Semua Bab Mafia's Little Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 10

8PMAlessandro sat rigidly in the director’s chair, cold eyes locked on the medical files laid before him. A line of doctors stood in front of the desk, nerves visibly cracking under the tension. His face betrayed no emotion, but the air was thick with dread as his gaze lingered on his mother’s hospital report.Without warning, he looked up. The moment his icy stare met theirs, every doctor lowered their head, trembling. Rising to his feet, hands casually tucked into his pockets, Alessandro walked toward them slowly—intimidating without saying a word.“Who is responsible for coordinating her medical care?” he asked, voice low but heavy with threat.“It—it's Dr. Kate—I mean, Dr. Ben. I was—” the director stammered, stumbling over words like a man about to drown.“I asked a fucking question!” Alessandro snapped.A doctor finally stepped forward, bowing his head. “I was in charge, sir… but last month she insisted I stop. She said she was fine. That she didn’t need monitoring.”“Is she a

~~ROMANO MANSION~~9:00 a.m.Mariana sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her phone in her hand. She glanced around the room, her composure crumbling, as she burst into tears. Her once-perfect life had shattered right before her eyes, and she had no control over any of it. Her thoughts turned to her father, Meekha, and Leonardo, and the weight of the betrayal bore down on her even more. She had let everyone close to her down, but it had been necessary. She would do anything to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.She hadn't even bothered to ask who she was marrying.The door opened. Beatrice walked in, a satisfied smile on her face. She sat beside Mariana and patted her gently on the head."It's time you repay me for bringing you into this world. Everything I do is for you," she said smoothly."By this time tomorrow, you'll be Mrs. Esposito instead of Miss Romano."Mariana's eyes widened. "You even dared to change my surname? Who gave you that right?" She

LAKESIDE — 9:30 A.M.Leonardo pulled over near a quiet lake, the tires crunching over the gravel as the car came to a stop. Towering trees wrapped the area in a cocoon of privacy, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. The lake’s surface shimmered like glass, reflecting the pale blue of the morning sky. It was the kind of place where time felt slower—more fragile.But the silence between them was anything but peaceful.Leonardo got out first, slamming the door harder than he needed to. Anna followed hesitantly, her arms wrapped tightly around herself—not from the cold, but from the weight pressing down on her chest. She walked to the water’s edge, her eyes locked on the gentle ripples as if they might drown out the chaos in her heart.She didn’t hear him approach.“What the hell is wrong with you, Anna?”His voice cut like glass. She flinched and turned slowly, her face a careful mask.“What are you doing, Leo?” she asked, her voice quiet but defensive. “Are you following me now

The biting cold seemed to seep into Marianna's bones, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was his presence that sent shivers down her spine.His aura seemed to radiate an icy chill, making it impossible to distinguish between the external temperature and the frostiness emanating from him. The hallway, though dimly lit, felt like a tunnel of fear, closing in on her with every step he took. The overhead chandelier flickered slightly, casting long, wavering shadows across the marble floor that mirrored her dread.As he stepped closer, Marianna's instincts screamed for her to flee, but he blocked her path. He didn’t have to say a word—his presence alone was suffocating. His cold, piercing eyes seemed to bore into her very soul as he grasped her hand roughly, dragging her back before pinning her against the wall.The impact knocked the wind out of her. Her hands immediately reached to push him away, but he was like a wall—unmovable. His body caged her in, a trap of flesh and fury

Marianna shut her eyes, her breath hitching as Sandro’s mouth closed around her breast, his fingers kneading her like she belonged to him.“Anna? Are you okay?” Leo’s voice came through the speaker, threaded with concern.“Y-yeah... I’m fi—ne,” she stammered, forcing her lips together, trying to swallow the moan that rose in her throat.“You sound weird. Are you sick?” Leo pressed.Sandro raised his head, eyes glittering with amusement. He brought his lips close to her ear.“Are you really okay?” he echoed Leo mockingly—loud enough for him to hear.Leo’s tone sharpened. “Who the hell is that?”Marianna’s throat went dry. Sweat trickled down her spine.“N-no one,” she whispered. Her body trembled, not just from fear—but from the helpless war raging inside her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But most of all, she wanted to hide.Sandro tilted his head. “Let it out, kitten,” he whispered darkly, and with a sudden sweep of his arm, sent everything on the desk crashing to the floo