All Chapters of THE MAFIA BOSS PLUS-SIZED OBSESSION.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The week before the wedding should have been the happiest of my life. Every time I saw Bella flipping through dress designs or sitting with the planners, her face glowing with nervous excitement, my chest tightened with something I had never felt before, peace. For once, I thought I had finally outrun the weight of my name, my family, and the blood that had followed me all these years.But peace never lasted long in my world.It started with whispers. A phone call from one of my men at the port. A small message slipped into my hand during a meeting. A stranger’s face lingered too long at the gates of the mansion. Little things, but little things were what kept me alive this long. I didn’t ignore them.One night, I sat in my office, the study door closed. Papers from the wedding planner lay across my desk, seating charts, vendor lists, and security details for the guests. My eyes weren’t on them. They were on the note in my hand.“Whispers in the East Side. Talk of blood at the wedding

The church was grand, far grander than anything I ever imagined standing in. The chandeliers above glowed so brightly they seemed to swallow every shadow, making the marble floors shine. Rows of guests filled the long pews, their whispers echoing softly, mixing with the organ music that drifted through the air. I had been staring at the doors ahead of me for minutes, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to take steady breaths but failing miserably.I clutched my bouquet tighter. My hands were trembling. I told myself it was only nerves, that I wasn’t afraid. But maybe I was afraid of what this moment meant, afraid of standing in front of so many people who came from worlds I still didn’t fully understand. Mafia leaders, powerful families, people who looked at me not as Bella the woman but as the wife of Liam Knight.Yet, when the doors opened and I saw him waiting at the altar, all my fears melted away.Liam stood tall, his black tuxedo sharp against the soft white flowers decorating

Bella’s pov.The ride back to the house was quiet. The city lights blurred through the tinted window, golden and soft, like the whole world had slowed down for us. I sat beside Liam, my fingers laced with his, the weight of the ring on my hand still strange but beautiful.He hadn’t said much, just held my hand, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin. Every time I looked at him, I found him already looking at me — like he couldn’t believe I was really there.When we reached the house, it was empty and quiet, the guards keeping a respectful distance outside.Liam opened the car door for me, his hand steady and warm. “You okay?” he asked softly.I nodded. “Just… nervous, I guess.”He smiled faintly. “Me too.”That made me laugh. “You? The man who doesn’t get nervous?”“Only when it comes to you,” he said.Something in my chest fluttered. He wasn’t teasing — his tone was honest, calm, and gentle.Inside, the lights were dim. The living room smelled faintly of roses and wine from

Liam’s pov.It had been a few weeks since the wedding, and life felt almost peaceful for the first time in a long while.The mornings had their rhythm now. Bella would wake up before me, her soft movements brushing against the sheets, her quiet hums while she picked what to wear for the day. She usually left early for the hospital site, and I’d head to my office not long after. There was something comforting about that — both of us chasing our goals, yet still finding our way back to each other every night.Today started no differently.I sat behind my desk, flipping through the papers Axel dropped off. Numbers, deals, names, the usual routine. The air smelled faintly of strong coffee and cigarette smoke. Everything was fine until, somewhere between signing the second contract and answering a call, I felt a sharp pain behind my eyes.It came out of nowhere.I blinked hard, pressing my thumb against my temple. It wasn’t the normal kind of headache that faded after a few seconds. This o

Liam’s POV.I woke up to a dull, heavy feeling behind my eyes. Not sharp. Not screaming. Just there. Like something was sitting inside my head, pressing slowly.My eyelids felt thick when I tried to open them. It took effort. More than it should have. The room came into view in pieces, white ceiling, soft light, the quiet beeping of a monitor somewhere close.Hospital.I shifted slightly, and that was when I felt her hand around mine. Small. Warm. Holding tight, like she’d been afraid to let go even in sleep.Bella.I turned my head carefully. She was sitting on a chair beside the bed, her body angled toward me. One arm rested on the mattress, her head laid gently near my hand. Her hair had fallen forward, hiding part of her face. She looked exhausted. Not just tired—worn thin.My chest tightened.I moved my fingers, just a little.She reacted instantly.Her head lifted, fast. Too fast. Her eyes met mine, and for a second she just stared, like she didn’t trust what she was seeing. The