บททั้งหมดของ my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Catarina stepped close to Bella, her voice low. “If you can take my husband, I can take yours,” she murmured.Lucas let out a dry laugh. “Slow down, kid. How many drinks have you had?”“Kid?” Catarina shot back, eyes narrowing. “Maybe you should get to know me better, Lucas. I’m not some child.”Damon approached, his gaze darting between them. “Catarina, what’s going on?”The server arrived with drinks. Bella knocked hers back, and Catarina followed suit. Lucas and Damon exchanged uneasy glances.Lucas dragged Bella onto the dance floor. “These drinks are spiked,” he muttered under his breath. “Fucking hell.”His hands slid under her dress, her skin hot against his touch. Her hair cascaded down her back as Lucas kissed her. They downed more drinks, losing themselves in the rhythm.Giovanni appeared at their table, flanked by a few men. “Bella, meet Conrad,” he said smoothly. “Head of narcotics at the police department.”She choked on her drink, spitting it out. “Sorry,” she muttered,

She spotted Lucas chatting with Damon and Catarina. He noticed her first."Bella, you good?" Lucas asked, his tone light but cautious."Yeah, still standing," she replied, grabbing a drink and knocking it back. Then another. Lucas reached out, but she jerked away."Don’t," she snapped, her voice sharp. Everything felt like too much. She stormed to the bedroom, locked the door, and changed into something practical. She tossed some clothes into a bag, slammed it shut, and headed out. The taxi was waiting. She didn’t look back.Lucas got it. She needed space; went to her dad’s place.The next morning, Han dropped the kids at school; Amelia was convinced he was her new boyfriend. The kid had jokes."Dad, I need the cabin key. I need to figure some things out," she said, her voice steady but tired."What’s going on? Talk to me."She spilled it all, well, most of it. Michael stayed out of the story, but she told him how she’d met Damon."Bella, I get you’re pissed at both, but Damon’s marri

They were all gathered at the breakfast table, the silence thick except for the clinking of utensils.“Han,” Amelia said, breaking the quiet, “you’re taking me to school today, right?”“Obviously, my princess. Wouldn’t dream of ditching you,” Han replied with a smirk.Julia turned to Han, her tone matter of fact. “Since we’re all here, I’ll just say it. We’re leaving.”Everyone froze, forks mid-air, eyes darting to her.Mark grinned. “You and Han? Didn’t see that plot twist coming.”“Congrats, sis,” Bella chimed in, raising her glass of orange juice like it was champagne.“We need a fresh start,” Julia said simply.Amelia’s face darkened. “I hate you, Han,” she snapped before bolting to her room. Han was on his feet instantly, chasing after her.Bella leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Sorry, Julia. Looks like you’ve got competition.” The table erupted in laughter.Upstairs, Han explained everything to Amelia, his voice calm. “And the best part? You can come visit me whenever you wa

She was laughing hysterically when Michael knocked on the door. Wrapped in her bathrobe, she opened it, her teary eyes locking with his.“You know,” he said, “you know who did this?”“Yeah, unfortunately, I do,” she replied, clutching her chest. “I need to change, and…”“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” Michael assured her.She nodded, covering her face with her hands. “Why? I didn’t see it. I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry, Julia…” Her words trailed off as if she were speaking to ghosts. After finally getting dressed, she stepped outside, head held high.The living room was chaos. Giovanni was trying to get in.“Let him in,” she told the guards. Damon, Lucas, and Michael stood by, watching.Giovanni stepped inside. “My condolences, Bella. I… didn’t do this. I’d never hurt you.”“I know that, Giovanni,” Bella replied.“Then tell me who it was. I have the men to strike back,”, his gaze intense.“See, Giovanni, my enemies respect me. It’s the ones close to me who keep betraying me,” Bell

He pulled her close in the elevator, the air thick with something neither of them could quite name. Bella had laid herself bare, and now it was his turn. He couldn’t dodge it anymore.Michael held the door open, watching her step inside. Bella drifted to the window, taking in the city below. He poured two drinks, handing her one as she settled onto the couch. Her back pressed against his chest, her head resting on his arm.“My family,” Michael began, his voice steady but heavy, “they’re stuck in another century. Arranged marriages, traditions, all that nonsense. My mom kept pushing me to settle down, but I wasn’t ready. I was too busy living.”He took a sip, the weight of his next words hanging in the air. “She wouldn’t let up, and my dad just stood there, silent. So, I caved. My mom thought she was doing the right thing. She found some girl she thought I’d grow to love, build a life with. Thing is, I knew her, and she was already in love with someone else.Michael set his glass down,