Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Annalissa HaleThe loud bang on the door continues, echoing through the small bungalow and sending a jolt through my spine. Before I can even move, the door bursts open and there he is.Dante.He looks wrecked. His shirt is half-unbuttoned, his hair is disheveled and his eyes are bloodshot and burning. There’s something in his face that I can’t seem to name. Maybe a mix of desperation, fury, and heartbreak. His gaze flicks from me to Ivan, standing near the couch, and a cruel, humorless smile cuts across his face.“Oh, this is where the honeymoon’s happening?” His voice is sharp enough to slice through bone.“It’s not what you think,” I say.“It’s exactly what it fucking looks like, Issa.”He takes a step toward Ivan and it terrifies me more than if he were yelling.I step between them instinctively, raising my hand. “Don’t, Dante.”But he’s already pulling out his gun. My breath catches.He points it straight at Ivan. “I’ll fucking blow your head off.”“Dante, stop! Please!” I move c

Annalissa HaleI feel completely numb. My body aches although I’d just regained consciousness a few minutes ago. I sit up and stare at nothingness. The air smells like antiseptic and the beeping machines echo faintly against my skull.I almost lost my babies.The words replay over and over in my head until they no longer sound real. My hands shake as I press them against my stomach. The twins are still there, alive for now. Because of Dante. Because of me.Tears burn behind my eyes. How did we get here?He used to be gentle. Protective, but kind. The man who used to kiss my forehead every morning before work. The one who promised he’d never raise his voice, never make me afraid. But that man… that man’s been gone for a long time.Now all that’s left is someone who breaks things when he’s angry. Someone who grabs me hard enough to leave bruises, who thinks control is love.And somehow, I kept convincing myself he’d change. That his love would outweigh his temper.But last night proved

Ornella RomanoIt takes Dante almost a month to finally come out of that room.A month of silence, whiskey, and the faint sound of glass breaking behind closed doors.Every day I’d walk up with a tray of food, knock softly, and leave it by the door. Most times, it would stay untouched. The mansion had grown darker with him locked away. The staff moved quietly, as if afraid to disturb the grief that doesn’t seem to go away. Then one afternoon, I hear footsteps. I turn and there he is.Dante.His hair is longer, his beard is unkempt, his shirt is half buttoned, and his eyes… are empty. Not tired. Not angry. Just gone.He doesn’t say a word. Just walks past me and down the stairs.The guards stop what they’re doing as he passes. No one dares to speak. It’s as though the Don they once knew has died and something colder and infinitely more dangerous has taken his place.From that day on, Dante Romano returns to his world.But he’s not the same man.He starts his Don duties again but the

Annalissa Hale The next day, the café smells like roasted hazelnuts and warm pastries. I’m wiping down the counter when the last wave of customers drifts in. Tourists with cameras, students hunched over laptops, an old man who always orders the same espresso and sits by the window pretending to read the paper. It’s quieter today. I absently rub my belly as I work. A few more weeks. That’s all that’s left before I finally meet them. Clarissa keeps reminding me that I should take it easy now, that I’ve done enough. But sitting at home makes my mind spiral with too many thoughts and guilt. The café, at least, gives me something else to focus on. I move to the espresso machine, steaming milk for a cappuccino when the bell above the door jingles. I glance up, ready to greet whoever walks in. It’s a woman, maybe in her early thirties, dressed in a simple beige coat and holding the hands of two little girls. Twins. Identical, with soft curls and wide brown eyes that glimmer. They’re gig

Last two chapter has been edited and under review. Annalissa Hale The air is still cold when I step out of the apartment, locking the door behind me. The evening light spills weakly over the narrow street. Since Clarissa had already left for work and staying home was starting to bore me, I’d decided to take a walk. I remember how she’d kissed my cheek, told me not to skip meals, and promised to bring home something sweet from the bakery later. It’s hard to believe that my sister who’d done a lot of wrong in the past was now a changed person, caring for the people she loved. I breathe in deeply and start down the stairs. Halfway down, it happens. A sudden, sharp pain slices through my abdomen, stealing my breath. I stop, clutching the railing for balance. My knees tremble. The pain doesn’t fade, it deepens, pulsing through my lower body like someone wringing me from the inside out. “What…” I can barely form the word before a rush of warmth spreads down my legs. I glance