All Chapters of MAFIA’S SURROGATE MISTRESS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The flight back to Vegas was a blur, snappy and all kinds of hell.Louisa’s eyes were red and bulging with tears as she lay on the stretcher, screaming and writhing from the hellish contraction ripping her apart from the inside out.At one point, her life flashed before her eyes. Her palm slammed hard on the metal grab bar, vibration rattling through her bones as another contraction hit her with a searing burn licking between her thighs.“How far are we to the hospital?” she cried, tears falling in hot streaks, her breath shallow. She’d never experienced such pain, even worse than what she felt on that ship with Colin. Worse than everything.Maybe she was having it this bad because he wasn't by her side. Alessandro was supposed to be here not Seth.Nothing prepared her for this. She never imagined labor to feel like a horror movie in real time and her water hadn't even broken yet. “Hang on princess, we are almost there,” Seth said, his voice tight as he yelled at the driver who w

An hour after Alessandro gave his consent to the c-section, he stood behind the glass partition, fist clenched and trembling. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowed in on the surgery in process. And most especially…on Louisa.He took in her pale and ghostly look on the operating table. Those lovely brown eyes of hers that always gazed softly at him were now hidden behind tight eyelids and resting lashes. Her hair was tucked beneath a surgical cap, her lips parted just enough to hold the tube connected to the ventilator that kept her breathing.The more he looked, the tighter his chest constricted like some invisible forces were squeezing out air from his lungs. He let some bastard get to him, mess with his head and now Louisa was paying for it.A storm of disappointment and anger churned like a dark storm within him. He effortlessly got a whole lot of things done, but he failed to protect her and their baby. All his life he’d never felt this incompetent and it tore at his ego badly. H

Louisa’s knees jerked slightly as she stiffened, her brain leaving its haze and embracing what she had just walked in on. The walls in her stomach tightened severely, upsetting her sore stitches. Her hand reached to clench her abdomen as she turned away from them to see Bianca running up to her with boots tapping on the tile. “Louisa…” she trailed off as soon as she closed in on Louisa, eyes going over her shoulder to see the compromising position Vivienne and Alessandro were in.Apparently, they’d kissed—still were, as Vivienne desperately clung to him like her life at that moment depended on it.Alessandro froze the moment he heard Louisa’s name. He gripped Vivienne’s shoulders and slammed her back into the chair, ripping her off him. The room suddenly felt suffocating as his chest seized with Vivienne’s bitter kiss still lingering. Vivienne’s lips twitched into a smug smile like she’d just accomplished a great feat. “Oh, how much I've dreamt of a day like this again” she flick

TWO DAYS LATER “You are all set to go home now Mrs.Carter” The doctor announced as a nurse removed the last strip of IV tape on the back of Louisa’s hand. “It's Louisa Delaney, please” Louisa corrected through her teeth, suddenly repulsed by the surname of the loser she had married—a name she couldn't wait to discard. Divorce papers or not she already felt free and independent. Once the documents arrived for Colin it would be the perfect icing on the cake. As soon as the nurse stepped back from her, Louisa rose to her feet and smoothed her hand down the bodycon dress accentuating her figure with a satisfied smile curling on her lips. Nina would always say ‘Act like the Romans when in Rome’ and now she intended to do exactly that. “Can I get my tox panel result? I’m filing a lawsuit against my husband” She said to the Doctor who awkwardly gave a small smile. “Mr.De Luca asked that we don't let you get involved, he wants you to get more rest” “Whatever he must have

Louisa sat in the car as the chauffeur drove her back to the estate. Silence enveloped the humid atmosphere except for the soft hum of the engines and the loud screech of tires. Her mind did a quick flashback to how in a fit of rage at Vivienne she had driven Alaric closer to her than she liked. She shut her eyes tightly to block out the memory of that piggyback as subtle flashes of Nina’s face assaulted her; No, she wouldn't be mad at her, whatever closeness with Alaric that was about to ensue was only transactional. Nothing else. She nodded her head as if to assure herself she was about to do the right thing. Her fists clasped around her thighs and squeezed tightly to offer herself comfort. The car ride soon came to a halt in front of the grand De Luca estate—Alessandro’s home which she wouldn't be coming back to after sorting out whatever she had to with him. The minute the chauffeur held open the door and her legs touched the ground, Vivienne walked out, false lashes