Lahat ng Kabanata ng Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The screen blinked to life, immediately landing on a news channel. And then I saw it. The news anchor's voice cut through the living room like a knife. Her piercing blue eyes looked like they were staring directly at me, judging and filled with anger. Everyone seemed to look at me like that lately. "...accused of living under a false identity and deceiving one of New York's most powerful families. Sources close to the Orlandos have refused to comment, but silence speaks volumes." She shared my name and the projections Alessia had shares during the gala. A wave of hate and anger rushed througg my skin at the sight of the picture of me and Dahlia displayed for the entire world to see. I would never forgive Alessia for this. But I had a part to play in this as well, I wasn't exactly in the state to start planning out a revenge plan. On the screen, footage played of Giovanni storming through a crowd of reporters, microphones shoved in his face, and cameras flashing. He said nothing

The next morning, Dad and I stepped out of the house, heading towards the car parked out in the front. I squinted at the soft glow from the sun and Dad chuckled at my reaction. "That's what you get for spending so much time in the house."I rolled my eyes with a smile but I didn't respond. Dad was already standing by the car but his eyes were focused on his phone. "Are we waiting for someone?" I asked, glancing at him curiously. He looked up, about to answer my question, when a familiar voice chimed in from behind me. "Good morning, mama to be." I turned sharply, my heart palpitating at her sudden entrance. "Michelle?" She grinned wide, her arms already open. I gasped and hugged her tight, the initial surprise replaced with joy. "What are you doing here?" "Your dad called me," Michelle said with a playful nudge. "Said you might need some extra girl support." I smiled at Dad who just shrugged casually, slipping his phone into his pocket. "It was a good call to tell him," Mich

|GIOVANNI'S POV|The room was dark and lifeless, it smelled of booze and cigarettes. But for the first time in years, I didn't care. A drawn out sigh left my lips and I leaned my head back against the wall, taking another swig from the bottle of whiskey in my hand. I had no idea what time of the day it was, and I wasn't concerned about it either. The sound of the door creaking caught my attention and I groaned. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you!?" I growled, "Leave me the hell alone!"I blindly threw the bottle and it must've crashed on the wall, because a loud sound echoed falling by the pieces falling to the ground. "Mierda," A thick voice echoed and the next thing that followed was bright light pouring through the windows. "Fuck!" I hissed, blocking the brightness with my hand but it was of no use. "I told you to leave me-""It's been days, Gio," Dad's voice made me stop in my cracks. "How long will you keep up this attitude?" I sighed, realizing I'd wasted a goo

I watched the beef sizzling loudly on the fry pan, a satisfied smile on my lips as I turned around to check on the rice. It has been more than a week since my job hunt and it was still proving unsuccessful. I hummed a tune under my breath moving around as I wiped off the kitchen countertop. It was relaxing when I cleaned while cooking, it took off the stress from me. I couldn't deny that I was heartbroken over my lack of getting a job and it pricked my chest. "Hey, beautiful," Michelle greeted, sliding on top of one of the stools and plucking a grape from the counter. I chuckled, turning around to face her. "I told you already, if you're not going to help then you shouldn't be here.""Don't be such a sourass, Daisy," she said with a smile. "I'm here to support you emotionally, of course." I rolled my eyes and turned back to the steak, greasing the meat with a little bit of melted butter. I'd been craving steak for a while now and Michelle encouraged me to make it for myself sin

The court proceeding was briefer than I expected, the judge was unenthusiastic about handling a case like ours and granted the divorce immediately the necessary documents were signed. But that wasn't the part that hurt me. What did hurt me was the way Gio walked out of the courtroom without even giving me a glance. "Hey," Dad wrapped an arm around me and I forced a smile. "It's over now. You're fine." I bobbed my head but I couldn't find it in myself to speak. A part of me hoped he was just bluffing and he didn't want to actually divorce but he did and now it was finalised. Michelle came out of the gallery to meet with us, muttering some encouraging words while I just nodded."Come on, let's go," Dad said, leading me towards the exit. The moment we stepped out, an army of reporters jumped on us, pointing cameras and microphones into our faces. "What do you have to say about duping the Orlando family?""Do you intend to publicly apologize, Miss Daisy?""What kind of father would