All Chapters of Contract Marriage to the Cold Hearted Mafia Boss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AriannaMy heart is racing at a thousand miles per hour as the doctor moves the probe inside me and watches the screen intently. Enzo grips my hand, and the pressure he exerts tells me he’s just as nervous as I am."Well, the gestational sac looks good," the doctor informs us, and I release my trapped breath. "Everything looks quite good, actually. Definitely, this baby wants to hold on to mama," he concludes with a smile that I return.Enzo kisses my forehead, and I can feel his tensed body finally relax."Now, let's see..." the doctor continues, searching for something. "There it is," he points out with excitement.I don’t think I fully understand what he means until the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard in my life fills the room, flooding my eyes with tears.Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump."That’s it." Enzo’s words are choked, smothered by an emotion I’ve never seen in him."Your baby’s heartbeat," the doctor confirms.And just when I thought I’d seen it all, I am surprised

EnzoReturning to the apartment without Arianna feels strange, and it feels even stranger when I think that just a few months ago, I hated the idea of seeing her here—invading my space, staining Stella’s memory. Without a doubt, life has known how to slap me and make me eat my words; now, I would give everything I don't have to see her here, lighting everything up with her presence.Everything is in its place, every item where it belongs; the cleaning staff took care of tidying the mess we left. But what I desire most isn't here: her. What is breaking my soul is seeing her suitcases at the entrance, all her things packed, waiting for someone to come pick them up and take them to Antonio’s house.The most ironic part of all is that after screwing with her so much, in so many ways, so that her presence wouldn't impose itself on this place I believed was sacred—so I wouldn't feel out of place in my own home—now, I feel out of place without her.This place no longer feels like mine becaus

AriannaThe dinner is served, and the exquisite aromas fill the entire house, which looks majestically decorated, but the scent that pleases me the most is the scent of home. That feeling, until now unknown, of being in a family, of feeling at peace despite the war raging outside.For me, Christmases were always big, boring parties with people I didn't even know and expensive gifts under the tree that I had to open alone, so hearing Luciano laugh out loud while his father plays with him feels like a choir of angels—it's the sound of hope, of happiness.Graziela approaches with clumsy steps that make me laugh with tenderness; it's beautiful to see how she grows and every new thing she learns. I bend down to kiss her rosy cheeks, but when I'm about to pick her up, her mother's shout stops me."What are you doing?" she asks, alarmed, running toward us to pick up the baby. "You're crazy, Ari, you can't lift any weight, and get up—you can't be down there crouching either."I obey without a

EnzoI pull my coat tighter around my body and tuck my gloved hands beneath my arms. The weather is absolute shit this time of year, and the most sensible thing would be to wait for her inside the car—but it’s too far, and my anxiety gets the better of me. I want to see her the moment she comes out. So here I am, standing in the middle of campus with my feet buried in snow, while a bunch of hormonal girls stare at me like I’m a porn actor about to make their dirtiest fantasies come true.At another point in my life, I would’ve been more than happy to help them out. But now things are different, and instead of scratching the itch with just anyone, here I am—deep in absolute abstinence.Mario lights a cigarette to keep warm, leaning against a tree while he keeps watch. I feel the urge to ask him for one, but I stop myself. I’ve decided to quit for my daughter—nicotine isn’t good for her development, not now, and not when I finally get to hold her in my arms.“Put that shit out!” I shout

EnzoArianna hasn’t stopped bouncing her leg nervously. She’s been doing it since we left.“Are we almost there?” she asks again.“Cara, for the twenty-fifth time, no—it’s just five minutes away. You’re making it sound like we’ve been driving for hours.”“Can I at least take off the blindfold? Not being able to see is driving me crazy.”“No, you can’t. Calm down—we’re here.”Sure enough, we reach the place, and the gates open to let us in.We park, and I help her out of the car.“Can I take it off now?”“Not yet. Walk carefully.”I position her exactly where I want her, right in front of everything, where she can take in every detail. I stand behind her and remove the blindfold.“Surprise,” I whisper in her ear.Her jaw drops, her eyes widening as she takes in the stone-front house standing before her. She says nothing, and nerves begin clawing at me. I can’t tell if she’s excited or disappointed.“I know it’s far from the university, but it’s close to Stella’s, and I thought you’d wa