All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 351 - Chapter 359

Andrea’s POVA little while after their return, Luca got a call in the middle of the night. I heard the commotion from my room—raised voices, people moving quickly through the hallways, the sound of cars starting in the driveway.I threw on a robe and rushed downstairs to find Luca in his office, surrounded by his men, his face dark with fury."What happened?" I asked from the doorway.Luca looked up, and the cold rage in his eyes made me take a step back. "One of my warehouses in Florida was hit. My men killed and Millions of dollars in product lost.""Who—""I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out." He was already moving, grabbing his jacket, shouting orders to his men. "Get the jet ready. I want to be in the air as soon as possible.""I'm coming with you," Dante said, stepping forward."No." Luca's voice was firm. "I need you here. Need you to protect Dee and Andrea while I'm gone. This could be a distraction, a way to get me away from the house so they can strike here."Dante'

Andrea’s POVThey left immediately—Luca, Dante, and a team of Luca's best men, all armed and dangerous and ready to bring Dahlia home by any means necessary.Hours passed with no word. I paced the mansion with the few security guards who'd stayed behind, checking my phone compulsively, jumping at every sound.The waiting was torture. Not knowing what was happening, whether they'd found her, whether she was okay, whether everyone would make it back safely—it was driving me insane.And then my phone rang. Dante's name on the screen.I answered before the first ring finished. "Dante? What's happening? Did you find her?""Andrea." His voice was tight, strained in a way that made my blood run cold. "Luca's hurt. We're at Mercy Hospital. You need to come now."The phone nearly slipped from my shaking hands. "What happened? Is he—""Just get here. Please. I'll explain everything when you arrive."The line went dead.I was moving before I'd even fully processed his words, grabbing my jacket a

Andrea’s POV"Yes. The brain swelling from the trauma has caused him to fall into an unconscious state. His brain is still showing activity, which is a very good sign. His vitals are stable. But we can't predict when he'll wake up."She paused, clearly choosing her words carefully, trying to be honest without destroying all hope."It could be days," she continued. "It could be weeks. In some cases with this level of head trauma, it can be months. And I have to be honest with you—because you deserve the truth—there's always a possibility that he won't wake up at all."The waiting room seemed to tilt beneath my feet. Dante's grip on me tightened, the only thing keeping me upright."No," I whispered. "No, that can't—he has to wake up. He has to.""We're doing everything we can," the doctor said, her voice kind but realistic. "We have him on medication to reduce brain swelling. We're monitoring his intracranial pressure constantly. His brain activity is encouraging—we're seeing the kind o

Andrea’s POVI tried to be optimistic in front of Dahlia, who woke up after the explosion to find herself in a hospital bed with the man she loved fighting for his life two floors above her.When Dante and I told her about Luca's condition, she'd broken down completely. Sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe.She believed that if she'd just been more careful, if she'd been better at defending herself, if she'd somehow figured out a way to escape on her own, Luca wouldn't have had to risk his life to save her. If she hadn't been taken in the first place, he wouldn't be lying in that bed now.And on top of the guilt, she was dealing with the trauma of being kidnapped and held captive by her own twin sister. Of being tied up and used as bait. Of watching the building explode while knowing Luca was still inside.And the pregnancy hormones that made everything more intense, more overwhelming, harder to process and cope with.So when I was with her in Luca's hospital room during visiting hour

Andrea’s POV"Then we'll be there to help him figure it out. Dahlia." I turned to face her fully. "Whatever we walk into in that room, we walk into it together. Okay? You're not doing this alone."She nodded. Looked back at the window.I believed everything I'd said. I believed it completely.The hospital doors slid open and I felt it—that familiar rush of antiseptic air that had come to mean so many things over the past weeks. Fear, mostly. Hope, sometimes. The smell of waiting.But today it smelled different somehow. Or maybe I was different.Dahlia was already moving through the lobby before I'd fully processed walking through the doors. Dante fell into step beside me and I glanced at him, and he looked back at me with an expression that was still carefully controlled but had something lighter underneath it now."He made it," I said quietly, just to say it out loud."He made it," Dante confirmed.We reached the ICU corridor. The nurses who'd come to know us by now looked up with sm