Lahat ng Kabanata ng GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

CHAPTER 42-Mirabella’s POV The silence pressed against me, the kind that weighs like a blanket. I could still hear the faint hum of activity on the other side of the door—muffled voices, hurried steps in the hallway, the clink of glasses. But here, in this bridal suite, it was just me. The mirrors, the lace, the scent of white roses that felt both suffocating and intoxicating.I stared at myself. The gown was everything Chastity insisted on—long, fitted, its bodice jeweled with pearls that shimmered even when I breathed. The veil lay behind me, untouched, waiting for the moment. My hair swept up, my lips painted the softest shade of rose. Perfect. Almost too perfect.My hands trembled against the silk. I curled them into fists. Not because I didn’t want this—that wasn’t the truth I was running from. It was because I knew what it meant to be standing here, dressed as Giovanni’s bride. He didn’t love the way ordinary men did. Giovanni Moretti consumed. Everything he touc

CHAPTER 44- Mirabella’s POV The door slammed behind me, and the echo rang in my ears long after. I clutched the sheets tighter against my body, the fabric twisted and awkward, clinging to me in a mockery of dignity. The gown I had walked into his room with lay abandoned on the floor, crumpled and forgotten like it never mattered. Like I never mattered.His words wouldn’t leave me. They pierced through every step I took down that endless hallway.Get the fuck out of my room, Mirabella.Not wife. Not kitten. Not even my name softened by his accent the way he sometimes let it roll. No, he spit out like venom, sharp enough to slice through my chest.His room. His house. Everything was his. The bed. The vows. Even the air in my lungs felt borrowed.The house was too quiet. Not the kind of quiet that soothes, but the suffocating kind, where every sound is magnified. My bare feet padded against the marble floors, and for a moment I thought I might collapse right there in the hall

CHAPTER 46: Mirabella’s POV I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, sheets twisted around my body like restraints I couldn’t escape. Giovanni had never hurt me physically, no. But his words hurt more than anything in the world. “Don’t forget, your mother isn’t untouchable. Watch your tongue if you want her breathing.”He said it with the same calmness a man uses when ordering wine. And I had stood there, trembling, hating him, hating myself for how my body still reacted when he towered over me, when his voice dropped into that low growl that pinned me where I stood.I pressed my palms against my eyes. I should have fought harder. I should never have agreed to this marriage. Every piece of me screamed regret, yet I was chained to him, and I knew he wasn’t one to let things go. A tear slipped down my face as I finally succumbed to sleep. The knock came just as dawn filtered through the curtains. I didn’t bother hiding the dark circles under my eyes when I called out, “Come in.”A

Chapter 48: Giovanni’s POV The book in my hand might as well have been blank. I’d been staring at the same damn page for twenty minutes. The words blurred, my mind circling back to the same thing. Her absence. Mirabella’s silence. Her fucking coldness.I snapped the book shut and set it on the desk. I blamed myself for pushing her away. I should never have brought her mama into our argument. She would come around eventually, I told myself. But my chest tightened anyway.A knock at the door had me looking up. It was sharp. Urgent.“Enter,” I barked.The door swung open and Diane walked in, laptop under her arm. No hesitation, no polite pause. My irritation spiked. “You better have a damn good reason for coming to my room at this hour.Her eyes didn’t flinch. “You’re going to want to see this.”I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming on the armrest. “If this is about business, save it. I’m not in the mood.”She set the laptop on my desk, turned it toward me. The scr

CHAPTER 50- Giovanni’s POV Her knees hit the rug, the sound muffled but heavy as a confession. Not submission, never that. Her chin lifted, her eyes steady, burning blue. But beneath the fire, guilt flickered, faint and fragile, a secret she thought I couldn’t see.I leaned back, every inch the Don, letting silence strangle her. “Say it again,” I commanded.Her jaw clenched. “I swear.” “Don’t you ever do that again, Mirabella,” I said, feeling my body tighten at the view of her before me. Mirabella was a goddess, but like this, under my control, my mind ran wild with a million different things I could do to her. “Take out my cock,” I ordered, watching her eyes widen. She obeyed and a groan ripped through me as her delicate hands held my shaft. Fuck. I needed this.“Take it into your mouth and suck,” I said and I watched as she lowered her eyes, taking all of me in. My hands went to her hair and I gripped the strands tight, guiding her head. “That’s it, kitten,” I groa