All Chapters of Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I tipped my chin, defiantly stubborn, "Why? Why do I have to do this?" He stared at me for a moment, his eyes red-rimmed as he responded,"Because it's what your sister would've wanted." "What?"He took my hand in his, and squeezed gently, "You don't have to stay long, and besides," he exhaled, his forehead marred by a deep frown. "It's better to do it now than later."I shrugged my hand from his, narrowing my eyes at him, "What are you talking about? Why would Dahlia want this?" It made no sense. Dahlia prided on her work more than anything in this world. Why would she want to give up everything just like that? "It was hers and Gio's decision," he said, his voice low. "They agreed she was going to quit once they were married." What?"He doesn't want her working anymore."It suddenly hit me then, when he kept talking about how he would take care of me and my family, this was what he meant. He wanted a housewife, and Dahlia was willing to throw all of her hard work away. I scoff

"My name is Dahlia," I told him with an aggravated frown, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."He was still staring at me with that disconcerting look on his face, "No." He finally said, shaking his head, "you're definitely Daisy. I know those eyes anywhere." I whipped to face him, and he quickly stepped away. I eyed him warily, unsure what was running through his mind. I looked away, turning to face the now smoking engine, and raked my fingers through my hair. "Are you like a superhero or something?" I looked up, raising my brows. "Officer worker by day, rebel artist by night."I blinked, caught off guard. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice stern. "If you'll excuse me."I peered hard at the engine in front of me, trying to decipher what I could do to make it better. It seemed like I had no other alternative but to call Dad, he was the only one who could get me out of this fix,And this crazy man who didn't want to accept what I was telling him.

I stared at the building through the tinted window of the car, my fingers drumming against the skin of my clutch purse. Ken walked over to my side, and opened the door for me, stretching my hand in my direction,I placed my hand atop his, and with his aid climbed down from the vehicle. I sucked in a deep breath, taking in the magnificent view. People trolled in and out of the building looking extremely luxurious and expensive. The night air kissed my skin, and I shivered the longer I stood. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself, keeping my fingers tight against the purse.I kept Michelle's advice in the back of my head, her urgent voice echoing in my mind,Cut your food small. Laugh behind your hands. Don't speak unless spoken to. And always, always look at Giovanni like he's the only man in the world. I exhaled sharply, shutting my eyes briefly. I could do the first few things, I'd been doing it for about two weeks now. I could play demure. Pretend to be soft and quiet

The bathroom was pristine, almost annoyingly so. If I was in a good mood, I probably would've taken the time and appreciation to look through the marble countertops, and the soft gold lightning that gave the place a 90's feel. The only thing I was thankful for however was the delicate smell of roses lingering in the air. It helped in calming my racing heart. I walked toward the sink, admiring the gold-plated faucet, and the fresh towels that smelled like jasmine nearly folded on a small rack beside the sink. How much would all of this cost? The thought that they were going to have a full course meal soon sent a chill down my spine.I had an inkling that the price alone would put me in debt for the rest of my life. I gripped the edge of the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection in the mirror didn't help. My skin was almost too pale, despite the makeup I'd put on. And my eyes were wide and strained.I sucked in another sharp breath, counting down to ten in my head a

The sound of our forks and knives scraping against the fine china was the only sound that echoed in the dining room, along with Chandler's loud and annoying chewing. "Fuck it, Chandler!" Casey hissed, slamming her fork against the table, and making all of us jolt in shock, "Can't you chew quietly? I can't fucking eat with all of that disgusting noise."Chandler glared at her, his dark eyes narrowing, "What the hell are you talking about? You're the only one who's hearing me chew."Both of them directed their gaze at Dad and me, I grimaced tightly and Dad cleared his throat. That made Chandler shift on his chair, "You see," Casey snapped at him, "Eat like a fucking human-""Stop cursing at the table, Cas," Dad interrupted, giving her a warning glare, "let Chandler eat how he feels comfortable." Although Chandler gave him a weak smile, the sound of his chewing drastically reduced, and I caught the sheepish smirk on Casey's face.The girl just knew how to get what she wanted. But that