บททั้งหมดของ SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Dahlia’s POVThe pressure hit my clit just right, and he groaned deep in his throat at the same time I moaned, the sound escaping unbidden.I didn't stop. I kept rubbing my pussy against his cock, rolling my hips in circles, feeling the heat of him through the thin fabric. Each slide sent sparks up my spine, my wetness soaking into my shorts.Luca's hand left my throat to slide up under my bra, his fingers finding my nipple. He pinched it hard, twisting just enough to make me gasp, the sharp sting mixing with the building ache between my legs.His other hand moved lower, slipping between us. He began rubbing my clit through my clothes, his thumb pressing firm circles over the damp spot on my shorts. The dual sensation—his cock grinding up against my folds and his fingers working my swollen nub—pushed me higher. I rocked faster, my breaths coming in pants, chasing that edge. My pussy throbbed, slick and needy, as I ground down harder.It built quick, too quick. My body tensed, muscles

Dahlia’s POVThe next morning, after Luca left for work, the house felt quieter than usual. Too quiet. I got dressed slowly, like my body was moving but my mind was somewhere else. I picked a simple outfit—nothing too flashy. Just jeans, a soft top, and flats. I took my gun like Luca asked and tucked it away in my bag. I didn’t like the weight of it there, but it also made me feel… grounded. Like I wasn’t completely alone.I went down to the garage and stared at the Lamborghini for a moment before getting in. The car was beautiful, powerful, expensive. Sometimes it still felt strange that this was my life now. That I was Luca Romano’s wife. That this was normal for me.As I started the engine, my chest felt tight.I didn’t know how my parents would react to seeing me. It had been so long. Too long. Since the wedding, there had been silence. I understood that Luca had changed my phone and they didn’t have my new number—but phones weren’t the only way to reach someone. They hadn’t tried

Luca’s POVI was sitting at my desk, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the sound of paper shifting beneath my fingers. I had been going through documents for over an hour, signing here, rereading there, correcting numbers that didn’t sit right with me. Work usually grounded me. It gave me something solid to hold onto. Control. Focus.But that day, my mind kept drifting.I checked the time again. Dahlia had gone out earlier. She said she was visiting her parents. I trusted her, but a small part of me still felt uneasy. Old habits. Old instincts. You don’t survive my world without them.My phone rang suddenly, loud in the quiet office.I looked at the screen.Dante.I answered immediately. “Talk.”His voice came through sharp and tense. Not rushed, but tight enough that I knew this wasn’t a small issue. “We’ve got a situation.”I leaned back in my chair, already bracing myself. “Go on.”“Two of our warehouses in Florida were attacked.”My fingers stilled

Dahlia’s POVI laughed quietly. “Already?”“Yes,” he said immediately, like there was no other answer.My chest warmed. “I miss you too.”I sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket around myself. “How are things going over there?”“I’m handling it,” he replied. “Everything is under control. You don’t need to worry, my beautiful wife.”I smiled at the words, feeling comforted just hearing his voice. “I know.”Then I heard someone call his name in the background. Luca turned his head slightly, listening, his attention being pulled away.“I have to go,” he said, looking back at me. “But I’ll call you later.”“I know,” I said softly. “Go take care of things. We’ll talk later.”He smiled then. That slow, private smile that always made my heart skip. “Be good,” he said.“I will.”“Goodbye, princess.”“Goodbye.”The call ended, and the room felt too quiet afterward. I stared at my phone for a long moment before placing it beside me. My hand drifted back to my stomach again, my fingers curl

Dahlia’s POVI sat there staring at her, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape my chest. The café suddenly felt too small. Too loud. Every sound around us blurred together, like I was underwater.“So,” I said slowly, my voice low and tight, “you really came all this way thinking I’d just… move aside.”Denise shrugged, like it was obvious. Like it made perfect sense.“You were never meant to be there in the first place,” she said. “That life was mine. Luca was mine.”I let out a shaky breath. “You ran away,” I reminded her. “You left. You chose to disappear.”She rolled her eyes. “Because I was scared. You know how I get.”That sentence.That excuse.It snapped something in me.“You don’t get to say that like it fixes everything,” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “You don’t get to vanish and leave me to clean up your mess, and then come back and ask me to give you my life.”She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Luca already thinks you’re me. He marrie