All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Annalissa Hale I had a good feeling about today, I have a good feeling about the interview. Which is why I’m wearing my lucky colour—blue—and a pair of dark slacks. My hair is packed into a neat bun and I actually don’t look like someone that’s being consumed by her problems.Dante left a little earlier this morning with Connor and since I don’t want him to know about the interview, I’ll have to sneak out.I take a deep breath as I step into the living room, clutching my bag to my side. My eyes drift to the man Dante had stationed at the door. He’s built like a wall with his arms crossed and a blank expression.His eyes move to my outfit and narrow slightly. I force a polite smile. “The toilet’s clogged,” I lie smoothly. “Can you take a look?”His brow furrows. “Now?” His gaze sweeps over me from head to toe, lingering on my pressed clothes and neat bun. He’s clearly thinking the same thing: why the hell am I dressed like this if I’m just staying in?“Yes, now,” I say with a b

Annalissa HaleI wake with a jolt. That strange, prickling sensation you get when you’re not alone. My eyes flutter open, and for a heartbeat, I’m disoriented. The couch beneath me, the dim glow from the lamp in the corner.It’s dark outside now and as I collect myself, I notice Dante standing there in the living room. He’s not moving, he’s just watching me.I immediately feel relief before I can stop it. He’s back. I didn’t even know I was holding my breath until now. He’d disappeared after our argument earlier today and the rational part of me whispered that I shouldn’t care.Until I got the flowers he sent. I had tossed them somewhere in the living room after telling myself that it doesn’t matter where he goes or what he does. But now that he’s finally in front of me, my chest feels light and I hate myself for it.My eyes drift down, and that relief curdles in an instant. His knuckles are bruised and a bit crusted with blood. My stomach drops.This is who he is. This is the wo

Annalissa Hale I remain still in his arms, too stunned to breathe. His words echo inside me, trembling somewhere between hope and fear. ‘I don’t give a damn about heirs or power if I lose you.’For a second, I want to believe him. I want to believe this version of Dante, the man whose arms feel like both safety and danger. But the doubt creeps in anyway, whispering the same question that’s been haunting me for days: Is this love? Or just his need to win?My heart beats painfully against my ribs as I tilt my head slightly, testing him.“If I wasn’t carrying your child,” I whisper, “would you still fight for me?”Silence.It cuts deeper than any cruel word could. His jaw tightens. I tell myself it’s not because he doesn’t love me. It’s because he doesn’t know how to say it. Dante Romano never had to say things like that. He just took.I slip out of his grip before the moment can break me entirely. “I stepped on the tablecloth,” I say, forcing my voice to sound calm. “It kno

Annalissa HaleI’m pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. My palms are cold, but I can’t stop wringing them. Clarissa… has been kidnapped. By Thomas. The same man she swore loved her. The man she ran away with. How could she have been so blind?My mind won’t stop spinning with questions that have no answers. I may hate her for everything she’s done like lying to me, ruining my life, leaving me to pick up the ashes but she’s still my sister. My blood. I don’t want her to die.And Dante…God, please let him be okay.My phone vibrates on the counter and I nearly drop it as I grab it. “Hello?”Connor’s voice crackles through the line. “Signora, the Don is at the hospital, he’s hurg. Clarissa’s safe.”My knees nearly give out. “Wh-what do you mean hurt? Is it bad? How bad?”“I can’t say for now,” Connor says quickly. “Just… get ready. I’ll come pick you up.”God, I can’t wait. I grab my bag and run out. The guard Dante stationed by the door calls after me, insisting on driving instead.

Annalissa Hale The mansion smells like rosemary and roasted meat. I walk across the living room, straightening a vase for the fifth time even though it doesn’t need fixing. My hands won’t stop fidgeting. Tonight has to go perfectly. The crystal glasses gleam under the chandelier light. The candles are set as per my orders and the napkins are also folded into perfect fans. Everything is ready. And yet my stomach twists like it knows something will go wrong. “Did you check the wine?” I ask one of the maids as I turn toward the dining table. “Yes, Signora,” she says with a small smile. “Everything is perfect.” Perfect. I glance toward the clock, it’s 6:05 p.m. Less than an hour until Dante’s family arrives. Less than an hour until I have to face his mother and grandfather, people who once welcomed me as Clarissa, who looked me in the eyes and believed I was someone else. A month ago, everything changed. I still remember the press conference, the flashes of cameras, the murmur