All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SONIA’S POV A very long time ago, someone once dear to me said betrayal would come in different shapes, forms and sizes and so I should be mindful of the words that comes out of my mouth and especially who I say those words to. My Mother also said not everyone likes the idea of anyone else being happy except them. Those were the words she said before she died in my arms 19 years ago. I was just 5 years old. Looking at the two people I thought I knew like the back of my hands, I realize that my Mother wasn't wrong. She'd never been wrong. I had only ever said good things about Shaun to Jessica and with everything I'm seeing now, she wanted to have a taste of what I had fed her. “Sonia honey, It's not what it looks like,” Jessica says to me and suddenly my hand itches to grab the gun in my purse. I haven’t used it before but how hard can it be? “It was your stupid talk that made me come here, you know?” I say to Jessica and look at Shaun who has been stunned to silence all thes

SONIA’S POV Today started with me taking a brisk walk through the city park then… I found myself here, where it all began. The only difference is that I’m at the top of the New Orientals Hotel, so close to the edge that if I take a large step forward, I’d be falling 30 feet to my death. Death. That word suddenly doesn’t sound so bad. I’ve had two days to think about my situation and I’ve always come up empty on a solution. My father might as well have disowned me, the two people I thought were my people are now for each other, making them a thing of the past for me and I’m pregnant. But the most insane part of my last ordeal is that I’ve just considered keeping the pregnancy. I made this decision just two seconds ago and going over it again, the thought doesn’t really seem so bad. I have just myself in the world right now and getting rid of my child will only make me feel shitier that I already do. Besides, I have the money from my years of savings to fend for us both. Sure, m

SONIA’S POV The sounds I hear once we’re parked in the garage are somewhat distant and yet loud. Where are they coming from? “Come, Sonia. We don’t want to keep our guest waiting now, do we?” “Our guest? What do you mean?” I ask, bewildered. The train of my gown was taken off hours earlier so I’m able to exit the car without help. Anthony holds the elevator door open for me and let’s go once I’m in, hitting the button to the 47th floor. I seize the opportunity to probe once more. “Anthony what’s going on?” “It’s a tradition here to deflower your bride on the night of the wedding within earshot of everyone who cares to listen. After the sex, the sheet is taken for inspection.” He’s leaning on the railing, explaining like we’re talking about something totally normal. I can feel the blood drain out of my face and I all of a sudden feel like I might faint. “What?” I mutter, shock written all over me. “Please tell me you’re joking?” “No, Sonia.” He cocks his head to the sid

SONIA’S POV Six days. That’s exactly how long it’s been since I was married, since that crazy night of our wedding, and since I last saw Anthony, my supposed husband. How is it that I keep getting dumped more times than I can count? What’s worse, my morning sickness started three days ago, and between going to the toilet to throw up and having to do it multiple times a day, it’s what’s been keeping me busy all this time. I feel a relapse in my vision and immediately know that I’m about to have another episode. “Ma’am, are you okay?” I hear Chiara ask on my way upstairs, and I make a throaty sound in reply, unsure if she heard me at all. In the bathroom, I empty my breakfast contents into the toilet, grateful for having consumed so little this morning. My appetite keeps getting worse daily, and I fear really do need my child healthy. My pregnancy is the reason I’m here after all. “Mrs. Romano, I think you might be pregnant.” I whip my head behind me to find Chiara a

SONIA’S POV When Anthony said we were going to his ‘place’ in Saddle River, I didn’t expect it to be this beautiful. It’s contrary to how plain he presented it to be.It has a country home and a modern home feeling to it. The slamming of a door pulls me out of my trance, and I leave the car to join Anthony outside as he climbs the stairs leading to the front door.“This place is really beautiful. How long have you had it for?”“Since I was 17.”We enter the house, and I’m awed at the sight before me. It’s cozy and yet modern, just like the outside, except this is ten times better. “Come, let me show you to your room.” He walks away, up the stairs, and then disappears into a hallway. I follow closely behind.“You mean ‘our room?’” He turns and gives me an are-you-crazy look. “My room’s on the other side of the hall.” His gloved hand points in one direction in the hallway.Okay then.“If you need anything,” he makes a weird hand gesture like he’s showing me around. "Well, it won’t b