All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lyra’s POVAchilles froze. “What did you say?”His voice was dark, and I wrapped my hands around myself, a sudden chill in the dark room. “She was there.”“At what point?”I rolled my eyes. “Do not talk to me like that, Achilles.”He turned, facing me fully. “Lyra,” he breathed. “I know you probably hate me right now. But I need you to answer every question I ask, no sassiness.”“You can't do anything to me,” I gasped, dragging the edge of my clothes. “I am not well.”“I don't bloody care,” he screamed at me. His voice shook with fury, and I took a tenacious step towards him. “Achilles, what's going on?”He collapsed to the floor, his head bowed between his legs. “I failed you,” he said, choking. “I failed you, I failed you.”“No, you didn't,” I cried, falling next to him. “I promise, you didn't. Christian’s tentacles, theyr were so long.”“How did I pretend? I let her touch me, and she harmed you?” His cheeks were wet with tears. “I need every detail, Lyra. Please. Surely you must ha

Lyla’s POV I got up from the table abruptly. “Can I go inside?” I said, my voice barely came out in a whisper. “Sure, are you okay?” Achilles asked, looking at me in concern. “Yeah, I just need to rest a bit._ I left them behind, but the truth was Emilio’s words had rattled me to my bones. Yes, these men had touched and owned me once, but would they still want me? I know they have already seen my scars, but I couldn't let anyone in right now. Before I could shut my room door, a hand stopped it from shutting. “Are you running away baby girl?” “Emilio, leave her alone,” I heard Xiomar shout from the end of the hall. My dark night is leaning against the door, waiting for an answer from me. “No, I wasn't.” “It seemed like you were. What a pity that would have been,” he hissed. “You had so much fire in you.” Rage built in my heart. Before I could control myself, I slapped him. “Yes,” the sick bastard hissed. “That fire.” He grabbed me by my arms and slammed my door behind me. “T

Lyla’s pov I laid down next to Emilio. “I am so scared.” He turned and brushed some hair away from my face. “Why?” I closed my eyes.what if it never goes away, the way i feel? Emilio kept quiet for a while. “It never does, “ he finally said. I nodded. I was permanently scarred. “This cannot happen to her,” I said, getting up. “We need to get her now.” He followed me out of the room, back to the living room where Achilles and Isaiah were together, watching something. “Hey, “ I slid into the chair next to them. “Where is X?” “Escorting Sienna out,” he replied. He turned to me, those dark blue eyes taking me in. “You look better.” I smiled softly, glancing at Emilio. “You need to leave me alone,” I said, pointing at him. Emilio laughed and poured a glass of scotch for himself. “Can I have some?” Achilles frowned. “I don't think you should be drinking right now Lyla. You're not fully healed.” I rolled my eyes. “I have not had an episode in days, plus I got cleared, trust me.

Chapter one hundred and forty six Lyra’s POV “Good morning,” Sienna said from the dining table. “Hi,” I replied, sitting next to her. “What's for breakfast?” “I don't know. I just had a glass of orange juice.” I smiled at her and got up, walking into the kitchen. “Lyra,” Aries scolded me. “You shouldn't be up. How do you feel?” Surprisingly enough, I woke up better this morning. Despite my protests, Achilles had dragged me into his room after I had seen them back up. I slept in his arms, and sometimes in the night, Emilio had joined us in bed. “Much better.” “That's good. I am making toast. The guys still asleep?” “Yeah,” I replied, joining her. “That smells amazing.” “Thank you,” Aries blushed. She looked over at Sienna at the table, then back at me. “So what's her deal?” “She is their employee.” I answered. “Met her when I was around your age.” “She seems grumpy.” “I think the trauma of loosing everyone around her was kind of sad. She's trying to recover from i

Lyra’s POV Achilles froze. “What did you say?” His voice was dark, and I wrapped my hands around myself, a sudden chill in the dark room. “She was there.” “At what point?” I rolled my eyes. “Do not talk to me like that, Achilles.” He turned, facing me fully. “Lyra,” he breathed. “I know you probably hate me right now. But I need you to answer every question I ask, no sassiness.” “You can't do anything to me,” I gasped, dragging the edge of my clothes. “I am not well.” “I don't bloody care,” he screamed at me. His voice shook with fury, and I took a tenacious step towards him. “Achilles, what's going on?” He collapsed to the floor, his head bowed between his legs. “I failed you,” he said, choking. “I failed you, I failed you.” “No, you didn't,” I cried, falling next to him. “I promise, you didn't. Christian’s tentacles, theyr were so long.” “How did I pretend? I let her touch me, and she harmed you?” His cheeks were wet with tears. “I need every detail, Lyra. Please