All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Luca’s POVAfter my phone call with Dahlia, I just sat there for a while, staring at my desk without really seeing it. The office felt too quiet. Too still. Her voice had calmed me, like it always did, but when the call ended, the calm didn’t stay.Something felt… wrong.I couldn’t explain it. There was no clear reason. She had sounded like herself. Soft. Sweet. A little tired, maybe. She told me she was fine. That the doctor said it was nothing serious. I had no proof that anything was wrong.And yet, my chest felt tight.I rubbed my hand over my face and let out a slow breath. I told myself I was overthinking it. I had been tense for days. Florida was a mess. The attacks. The dead ends. My mind was constantly on edge. Of course I would imagine things.She had gone to the hospital. Anyone would be shaken after that.“She’s just stressed,” I muttered to myself. “That’s all.”I stood up and walked to the window, looking out over the city. Cars moved below like ants. Life went on. I tri

Dahlia’s POVI woke up slowly, my head pounding as if someone had hammered at it all night. My mouth tasted metallic and bitter, and I tried to lift my hands, only to feel the sharp bite of ropes cutting into my skin. Panic hit me like a wave. My arms were tied tightly behind my back, and my legs were bound as well. The chair I was sitting on was hard and uncomfortable, pressing unkindly against my thighs. I tried to shift, to move, to even stand—but the ropes held me fast. My chest heaved as fear clawed at me.Everything around me was pitch black. I couldn’t make out walls, floors, or anything familiar. It was as if I had been swallowed by emptiness. My heartbeat thudded violently, echoing in my own ears, and I realized I was shaking from more than just the cold. Panic had taken over. I was trapped, and I had no idea where. My mind scrambled, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered.Denise. That cruel, horrible smile. The syringe. The sharp pinch in my neck, and then—dar

Luca’s POVThe plane was still high in the air, cutting through thick clouds, when I reached for my phone again. The cabin lights were low, the sound of the engine steady and constant, like a heartbeat that refused to slow down. Everyone else on the jet looked calm, unaware that my mind was already ten steps ahead, planning something dangerous.I opened my phone and typed a name I trusted more than most men.Mr Chavez.My jeweler. The best. The kind of man who didn’t flinch when I asked for things that couldn’t be found in a regular shop. I told him I needed a diamond bracelet. Not just any bracelet. I made sure to tell him it was a special kind.He replied almost immediately.“I understand.”That was it. No questions. No confusion. My jaw tightened slightly as I read the message. He knew exactly what I meant. He always did. With men like us, certain words carried more weight than long explanations.He told me it would be ready by the time I landed and that he would personally deliver

Luca’s POVI reached into my pocket and took out the small box. My fingers tightened around it for a second before I handed it to her. She stared at it like it might disappear if she blinked too hard, her eyes shining with curiosity and something darker underneath.“What’s this?” she asked softly.“Open it,” I said.She took the box from me carefully and lifted the lid.Her reaction was instant.She gasped, one hand flying to her chest as the diamonds caught the light and sparkled back at her. Her mouth fell open slightly, and for a moment she just stared, completely stunned.“Oh, Luca…” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”“Thank you,” she said again, louder this time. “Thank you so much.”I nodded and forced the right words out of my mouth. “Anything for my beautiful wife.”Hearing myself say that almost made me choke, but she smiled wide, clearly pleased. She held the bracelet up, turning it from side to side, admiring every detail. Exactly like I knew she would.I took the bracelet from

Luca’s POVWe got out of the cars one by one, slow and silent, moving with care. Doors were closed gently, not slammed. Engines were shut off, leaving the night almost too quiet. My men spread out around me, slipping into the shadows like they had done this a thousand times before. Every movement was controlled. Every step was planned.The city smelled different here. Old concrete. Oil. Cold air mixed with something sharp. The kind of place where deals were made and people disappeared.Dante lifted his hand slightly, signaling us to hold.He had an earphone in, his head tilted just enough to show he was listening closely. I had one in my ear too, connected to the same audio feed. Every sound came through clear—footsteps, distant traffic, low voices. My pulse stayed steady as I focused.Then I heard her.“Hello, Marco.”Denise’s voice.Hearing it made my jaw tighten, but I stayed st