All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dahlia’s POVMy mouth opened. Nothing came out. Not a word. Not even a sound.I scrambled to grab my phone, but I was so flustered my fingers kept slipping.“I—I wasn’t— I didn’t know— It just opened— It wasn’t—”The video moaned again, even louder this time, like the universe truly hated me.Luca stepped closer, his footsteps slow, unhurried, almost lazy. Like he was enjoying the show far more than any normal person should.“Mm,” he hummed. “Looks like you were studying something very… educational.”“I wasn’t!” I squeaked, finally managing to grab the phone. I slapped my palm over the screen as if that would magically shut it up. “I didn’t mean to— I just clicked a link and— and—”He stopped right in front of me.So close I could smell the cold night air on his clothes, the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth of his skin under it all.“Princess,” he said, bending down just a little so his eyes were level with mine, “you’re blushing all the way to your chest.”I instantly grabbed t

Dahlia’s POVI looked up at him from where I was kneeling. His hair was a little messy, falling over his forehead. His eyes were half-closed, and they looked darker than usual. His jaw was clenched tight, and a little vein was showing on his neck. I didn’t know why, but seeing him like that—big, strong, usually cold Luca—looking like this because of me… it made me feel warm and brave.I stroked him a bit faster, trying to match the way his breath changed. His hips jerked just a tiny bit, like he couldn’t help it, and his hand came up to grab the armrest of the sofa. His fingers curled around it so hard his knuckles turned white.“God…” he murmured under his breath. His eyes met mine again, burning and intense. “You’re doing so well, princess.”Hearing that made my heart squeeze. I smiled a little, shy but proud.I slid my other hand up his thigh, feeling the hard, warm muscle under my palm. His body felt tense, like he was pulling himself back from the edge. Every small sound he made

Dahlia’s POVI spent the afternoon in my painting room, alone with my thoughts. The sunlight coming through the big window made everything warm and soft, but my mind wasn’t focused on my brushes or the half-finished painting. It kept drifting back to last night—Luca’s hands on my skin, the way he whispered to me, the look in his eyes when he touched me.Just remembering it made my cheeks heat up. I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to calm myself, but it wasn’t working. My whole body still felt a little tingly, like he’d left something behind in me that refused to fade.Then my phone pinged.The sharp sound cut straight through my daydream, and I blinked, a bit annoyed at first. I reached for my phone on the little stool beside me, wiping my paint-stained fingers on my apron before picking it up.The moment I saw the message, my stomach dropped.Unknown Number: I know you are not Denise.My heart felt like it slammed against my ribs. I stared at the message so long my vision blurr

Dahlia’s POVThe next morning came too fast. I barely slept, and when I finally dragged myself out of bed, my stomach felt tight with nerves. Luca was already getting dressed for work, standing in front of the mirror and fixing his cuffs. He looked so calm… so normal… and meanwhile I felt like I had a storm living under my skin.I sat on the bed quietly, pretending to fiddle with the blanket. When he glanced over, his brows pulled together.“You look sad,” he said, voice soft but firm, the way it always was when he was trying to read me. “What’s wrong, princess?”I forced a tiny frown and shrugged, like I didn’t want to bother him. “I’m just… bored,” I said, letting my shoulders droop a little. “Being inside the house all the time is making me feel trapped. I want some fresh air today.”He gave me a small smile. “You can go out anytime you want. Just take your guards.”That was the part I’d been dreading. I got up slowly, walked to him, and reached for his tie. He always softened whe

Dahlia’s POVI drove to the bank with my stomach twisting the whole way. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, so tight my knuckles looked white. When I pulled into the parking lot, I just sat there for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to calm myself down.I looked at the gun in my bag and hesitated.I didn’t want to walk into a bank holding that thing. It felt wrong. Too dangerous. Too obvious. So I left it hidden under the seat, pushed far back where no one would see it.“Okay,” I whispered to myself, even though it didn’t make me feel any better.I stepped out of the car, smoothing down my dress with shaky hands. The sun was bright, but somehow it felt cold against my skin. My heels clicked as I walked across the parking lot and pushed open the glass doors to the bank.Inside, everything looked normal. Too normal. People stood in line. A woman was filling out a form. A man in a suit talked on his phone. But all I could hear was my heartbeat rushing in my ears.I walked up to