All Chapters of The Mafia's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty-OneTHE front door clicked shut.It wasn't loud, but the soft sound was enough to pull Carly from sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was, only that it was well past midnight. The entire household had gone still. The three bodyguards Giovanni had assigned to her were downstairs, taking shifts patrolling the perimeter for any possible threats.If not for the ambush they'd recently survived, she might've found the whole setup ridiculous. Giovanni assigning three men just to watch over her? It sounded excessive.Then again, better safe than sorry.And besides, their presence had brought a surprising spark of excitement to the female household staff. Finally, someone worth swooning over. Unlike the aging family driver and longtime security guard, who felt more like uncles than eye candy."Only Nanay Zeny still gets giddy over those two," they joked, which earned them a sharp pinch on the arm and a full sermon abou

Chapter Thirty-ThreeCARLOTTA felt utterly drained after making love with Giovanni. He rolled off her, his arm draping possessively over her waist. His breathing was as ragged as hers, his heart pounding hard enough for her to feel it against her ribs."I know you're hungry. I'll get you something to eat while you freshen up," he said, pushing himself from the bed.She turned onto her stomach and watched him dress, her gaze trailing over the broad expanse of his shoulders, the sleek play of muscle beneath his skin. The strong cut of his jaw caught the light, shadowed by stubble that made him look dangerously untamed. Even in the muted glow of the room, there was a magnetism to the way he moved—measured, deliberate, entirely in control. Heat seemed to radiate from him, making her pulse jump as if her body recognized the raw power he carried.When he glanced back, a wicked grin tugged at his lips. He bent to kiss her, one hand cupping

Chapter Thirty-FiveTHE warm rays of morning sunshine greeted Carly as she opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gap in her curtains, the light dancing across her skin as the soft fabric swayed gently in the morning breeze. She stretched lazily, a yawn forming on her lips, only to freeze mid-breath and cover her mouth when she saw Giovanni sitting on the edge of her bed. A hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips as he watched her, his gaze intense.He was shirtless, his well-built upper torso was gleaming in the morning light. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he wore nothing but a towel slung low around his waist... so low she could see the sharp V of his hipbones.Her throat suddenly felt dry."Good morning, sleepyhead. Up for Subic?" he asked, his voice casual, almost lazy. But then his lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk."Um...""I take it the view is... quite distracting?"She cl

Chapter Thirty-SevenGIOVANNI didn't answer immediately. The weight of Carly's words—someone you loved—hung between them like a blade suspended by a thread. Yes, Lucia had followed him when he left. But he chose to act as though he hadn't heard her at all."Someone from my past," he said finally, his voice carefully controlled. "Someone who made her choice a long time ago."It wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough. For now.Marcus's return saved him from deeper questioning. The moment they settled into business mode, the conversation shifted to safer ground. Investment opportunities, track expansion, profit margins. Carly let the subject drop, but Giovanni felt her watching

Chapter Thirty-NineGIOVANNI gently squeezed Carly's hand when she flinched. She had been sleeping soundly until a noise from outside the house disturbed her sleep. Dawn was breaking, but the light hadn't fully broken yet."Shh... go back to sleep," he murmured, drawing her closer, his palm gliding over her back in slow, reassuring strokes. His voice was softer than she was used to, low and calming.Three days had passed since they returned from Subic. She hadn't sustained any serious injuries from the shooting, just some bruise that had already begun to fade, and a few scrapes from when he'd pulled her behind cover. But the psychological trauma seemed far worse, leaving invisible wounds that cut deeper than any bullet could.