All Chapters of THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Amelia’s POV“I will do that boss,” Felix said, ending the call.Oh, Prisca will not know what hit her. I swear.Soon after, I heard commotion downstairs. Out of curiosity, I went to check, only to see Justin’s hand on Prisca’s neck.“How dare you try to frame my wife?” he asked in his low scary voice.“I am not the one,” she struggled to say, but he did not listen.“Oh my God, Prisca is trending!” someone shouted. Everyone checked their phones.Gasps filled the room.“Oh my God, different men. So disgusting.”“Ewww, to think I always looked up to her,” another said.“I always knew she was loose, but not to this extent.”Prisca’s eyes widened as the whispers grew louder.“Your plan already backfired. Good for you,” Justin said, releasing her and walking away.“That is not me. It was photoshopped!” Prisca screamed, but nobody cared.I stood in an angle, watching. My heart beat fast, not from fear but from what he said.Justin had called me his wife. He had defended me in front of every

Amelia’s POVI stepped into the company with an expressionless face. My face had been like that since yesterday, ever since I heard Justin make that call.He suspects I overheard, because I caught a glimpse of guilt in his expression, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Why was he feeling guilty? He wasn’t lying anyway.I met Prisca at the reception, cleaning. The janitor’s uniform fitted her perfectly. I bit back the chuckle that was about to escape my lips.“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted, avoiding my gaze.“Wow, such a humble janitor,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You look good in your new uniform.”She picked up the mopping bucket and scurried off in shame.“Morning, ma,” the janitor who replaced her greeted with a cheerful smile.I returned the smile. “Come with me.”She hurried after me. We stepped into the elevator together, and when it stopped at the top floor, I input my pin cautiously and we walked into my office.“Here are my credentials and CV,

Amelia’s POVThe men moved closer, their grins wide and deliberate.“Stay back,” I warned, my voice firm.“We were paid to have fun with you. Be a good girl,” the chubby one with the bald head said.“I don’t do fun. Go get a prostitute,” I shouted, but they kept advancing.The lanky one reached for my arm. I swatted his hand away. Another man grabbed my waist, and I drove my knee into his groin. He let go with a groan.“How dare you,” he yelled. Two men seized my arms, pinning me in place. The bald one, who seemed to be their leader, undid his belt. I twisted and fought, but their grip only tightened.Was this how I was going to lose my virginity — to strangers? Who would pay them to do this? Faces flickered through my mind, but none stayed long enough for me to name.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst.The door burst open.Justin strode in, his face cold and hard. He crossed the room in two quick steps, slammed his fist into the face of the man holding my legs, and blood

Amelia’s POVThe doctor’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.I staggered, but a strong hand steadied me before I could fall. I clung to him like my life depended on it.I saw a flicker of jealousy cross Maxwell’s face, but that was the least of my problems now.“Doctor — can anything be done?” I choked, tears thick in my throat. “Mum can’t be in a wheelchair. She doesn’t deserve that.”Dad swayed beside me, pale and stunned. My heart lurched — he’d been warned about his blood pressure; the doctor had said he must avoid shocks. I could practically feel the strain tugging at him.Images of our childhood crashed through me: the cinema trips, the way we used to roam the market and laugh over nothing, Mum always rushing from one place to another because her business needed her on the move. Could it end like this? Mum trapped in a wheelchair? The thought made bile rise in my throat. They should take my legs before they take hers.Tears rolled down my cheeks and I pressed my palm to my mo