All Chapters of BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD [BOOK 1 OF ‘ENTANGLED’ SERIES]: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OLIVIA“Wait, he’s your husband?”Doubts stirred in my chest, then it was replaced by an unsettling feeling that formed a knot in my stomach.Anger.Isabella tried to mask the moment with a nervous laugh, her eyes glaring and passing several signals telling me to compose myself.But I ignored every one of them.Isabella shot me a warning look. “Don’t be rude now, Olivia. Fernando is—‘’Without warning or listening, I headed straight to the door, my hands gripping the doorknob tightly. I couldn’t stay there; I refused to be under the same roof as a man who stared at me like I was some prey.I heard Isabella muttering an apology to him, my ears picking up the sounds of her heels clicking against the floor.Guards stood outside the door just as I opened it, and their broad chests made me halt, forcing me to remain in the doorway.“Olivia, stop.”Isabella caught up with me and yanked my arm back. She pulled me back into the room, then proceeded to say something in Italian—conversing with

OLIVIA “Isabella!” I cried, struggling as a guard seized my arm. “Why are you doing this?”She walked towards the doorway and stood there, stepping aside for them to drag me out. “Fernando called for you,” she said flatly, locking the door behind us. “All you have to do is please him and do whatever he wants without complaining or trying to fight back.”“I’m pregnant,” my voice cracked as I reminded her. “I can’t do anything with him. Tell them to let me go!”My bare feet scraped against the marble before the floor vanished beneath me. Stefan and his colleague lifted me off the ground, carrying me like I weighed less than a feather.Isabella whispered something to them in Italian before walking off. Her heels clicking away against the marble floor made my heart sink into my stomach.She’d left me without saying a word or paying attention to my cries. And the fact that she could even do this to me was hurtful.I clung to disbelief. The sister who once swore to protect me wouldn’t han

OLIVIASix years ago, I never would have believed Isabella would be the one to throw me out.But being under the same roof with Fernando brought so many different experiences. We argued often, she slapped me and cursed me out repeatedly, and even went as far as starving me for days.I still couldn’t understand how she became that person. I’d been roaming the streets of Mexico for five hours straight without any rest.My feet were aching, caked with mud from hours of walking barefoot. My hair was a mess, my dress the same one I’d worn for days because Isabella refused to let me touch her things.And I hadn’t brought anything else.The sun scorched my skin as I dragged my feet through the busy streets. The streets were packed, yet no one spared me more than a glance.When they did, their faces were etched with scorn.Mexico.Italy. Willowcreek. New Orleans.That had been my journey since my father died. Isabella brought me to Mexico, and I still had no idea who’d saved me from the wra

OLIVIA“Did Darren say when he was coming?”I asked Roberta, Darren’s mother. We stood in the dining room, setting the table for lunch. The last two months in the De Lucas’ house were unlike anywhere I’d ever lived. They were very accommodating, and they treated me like a special guest.Roberta and Dario—his parents… doted on Alix and spoiled him like he was their grandchild. I tried to help with chores, do whatever I could to show my gratitude, but they hardly allowed me to do anything.“He called three days ago,” she responded, arranging the cutlery next to the plates. “But he didn’t say anything about his next visit.”I nodded. “Okay.”Three weeks. So he’d called but didn’t even bother to leave a message for me?Not even a word? Great.I kept folding the napkins into little triangular shapes like she’d taught me. My mind drifted, wondering why Darren hadn’t come by in the past three weeks.“You sound disappointed. Do you miss him?”I caught her staring at me when I raised my head.

OLIVIA“Is he… okay?”I asked quietly as I sat on the bed, tending to Darren’s chest wound while he sat on a chair in front of me.“Maybe,” he said flatly. “He deserved whatever happened to him for doing what he did.”I poured the saline solution onto the gauze. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the room as I pressed it to his skin.My hands trembled despite my best effort to stay steady. Darren's eyes met mine, and my lips curved into a small smile, even though I was silently freaking out. "This might sting," I whispered, wiping around the wound. He sucked in a breath and flinched, making me feel a pang of guilt. My gaze dropped to his chest before I could stop it, and guilt tightened in my chest.“Are you okay?” I asked softly.He nodded, his gaze never breaking, and I had to pretend like I wasn’t aware, my cheeks heating up.“Yeah. It doesn’t hurt that much though.”“It’s deeper than you think,” I murmured. “And I’m still not happy that you shot someone because of me.”I hated