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

Chapter Fifty-Two"OH, y-you're here. I thought you said seven o'clock."Carly's heart gave a hard thud the moment she saw Giovanni.He had gotten a haircut, she noticed. And if it was even possible, it only made him look hotter. Sexier."Can't I show up early just because I missed you?" His lips curved into that infuriatingly charming half-smile.Carly felt the temperature in her face spike. She was blushing, she just knew it. And what did he just say? He missed her?While she tried to casually take in the sight of him in his gray suit and black undershirt, Giovanni made no effort to hide the way his eyes slowly swept over her, hot and searing."I hope I'm not too flashy... or too casual?" she asked, a little self-conscious.She was wearing a simple V-neck mini dress with three-quarter sleeves, black with a delicate chain belt that cinched at her tiny waist. It was a careful choice. Elegant without being too s

Chapter Fifty-Four"YOU can all stay here," Carly told her four bodyguards as she stepped out of the car.She saw the protest in their eyes."I'm safe here, okay?" she said, trying not to sound irritated.They were inside a private cemetery. She was there to visit her mother's grave. Whenever she needed to be alone, this was where she came. Whenever her anger toward Tyron grew too heavy to bear, she would come here instead, crying quietly before her mother's resting place.But was her mother truly a bad woman? Was it true she had been Don Salvatorre's mistress, as Giovanni had said? Ah, if only she were still alive, Carly could ask her about all the questions tormenting her heart. Even now she could already imagine Giovanni's fury the moment he discovered she was the daughter of the woman he despised most half of his life. And she was almost certain then that their wedding would never happen.The thought made her chest tight

Chapter Fifty-Six"ALPHA, Delta, Bravo, Foxtrot," Giovanni called out to his four men, already spread around Benedicto Ang's stronghold."In position, Boss," came their successive responses through the comms.After gathering his team, he'd decided it was time to assault Benedicto's territory. He could no longer wait to finish this so he could finally confront his father.Giovanni's special team consisted of five men—Leon, his highly trained sniper and intel specialist, and The Four: Amir, Dalziel, Brax, and Fakhry, known by the callsign Fulgoso. All former military, all handpicked by him. They were the kind of men he only called when the situation demanded high-level skills."I've got visual, Boss," Leon murmured through comms, binoculars fixed on the sprawl below.Benedicto's remnants had holed up in an old junkyard, its rusting towers of scrap metal forming a fortress of decay. Intel Leon had gathered from intercepted chatter suggested Benedicto himself would be arriving to regroup

Chapter Fifty-EightUPON arriving at the hospital, orderlies rushed forward with a gurney, transferring Carly from Giovanni's arms with professional speed. A team of doctors and nurses immediately surrounded her, wheeling her through the swinging doors of the emergency department."Female, mid-twenties, abdominal trauma, possible pregnancy!" one nurse called out as they moved."Vitals?" the doctor barked."BP dropping, pulse rapid!" another answered.Giovanni stumbled after them until a nurse blocked his path. "Sir, you can't go in. Please wait here. We'll update you as soon as we can."He froze in the corridor, his body numb, his mind blank except for the sight of Carly's pale face vanishing behind double doors. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled his lungs but did nothing to steady him. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly powerless."Sir, you're bleeding. Would you like to—""No." Giovann

Chapter SixtyJONAS froze at the sight of the woman sitting in his favorite wicker chair, planted casually before the massive flat-screen TV. The leather of her jacket caught the glow of the screen, her dark sunglasses reflecting his own stunned expression. She sat like she owned the place—legs crossed, one stiletto boot dangling with lazy menace, the spike of its heel as lethal as a blade.His gaze flicked to the coffee table, to the Glock taped beneath it. Useless, she was sitting right in front of it.Shit. She knows exactly where it is.Inwardly, he sighed. He'd been looking forward to watching One Piece without interruption. And maybe ordering Chinese takeout, cracking open a beer. But it seemed that plan would have to wait, thanks to an unexpected guest who clearly had no intention of making this a social call."Phantom," he said, dry as sandpaper. His voice came out steadier than he felt. "What an honor. What'