out in a way that made my otherwise very ordinary name sound kind of…exquisite?What the fuck?“Will you please let me go?” I muttered, reaching my limit of mortification.“You mean let you drop to the floor?” Maximus demanded. “Are you sure? It will hurt really bad.” I pressed my lips together to fight the scowl and thankfully managed to stand up on my own, moving out of his grip. And whatever expensive cologne he was wearing.“Thank you for helping,” I mumbled, smoothing out my dress.“The pleasure was all mine,” he smirked again. Was he making fun of me?“Gianna…what the fuck?” Leonardo thundered, examining me at arm's length. “Why did you run out like that? Are you hurt?”

Nico My fucking hand still hurts and whatever painkiller that bloody doctor gave still made me groggy as I sat up and rubbed my face, cursing when I accidentally ended up using the injured hand. Last night was shit—well except for some parts.Caelian had called just when I was starting to relax with Gianna on the dance floor after Amara pissed me off earlier, lecturing me about not messing up with Gianna for the hundredth time. And then watching her and Leonardo dance, that was like a fucking knife being twisted in my chest. Yes, it was Amara. I have been in love with Amara—Gianna’s beloved sister-in-law—for the last eighteen years.That was a truth Gianna could never find out. It would not just destroy her but also the beautiful bond she had with Amara and God knows what else.But that wasn’t it. Caelian had called with yet another devastating news. Someone had lit a fire in one of my warehouses and killed four of my men who were on guard. And again, there was that symbol painted in

Gianna “Oh, I missed this so much,” Teresa sighed, holding up her face against the sun, her red hair sparkling in the sunlight.We had selected a sea-view restaurant for our lunch with outdoor seating since it was such a gorgeous day. The sun felt so good on my skin, and for once since the wedding, I felt relaxed and more like myself. With Nico, there’s always this underlying tension prickling under my skin. He is so intense and downright intimidating. But sitting here with my best friend, enjoying the sun and a crisp wine was really what I needed to unwind a bit. Especially after an eventful morning today."Or I'll forget I'm supposed to be a gentleman… and show you exactly what happens when my wife begs for ruin." I gulped and quickly took a large sip of my wine to satiate my parched throat. My wife, Nico has acknowledged me as his wife for the first time since the wedding and not out of obligation. And that threat…I bit my lip, wondering how long it would take for me to break him

Nico“That looks much better now,” Caelian commented, pointing at my hand. “And that’s some professional first aid you got there. Good job, capo.”“I didn’t do it,” I muttered, staring out of the window. “Gianna called a doctor last night and well...she dressed it this morning.”“Ah…” I could sense his smirk as he shuffled in his seat. “The perks of being married, huh?” I threw him a look in response which just made him grin harder.“She’s sweet though,” Caelian added after a beat. “And fucking beautiful if you ask me.”“I am aware of that,” I said flatly, not trying to let the image of her covered in a towel pop into my brain again. She wasn't just beautiful or sweet. She was a fucking goddess.One I didn't deserve.“Glad you are not completely oblivious,” he muttered. “By the way…she was asking for the key to the…studio.” I blinked and then turned to him. Caelian nodded, giving me a look too.“Don’t worry, she couldn’t find it and I asked Mirella to never give her the key,” he said.

GiannaThe entire dining room was bedecked in candles and red roses. Beyond the table in the center that was set with immaculate cutlery, a bottle of champagne resting in an ice bucket and god knows what else was the glass wall that looked out at the Mediterranean, the serene water splashing with waves now and then. It was peaceful and oh-so-romantic. Nico stepped in beside me, and his eyes widened, a blank look falling on his face. I don’t think he was expecting this.“This is beautiful,” I murmured in appreciation.“Caelian must have done this,” he grimaced.“Yeah, this doesn’t seem like it would be your thing. Especially not red roses and candles.” I made a face, unable to hide my sarcasm as I walked over to the glass wall. It was beautiful outside.“I don’t do romance.” Nico’s voice was hard, laced with a warning that made me press my legs together. I inhaled deeply and then turned to face him.“What do you do then?” I asked, challenging him. His dark eyes met mine, and I almost f