Lahat ng Kabanata ng GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 59

CHAPTER 52- Mirabella’s POV Morning sunlight crept in through the tall windows, thin gold threads that painted lines across the rug. I woke slowly, blinking against it, but the weight of yesterday pressed heavy on my chest. I hated myself for it, but guilt gnawed at me. Guilt that I had betrayed him. Guilt that I hadn’t told him about Marco. And worst of all, guilt that part of me almost wanted Giovanni’s punishment, if only because I would get to spend some time with him.The door opened softly. Aria slipped in, her arms full of linens. Her dark curls were tucked beneath a scarf, her steps light but her smile was warm. That’s the thing about Aria. She wasn’t like the others here, who moved as if the walls themselves were listening. With her, it never felt like servant and mistress.“You’re awake,” she said, setting the linens on the dresser. “I’ve drawn your bath.”I sat up, the silk sheets sliding down. My voice was hoarse when I said, “Thank you.”Aria tilted her

CHAPTER 53 – Mirabella’s POV The weight of Giovanni’s arm lay heavy across my waist, his body pressed behind mine like a wall of heat. He had never slept this way, at least not with me. Usually there was a deliberate distance, as though he couldn’t risk letting his guard down. But this morning, his hold was tight, almost possessive, like even in sleep he wasn’t willing to let me go.For a long moment I just lay there, barely breathing, my eyes on the gray light spilling through the curtains. His chest rose and fell against my back, steady, strong, grounding me in a way I didn’t want to admit felt safe. I should’ve been panicking. I should’ve pulled away. Instead, I turned my head just enough to see his face.The words from last night cut through me again: “Your father killed my sister.” I hadn’t been able to breathe after he’d said it. And now, lying there in the circle of his arms, I still hated that my father’s blood ran through my veins.He looked younger like th

CHAPTER 55: Mirabella’s POV The ride back from the Ferretti dinner felt endless, the silence in the car almost louder than the city outside. Streetlamps flicked across the glass in long gold streaks, cutting shadows across Giovanni’s face. His arm stayed firm around me, steady as iron, and even though part of me wanted space to breathe, I didn’t move. Annalise’s expression wouldn’t leave me. The way her smile cracked when Giovanni slid that black box across the table, the faint tremor in her hand as she realized what it meant. He’d planned it all, every pause, every line, every calculated glance. It wasn’t just dinner; it was a performance, and he’d made sure the Ferrettis understood their place.I’d told myself I wasn’t shaken. That I could sit there beside him, spine straight, hand laced in his, and pretend I belonged at that table. But underneath, my stomach had twisted into knots. Because no matter how hard I tried to believe otherwise, I wasn’t a partner in tha

CHAPTER 57- Mirabella’s POV The nightmare clung like smoke, curling around my ribs, poisoning the morning quiet. Every time I blinked, I still saw her, the girl with pale hair and blue eyes, perched on the edge of that bed, waiting for a monster she couldn’t escape.Waiting for a monster I knew too well.I stayed in my room longer than I should have, pretending to rest, pretending to breathe. But when voices drifted through the hall, my mother’s among them, I forced myself up. I couldn’t hide. Not when she was finally here. Not when she was safe with me. Mama sat at the table when I entered the dining room, her back straight, her hair gleaming silver in the light. For a second, she looked like a stranger. For another, she looked like everything I had ever lost.Her eyes found me immediately, softening in a way that scraped something raw inside my chest. “You look tired,” she said, her voice quiet, almost tender.I swallowed and slid into the chair beside her. “I’m f

CHAPTER 59 – Mirabella’s POV The balcony doors shut softly behind me, and I walked away before Giovanni’s stare could pin me in place any longer. My pulse was still unsteady, my lips still tingling from the kiss I’d pressed to his cheek. I hadn’t even meant for it to linger that long. But it had, and now the warmth of it clung to me like a secret I couldn’t wash off.Ti amo.The words echoed in my head, sharp as glass. How could a man who kept me caged say he loved me? How could someone who killed without hesitation claim he’d destroy the world for me?Well, he’d kill without hesitation, idiot. I groaned.He didn’t love. He conquered. He took. He possessed.And yet, a part of me whispered, he believed what he said.I shook the thought off violently, muttering a curse under my breath as I rounded the corner, straight into Dominic’s arms.“Mira,” he said, pulling me into a crushing hug. His arms locked around me like a steel trap, he squeezed and I got a whiff of w