All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dahlia’s POV“I did,” I said softly. “And I did. For years.”I leaned back in my chair, my hands shaking now, resting in my lap. “I put you first in everything. Always. Your needs came before mine. Your mistakes became my responsibility. When you ran, I stayed. When you fell, I picked you up. When you messed up, I cleaned it all away.”Her eyes flickered, but she said nothing.“I gave up so much for you,” I went on. “I swallowed my feelings. I kept quiet. I let you talk down to me. I let you hurt me, again and again, because I thought I owed you.”She laughed bitterly. “You do owe me.”“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t. Not anymore.”She leaned forward, her voice sharp. “So that’s it? You’re just throwing me away now that you’re living my life? Married to my husband?”“He’s not your husband,” I said, my chest tightening. “And I’m not living your life. I built my own.”Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re only there because I wasn’t.”“That’s not true,” I replied, my voice low

Luca’s POVI still hadn’t figured out who was behind the attacks on my warehouses. No matter how many men I sent out, no matter how many contacts I pushed, every lead went nowhere. Empty names. Fake companies. Men who disappeared the second we got close to them. It was like chasing smoke. Like fighting someone who knew how to vanish before the punch ever landed.Whoever this was, they were careful. Calculated. Patient.And worse—they knew me.That alone told me this wasn’t random. This wasn’t some small-time crew looking for quick money. This was personal.I sat alone in my Florida office, the late afternoon sun bleeding through the tall windows. Papers were spread across my desk, reports stacked in neat piles that meant nothing because none of them had answers. My laptop screen glowed, unread emails piling up. My phone buzzed every now and then with updates that sounded important but led to the same thing.Nothing.I rubbed my temples slowly and leaned back in my chair. My shoulders

Dahlia’s POVIt had been three long, restless days since Luca had left for Florida, and in that short time, my body seemed to have turned against me. The morning sickness that had started as an occasional discomfort had grown stronger, leaving me queasy at almost every turn. The dizziness had also worsened; sometimes the room felt like it was tilting, like the floor beneath me might give way. I had tried to ignore it, telling myself it was nothing serious, but by that morning, I knew I couldn’t anymore. I had promised Luca I would go to the doctor if it got worse, and today was the day I had to keep that promise.I called Andrea and explained everything, my voice tight with nervousness. “Andrea… I need you to come with me,” I said. “I… I don’t want to go alone.”She arrived quickly, her bright energy filling the room the moment she stepped inside. But the worry in her eyes was unmistakable as she looked at me.“You look pale,” she said softly, concern lacing her tone. “Are you sure yo

Denise’s POVI walked out of the hospital bathroom slowly, like I had all the time in the world, even though my chest felt like it was about to burst open. The door closed softly behind me, the click sounding far too loud in my ears. I didn’t look back.I was wearing Dahlia’s clothes.Her blouse. Her jeans. Even her shoes fit me a little too well, like they had been waiting for me. Her bag rested on my shoulder, heavy with her things—her phone inside it, buzzing faintly every now and then, probably from someone looking for her.I adjusted the strap and forced myself to breathe.One step. Then another.My heart was pounding so hard I was sure someone would notice. My palms were sweaty, and my fingers shook slightly no matter how hard I tried to steady them. The skin on my hand stung where the tattoo was. Luca’s name sat there, dark and fresh, the skin still tender, still wrong. It felt like it was burning through me, like it knew it didn’t belong.A few feet away, a woman stood near th

Denise’s POVMy blood ran cold.For a split second, I was sure I was caught. My mind rushed through a thousand thoughts at once. Does he know? Did someone see me? Did Andrea say something?I swallowed hard. “Told you… what?” I asked carefully.“That you went to the hospital,” he said. His voice was tight now. Controlled. “Why didn’t you tell me you were still feeling sick, Dahlia?”Relief hit me so fast my knees almost went weak.“Oh,” I said quickly, letting out a small laugh. The nervous kind. “That. It really wasn’t a big deal.”“It is a big deal,” he said. “Especially when I’m not there.”“I know,” I said softly. “But the doctor said it wasn’t anything serious. Just stress. I didn’t want you to worry.”I held my breath, waiting.He sighed. A deep one. I could picture him perfectly—leaning back in his chair, rubbing his face, trying to keep control.“I hate being this far away from you,” he said quietly.Good, I thought. Stay far away.“I’ll be home soon,” he continued. “Two more d