All Chapters of Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I didn't know how long I'd been walking. The sky was darker now, and my legs began to ache but I kept moving. I couldn't place a name on the street I was in, it was definitely farther from my house and Michelle's. But I had a feeling it was deep downtown, and it was unsettling. You didn't come here unharmed. You never came alone either, especially if it is not your turf. Kids zipped past me on skateboards, laughing and talking. A group of men sat on a porch nearby, beer bottles clinking as they hollered at something. My nose wrinkled at the faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. I walked past an alleyway where a couple was locked in a feverish kiss, too lost in each other to notice me. Shit. I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, lowering my head and walking faster until I was in the open street. I sighed at the sight of neon lights in front of stores, and a school bus gently rolling to a stop at the intersection. My eyes caught a tiny ice cream shop, glowing und

The bathroom echoed with the harsh sounds of me retching into the toilet. My arms trembled as I gripped the porcelain, my stomach twisting for the umpteenth time that day. We had barely made it home before the nausea overtook me again, strongly this time. Anytime I blinked, all I saw was the image of the raincoat figure staring at me. I had no idea where she had gone, and the fear that the culprit could be anyone terrified me. I wrinkled my nose at the sight in front of me, I must've thrown up the entire content of my stomach. I pressed the flush button and rose to my feet, shakily. I headed towards the sink and turned on the tap, cupping cool water into my way. I swished it, rinsing the acidic taste away as my eyes lifted to the mirror. Shit. I'd gotten pale, the bottom of my eyes had a dark shade to them and I looked more tired than I've ever been in years. But something else caught my attention. I looked fuller, more curvier than usual. A hand went to my waist instinctively

We were done with the food and moved to decorate the main hall. The chairs and tables were cleared away so it was just a vast space ready to beautified for the gala. It turned out that Cristina actually had a thing for event planning and putting things together. Her obsession with fashion and everything that glittered didn't just end with her clothes. And she wasn't bad company either. She kept cracking jokes that actually made me laugh. "Dahlia, look at this," Cristina called, holding up a bright pink and maroon colored ribbons. "Which one will fit best."I pointed to the maroon. "Looks more mature. The pink is too bright."She looked at it for a moment before nodding. "You're right. Where have you been hiding all this time?" She said with a loud laugh. "You really have excellent taste." José popped in not long after, giving us a quick once-over. "Everything looks good, honey," he said, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "You're working overtime again.""No, I have Dahlia here with me

Enzo hesitated, his eyes scanning my face before answering. "I don't know if you'll like it.""Just say it, Enzo." He paused again, then finally said, "It's not Michelle." My heart dropped. "What?" I blinked. "She's clear. I had my guys follow her for days. There's nothing. No suspicious activity, no connections to whoever's been messing with you. If anything, she's just busy trying to book modeling gigs and dodging her debts." I stared at him, stunned. "But she knows things. Things only she could've used to-""I know, but anyone can get that information if they dig well enough." He said gently. "We're down to three people now. Alyssa, Darcy, and a girl who just started working in the kitchen two months ago." I blew out a restricted breath, raking my hands through my hair. It seemed like we were truly hitting a dead end. Alyssa couldn't possibly be the culprit, and neither was Darcy but I couldn't rule them out either. "Okay," I muttered morosely. He placed a hand on my shoul

I jolted upright, my chest rising and falling in panic. I could barely make out anything but Giovanni's voice still echoed in my mind like a ghost. He asked me to leave his house. He called me a liar. And he told me and Dad to both rot. It wasn't real, I told myself. It was a nightmare, a horrible one. My fingers clutched the sheets but they weren't the soft silk of the Orlando estate. They were plain cotton and familiar. I blinked rapidly and looked around. I was back home. This was my old room. My heart thudded louder as I shoved the sheets away. Last night wasn't a dream, everything that happened was real. Giovanni telling me to leave. The disappointment in the rest of the family. The disgust of the guests. And Alessia. I still couldn't believe that she was behind the blackmailing all along. But most of all, I didn't know how I got home. I remembered running away but after that, it was all blank. I clutched my throbbing head. "What happened last night?"My stomach twisted,