All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dahlia’s POVWhen we got back to the mansion, it was quiet. Most of the lights were already off, and the guards nodded as Luca led me inside. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened that night—the club, the stars, the kiss, all of it felt like a dream I didn’t want to end.Luca walked beside me silently, his hand resting gently on the small of my back as we climbed the stairs. That simple touch sent little shivers down my spine. When we got to our bedroom, he turned on the soft bedside lamp. The warm glow filled the room, making everything look softer—safer somehow.I went to the bathroom to change while he took off his jacket and gun holster. When I came out, he was already in bed, his hair a little messy and his white shirt unbuttoned halfway. He looked so relaxed, but there was still that quiet intensity about him that always made it hard for me to look away.He turned off the light, leaving only the soft glow from the nightstand lamp. When I slipped under the b

Dahlia’s POVAfter Luca left that morning, the mansion felt too still—like even the air was waiting for something to happen. I tried to read, but the words on the page blurred together. Tried to clean up a little, but that only made the silence worse. I even made coffee, hoping it would distract me, but all it did was remind me of how Luca liked his—black, no sugar.I sighed and set the mug down. I hadn’t seen Andrea since the club last night, and that alone felt suspicious. Andrea always showed up at breakfast with messy hair and gossip. The fact that she hadn’t appeared yet meant something was up.I decided to go find her.Her room was at the far end of the hall, right beside one of the huge windows that overlooked the garden. I knocked once, twice—nothing. The curtains were drawn, and the faint smell of her perfume lingered in the air, but the room was empty.“Where the hell did you go?” I muttered to myself, turning to leave.Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw movement at the

Dahlia’s POVThe painting room had slowly turned into my little world. It was the one place in the mansion that truly felt like mine. Every time I walked in, it smelled of paint, wood, and a bit of sunshine. The walls were now speckled with tiny stains of color, my apron always had dried streaks of blue and green, and the brushes scattered around made the room look alive. It wasn’t perfect, but it was me.My routine had changed completely since Luca gave me the room. Every morning, after breakfast, I went for my self-defense classes. Luca insisted I learn how to protect myself, and though I grumbled about it at first, a part of me liked that he cared enough to teach me. He was strict—sometimes too strict—but I could tell he was proud every time I managed to pin him down or shoot the target right in the middle. The way his eyes softened afterward, or how he’d smile faintly before he tried to hide it—it always made my heart flutter.After training, I’d shower, grab a quick lunch, and sp

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Dahlia’s POVI kissed him back—hesitant at first, then with everything I had. My hands slid up to his shoulders, clutching him closer. The taste of him was intoxicating—warm and heady, with the faintest hint of mint. When his tongue brushed against mine, I couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped my throat.He groaned in response, the sound low and rough, vibrating against my lips. His other hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his breathing quickened with every passing second.Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted me. I gasped in surprise, my hands gripping his shoulders as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His strength made my head spin—it was so effortless for him. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.He carried me toward the sofa, his lips never leaving mine. Every step made my body press tighter against his. When he sat down, he kept me on his lap, hi