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

Chapter 21 Yasmine POV He lifted me like I weighed nothing. I hated that my body relaxed anyway, boneless and spent, my ankle throbbing with every step he took through the trees. The night air felt damp on my skin; the leaves whispered above us like they were gossiping. “Put me down,” I muttered. “No.” His voice was flat, steady. “You’re hurt.” “I can walk.” “You can’t,” he said, not even looking at me. “Save your pride for later.” “I don’t need—” “You need to stop arguing with me for five minutes,” he snapped, not loud, but sharp enough to sting. I shut up because the pain in my ankle flared again, hot and mean. He adjusted his hold, one arm under my knees, the other around my back, and kept moving until the trees thinned and the stone house came into view—dark, watchful, enormous. A few lights glowed in the lower windows. Somewhere far off, a dog barked once and then silence swallowed it. He shouldered the door open with a grunt. Warmth rolled out—fire, wood, something sav

Yasmine POV We left the dining room and exit the mansion. Maria and the others are waiting outside. Maria handed the suitcase I had seen her packing the previous day earlier to one the junior maids. A dark haired girl with tanned skin, one the maids I had seen with her previously in the garden. The helicopter waited on the estate dirt pad several few feet's away. "Ciao,signorina. I am Valentina" The maid introduced herself. "Ciao, Valentina " I replied with a smile glancing at Luca who had work away to speak to Maria and Giulio and some of the vineyard workers. "This way, Signorina" Valentina said,bowing slightly as she gestured towards the helicopter. "Let's go" I said and followed her climbed in my hands brushing against the smooth leather of the seat before sitting down after which she handed me my suitcase. Before climbing in after me I arched an eyebrow in surprise and asked "you are coming with us?" "Si, Signorina. The master do not want you to be alone." She replied cr

Luca POV Don Mancini stood, signaling to his son and cousin that it was time to leave."Since we are not of the same opinion, it’s time to go. But I’ll give you some time to reconsider. Until then, I will wait for your response.""I will not change my decision, Don Mancini. Alla prossima—see you next time." Without another word, the three men exited, leaving only Mateo Bellandi, diplomat of the Bellandi family and the third son of the clan.Calmly, he adjusted his cufflinks before speaking, his voice smooth and deliberate.“We would like to propose something different… an alliance between our families. Through marriage.” I narrowed my eyes, observing him in silence.“My sister, Aria Bellandi ” Mateo continued in a steady tone, “is of age and perfectly suited for a marriage like this. If she were to marry you, Luca, it would unite our families by blood rather than merely through business. To strengthen that bond, one of your sisters would also marry into the Bellandi family.”

Yasmine POV As Valentina and I exchanged playful jeers while setting the table, I realized how different she seemed tonight. With her usual reserve cast aside, she was surprisingly engaging—her laughter, light and musical, softened the air between us. Then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. My heart jolted—I knew that stride anywhere. Luca was back. “Mi scusi, Signorina,” Valentina murmured, excusing herself as she hurried to the door. I followed more slowly, keeping a measured distance as I stepped into the sitting room. She was already at his side, slipping off his coat and shoes with practiced ease before vanishing to grant us privacy. “You’re back,” I said evenly, my tone calm, almost indifferent. “Not happy to see me?” His voice carried that teasing edge that always unsettled me. My lips curved into a reluctant smile. “Of course not,” I murmured, turning to retreat to the dining room. Before I could take a step, his arms closed around me. His strong,

Yasmine POV I felt a heat spreading through my body, an intense warmth that seemed to consume every inch of me. My hard nipples grazed against the firm chest pressing into me, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. I sighed out in ecstasy as his mouth found one of my nipples, tugging and sucking with a fervor that sent my senses reeling. Each bite was a jolt of electrifying sensation, and my vision blurred, overcome by the haze of desire. I clung to the dark-haired man above me, his presence dominating my awareness. His sole intention was clear—to drive me out of my mind with pleasure, and he was succeeding with every calculated movement. His thigh slipped between mine, and instinctively, I ground my wet heat against him, seeking the sweet release that danced just out of reach. He lifted his mouth from my breasts, leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake, and captured my lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of possession, of a hunger that matched my