All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ANTHONY’S POV“I almost drowned once when I was a little boy. It wasn’t a fun experience. Not to mention a pregnant woman being put in that situation. It must not have been an easy one. I’m going to see that my daughter-in-law is fine.”Just like grandpa, I’d say I also inherited the gift of spotting bullshit from a mile away. I do not doubt that he wants to see how Sonia’s doing for himself, but that’s not all he’ll be doing. He’s going to drill her in the sweetest way possible, prying out information from her until she unknowingly breaks. Because even though I might have successfully discredited Dexter, there will always be that little seed of doubt hanging between us, and maybe not just me, but my other two cousins in the room with us. I know I and Sonia have our stories straight, so I shouldn’t be worried about grandpa going to meet her. But there’s still that question of ‘What if?’ What if she mistakenly slips up?What if she’s tired of this entire charade and decides to fuck

SONIA’S POVThe last time I felt this uneasy, distressing feeling was on the night I got back to Shaun’s apartment to pack my things after I caught him cheating on me with my ex-best friend, Jessica. It seems like such a long time now since that happened. And since then, in the time frame of about six months, there’s no denying that a lot has changed in my life. I moved over to another city, got married to a wealthy man, started working, made new friends… and even fell in love again. Although my feelings might possibly be one-sided, for all I know, it feels good knowing that I still have room in my heart to feel things for someone other than Shaun.Yes, I experienced my fair share of distressing moments with my ex, but none of them come close to what I feel now, standing in this sitting room, a pounding heart in my mouth over the fact that I don’t know what’s become of Anthony. Is he alive? Is he dead?What is happening?I called grandpa after I arrived, to let him know I had gott

SONIA’S POVIt takes me a minute to realize the sound of a door being shut came from my room. As soon as my brain registers it, I scramble up from my bed with as much strength as I can muster. Anthony is back home.And I’m not even scared of the fact that it might not actually have been him who came in here, but I know it’s not a bugler. Call it whatever you may, but I always feel Anthony whenever he’s in the vicinity. I don’t know what to call it, but it sure is a really bold observation on my part for someone who doesn’t give a lot of fucks about me. As I walk out of my room, re-tying my clothing around me, I try to figure out if that is even true. He’d been in my room minutes ago, after all. Maybe grandpa told him how worried I was, and he came in to check if I was doing fine… only to find me asleep. Should I feel bad for falling asleep when there was a possibility of his life being at stake? I do, actually. Even though he might not necessarily mind considering my pregnancy. I

SONIA’S POVThe quiet grunt sounds that come out of Anthony are the only indicator that shows he feels the brutal stinging of the needle piercing his skin. More and more of his blood even coats my hand now, and originally, I’d want to puke, but Anthony seems to understand this as he has been bringing up small talk, probably as a means to distract me. “Good job, my darling.” My belly dips at his comment, but I don’t take my eyes away from what I’m doing as I’m eager not to mess things up. “Now take the needle underneath that one and pull.” “How many times do I have to do it?” I whisper.“As many times as you feel is fine.” So I do it five times and nothing more. Anthony examines my work with the mirror he’d been using to guide me, as I dip cotton wool in spirit and proceed to clean the area. By the time we’re done and I’ve gathered the first aid back in its box, the time on the wall reads 4:23 a.m., and when I see Anthony’s eyes are on the clock as well, I already know what he’s g

SONIA’S POVAnthony lets me lead him upstairs without a word as our fingers are intertwined together, and he walks behind me, with his bloodied shirt firmly gripped in his gloved hands. I have questions about that piece of material that never seems to come off him, even as it’s dead into the night, but I don’t voice any of those questions, not just because I don’t intend to ruin the mood should there be a story behind it, but also because since he’s going to be getting into the shower to clean up, the glove will definitely be coming off. Twisting the door handle to Anthony’s bedroom, I’m the first to step into his sanctuary, with him following soon after. When he turns on the light, I’m greeted with nothing but white and grey colors, though white seems to be the dominant color here.His huge bed occupies an insane amount of space by the center of the white wall. Its white sheets, grey beddings, and pillows are laid so well that there isn’t a hint of crease on them. His room smells