Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

"Marco?" She asked, her brows drawing together as she recognized him.Marco took off his mask, still smiling. But something about put her off. And that was surprising, considering his smile had once been one of the things that had drawn her to him.She was about to ask what he was doing here when she realized, of course, he must have gotten an invite. He was here with Alecia. That made sense. And honestly, she wasn’t in the mood for small talk.He leaned back into the sofa, tilting his head up for a moment before turning to look at her again. "How’d you know it was me?" he asked.She rolled her eyes and turned her gaze away from him, twirling her champagne glass absentmindedly. "Because there’s only one person who smiles like he just won the lottery."Marco chuckled, clearly amused, and kept watching her. "What about you? What are you doing here? Did you also get an invite?"She sighed internally. Small talk, then. Marco had never been the type to pick up on body language. You could b

Lucas drove like the road belonged to him. The city lights blurred past, streaks of gold and red flashing through the windshield. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers lightly touching the cut on her neck. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but the grip he had on the wheel made her keep quiet.At the rate they'd die before they get home.When he finally pulled into the driveway, he killed the engine and stepped out. Before she could even reach for the door handle, he was already there, opening it for her.She hesitated.“I can walk,” she almost said, but something about his face made her decide against it.Maybe it was the anger still simmering beneath the surface, she might say that and he'll take it as a go to release whatever anger was left on her. She definitely didn't want that. Either way, she let him help her out of the car, and guide her inside, where he push her gently onto the sofa.“Wait here,” he said.For someone who looked like he'd pop her head off any se

The morning crept in with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting golden streaks over the tangled sheets and warm bodies beneath them. Valentina stirred, her limbs languid and sore in the most delicious way. Every part of her felt used, cherished, owned. The scent of last night lingered in the air. The heated skin, sweat, and Lucas.She barely had time to register the ache in her thighs before a vibration buzzed through the room, followed by the abrupt ringing of a phone. The sound cut through the silence smoothly like a blade, and for a second, she didn’t move, only blinking groggily at Lucas' chest, trying to gather her bearings.Then she became aware of the warmth wrapped around her, the hard muscle pressing into her front, the heavy arm draped possessively around her waist. And even more, the thick, familiar presence still buried deep inside her. Her breath hitched.Lucas groaned deeply against her ear. He shifted slightly, tightening his hold on her, his face buried i

Matteo stepped into the hospital lobby, shaking off the morning chill as he walked up to the reception desk. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes carried the dullness of someone who hadn't had a peaceful night. The young nurse at the desk barely looked up from her monitor."Name and purpose of visit?" she asked in a bored tone."Matteo Ricci," he said, pulling out his ID. "Here for Elizabeth Caruso."She tapped at her keyboard, her nails clicking against the keys before nodding toward the elevators. "Room 306, third floor. Immediate family only, but you’re listed as a visitor."Matteo gave a small nod of thanks and made his way to the elevators.By the time he reached the third floor, he spotted Lucas leaning against the wall just outside Elizabeth’s room. The hall was quiet except for the occasional beep of monitors from nearby rooms, and the sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air.Lucas barely glanced at him when he stopped beside him.Matteo took a second before leaning in ju

Valentina walked out of the hospital quickly, clutching her purse by her side, she barely held together everything she was feeling. Her heels clicked against the pavement, her breath uneven, and her other hand clenched at her sides as if gripping onto the last bit of control she had left.By the time she reached the car, her chest was tight, and a painful lump had formed in her throat. She yanked the door open, got in, and shut it with more force than necessary. The moment she was inside, she let out a sharp breath, her fingers shaking slightly as they pressed against her lap.Lucas, who had been leaning back in his seat, turned his head slightly, wondering why she looked like she just had a fight with the doctor.She could feel his gaze on her, steady and unreadable.A few seconds passed, and he asked. "What happened?"She didn’t answer. Not because she didn’t want to, she was sure Lucas made his reaserch about her and her family before they got married and he knew every detail, but