Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

GiannaI think I am going to throw up. “Fuck,” Nico hissed, and I almost cried out, jolting forward as he pressed the gas and the car wheezed forward at top speed. But sadly, it was an empty road and the SUV didn’t waste time picking up. If there had been traffic, we might have had some cover, but the highway stretched out empty ahead of us, the darkness offering no protection.Nico’s face was stone-hard as he jabbed at the dial pad, trying another number. The ringing droned on, unanswered. His grip on the wheel tightened, his frustration rolling off him in waves.“Fuck!” he snarled, making me flinch.And then, without warning—He yanked the wheel.The Escalade lurched violently to the right, tires screeching against the asphalt as we cut into a narrow side street. My body slammed against the door, a choked gasp ripping from my throat.“Nico, calm down!” I shouted, my voice unsteady. Probably not the right thing to say in a situation like this. He barely spared me a glance before whi

Gianna “Nicholas! Gianna!” I jolted awake at the booming voice, my heart hammering against my ribs. Blinking against the harsh sunlight that poured through the gap in the curtains, I groaned. My head was still groggy, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. “Nico! Gianna!” A man’s voice. Familiar. Why did it sound so— Beside me, Nico lay sprawled on his stomach, one arm thrown over his head, his breathing deep and steady. My gaze drifted over the intricate ink that stretched across his back, the bold, dark tattoos covering the sculpted muscles. And then I saw them. My nail prints. Oh, fuck. My face burned as last night came rushing back, the memories slamming into me all at once. My b

Nico“Leonardo and Xavier have left,” Caelian muttered.I stood by the pool, watching the soft spring wind make ripples on its clean surface and nodded. We were at one of my farmhouses on the outskirts of the city. Leo and Xavier had come over to discuss matters about last night. And to plan our strategy for tomorrow.Another shipment of mine is expected to move, and this was the cue we were waiting for. Tomorrow, we'll grab those bastards by hook or by crook. We have to. From damaging our shipments to attacking me right in public out of nowhere was concerning.There weren’t many people I could think of who would dare take on the Baldocchi like that. And Gianna’s safety was at risk…that was bugging me the most. Not only could she have been severely injured, but we have no leads either. I have never felt so helpless and cornered ever before.But that changes tomorrow. I can’t rest until I have one of them locked up and beaten half to death in my torture room. I had some really innovati

NicoDomani was right on time.I stared at the twenty-four-page document and cracked my neck. Time to get to work.Name: Maximus Emanuele Vanucci Age: 29Blood group: B+ Sunsign: ScorpioHeight: 6’2Father Name: Renzo Salvatore Vanucci I read word for word of each page twice, and two hours and two cups of black coffee later, I was done. And disappointed.Maximus Vanucci was the CEO and owner of Bellavanti, the global fashion brand. He has fucking featured in numerous prestigious magazines over the years, ranked #1 in Forbes 30 under 30 list and was also named the ‘Most Eligible Bachelor In UK’ for four consecutive years straight. And that was just the icing on his qualifications, experience, awards and those goddam

GiannaCaelian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, looking way too entertained for someone who had just eavesdropped on a very personal conversation.Why does he always sneak up like that?He pushed off the frame, walking toward us. “I have to say, I never thought I’d see the day someone tried to outmaneuver Nico Baldocchi in a game of control.” His gaze flicked to me, considering. “But it might just work.”Teresa’s eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck are you?”“Caelian Rizza. Nico’s right hand,” Caelian’s lips twitched in amusement as he inclined his head slightly “Apologies for overhearing, but your conversation was…hard to ignore.”“Well, enjoyed the show, did you?” Teresa huffed, crossing her arms.“Immensely,” Caelian smirked.“Great. Another smug bastard,” she rolled her eyes.“I am sorry…I do not want to intervene,” he muttered, turning to me and ignoring Teresa’s comment. “But as Nico’s best friend…I do feel this plan can work.”“And why would you think that?” I asked, raising