All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SONIA’S POV Sitting dormant in this house for the past 48 hours has been like nothing but a harsh punishment. It has also given me room to reflect on Anthony’s rude attitude towards me since we got married. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to his proposal, but this… this definitely isn’t it. I feel sad, bored, and alone sitting here all by myself. And my current state makes everything ten times worse. My morning sickness has been as consistent as ever, and I’ve cried more times than I can count. The one company I’ve had since Anthony stormed out two nights ago was the OB-GYN, who came to check that I was doing just fine, and even she left as soon as she’d recommended taking some rest and given me medications.Done with my cup of tea, I make my way to the sink to wash up when I hear a distant sound. That’s the most sound I’ve heard in a while, and I have to find its source. Anything to keep me from going crazy in here. I quickly wash up the teacup and head outside. The wa

SONIA’S POV Our honeymoon – if I can even call it that – officially comes to an end today. After the incident with the teenager in the early hours of the morning, I had gone back to bed and only awoken early enough to see Anthony leave by 7 a.m. Before leaving, he’d told me to get ready as we would be driving back home around the evening. He didn’t say where he was going, and I didn’t ask either. I’ve begun to learn that his whereabouts shouldn’t be any of my business. To him, at least. I spend my morning packing up my bag, having breakfast, taking a walk around noon, and by the time it’s 4 p.m., I go to say my goodbyes to Gerald and a few of his relatives I met on the farm yesterday. “You’re just as beautiful as they mentioned, Mrs. Romano.” Gerald’s older sister says to me. I smile at her compliment because it’s either that or having to ask who the ‘they’ is that ‘mentioned’ what. “I’m glad Mr. Romano has you. I have seen a lot of the others in our world, and there really isn’

ANTHONY’S POV I watch Sonia stand at the door to my office, frozen from shock at the sight before her. When she doesn’t find what she’s looking for in my eyes, she turns away and shuts the door behind her. In turn, my head goes back to the document displayed on the screen of my MacBook. “I haven’t been in a scene as intense as that for a long, long time.” Cynthia laughs behind me, and my jaw ticks for some unknown reason. I know what it looked like when Sonia stepped in. And I’m sure that’s exactly what Cynthia wanted, considering how much noise she had been making. “Are you happy now?” “My love, I’m always happy with you. You know that.” She purrs into my ear, intentionally missing the point of my question. I feel her hands slide down my torso to the buckle of my pants, and I already know where she’s going with this. Grabbing hold of her wrist, I push it away. She lets out a frustrated breath and leaves where she’s standing behind me, appearing in front of my desk, where

SONIA’S POV Because I’ve been mostly holed up in my room, the next couple of days go by painfully and slowly. My main aim has been to re-strategize, but nothing seems to come to mind of late. Not until I leave my room for the kitchen to grab an apple. I’ve just bitten into it when Taylor walks in with Chiara on his tail. They’re both discussing something when the perfect idea pops up. I should have thought of this sooner. “Taylor!” I spurt out, nearly choking on my apple.The huge scarred-faced man turns to me, probably noticing my presence in here for the first time since I was standing at a corner.“Good morning, Mrs.” He greets.“Morning,” I respond in a singy manner, more cheered up than I was when I walked in here.Taylor frowns at my sudden happiness, and I quite frankly can’t blame him. My grin is so wide.“May I have a word, please?”As soon as he hears my request, understanding dawns on him that Anthony must definitely be the bone of contention here, and since Chiara is o

SONIA’S POV It took me a while to figure out that the party Anthony talked about two days ago wasn’t actually being held solely for the purpose of the pregnancy. It’s actually the Italian mafia patriarch’s 80th birthday celebration, and the news of the baby would be announced there. Which is great because I was beginning to wonder what an announcement party was. That would have been way too extreme in my opinion. Announcing it on a WhatsApp group chat would have been more ideal, but what do I know? These Italians can be way too extra at times. It’s past 2 p.m. and Anthony and I are all dressed up for the party and ready to go. I’m wearing a black bandage dress and heels, and my hair has been styled in a wavy length by a hairstylist Anthony called earlier. I look breathtaking as far as I’m concerned, and I’m grateful for that because it gives me an extra layer of confidence for today’s event. It’s going to be my first time at Anthony’s family gathering since the wedding almost two