All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The dim light flickered in the small room, the only sound in there was the faint one of the old air conditioner struggling against the summer heat. Lucas sat in the corner, his eyes focused on the man bound to the chair before him. Sweat dripped down the man’s face, his breathing was shallow and quick, and his eyes scanned around the place looking for any tiny opportunity to get away. Matteo’s text had come in just as Valentina had fallen asleep, that he found the guy, the mastermind himself, and no matter how much Lucas wanted to be in the room when val wakes up, he had to finish this tonight. He'd come to know her as a very curious person, a weird trait for a lady that carried herself with grace, and he liked that about her it's not everyday you see someone who makes you want to be your old self in front of them.And knowing valentina, if he delayed his business until tomorrow, there's no way she wouldn't find out, and the funniest part of all this was put her in front of the culpr

Alecia coughed hard, her hand gripping the edge of the table as she tried to catch her breath. Her father turned sharply to one of the servants.“Get her a tissue.” He ordered.A maid hesitated before stepping forward, moving toward the cupboard table behind them, she made to grab a piece when Lucas pushed back his chair. “Let me.”He stood up and walked to her, pulling open the drawer. The soft rustle of paper sounded as he grabbed two tissues. He came back and faced Alecia, lifting her chin with one hand.She stiffened.He wiped her lips, slowly, soaking up the wine and spit left from her coughing fit. His fingers brushed her skin as he tilted her face just enough to clean her properly.Her father’s stare burned into him, with eyes narrowed, watching every movement. While Alecia barely breathed, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She wasn’t thinking about the choke anymore. She wasn’t thinking about the servants watching or her father burning holes into their heads.She was thin

Valentina stirred, half-aware of warmth beside her and the faint scent of smoke lingering in the air. Her body ached less today, but there was still that dull, stubborn soreness in her ribs. She shifted slightly, blinking against the early morning light filtering through the windows.Lucas was sitting by the window, rolling a cigarette between his fingers, he wasn’t smoking, just turning it over, lost in thought. Before she could say anything, he flicked the cigarette onto the table and stood.The bed dipped as he climbed in, slipping beneath the covers. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the warmth of his lips staying on her skin.“How are you feeling?” He asked, exhaling as he found a comfortable position.She sighed softly, shifting closer.. “Good. But a little curious-sick.”He brushed his fingers through her hair slowly. She felt the way his chest rose deeply beneath her cheek.She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself sink into the feeling. Then, barely above

“You daydream too much” The man said.She stood up slowly, brushing nonexistent lint off her dress as she took a step toward him. The dimly lit cabin wasn’t exactly romantic, but that had never mattered to her. Romance was never the point anyway.She reached out, fingers trailing over the edge of the table before moving to the man's arm, then up to his neck. His skin was warm, the scent of citrus from the orange still filling her nose. His eyes stayed on her, waiting.She leaned in, lips barely a breath away from his, but instead of kissing him immediately, she smirked. "You talk too much," she murmuredThen she kissed him slowly at first, her fingers slipping into his hair. But the moment he responded, she deepened it, tilting her head to take more. The hand on his chest slid lower, nails dragging slightly over the fabric of his shirt before pressing firmly against his abdomen.He exhaled sharply through his nose, but she didn't stop. Her fingers moved lower, teasingly slow, and she

Marco’s voice shot through the room furiously. “Are you fucking serious right now? You went through my stuff, ruined my things, and shredded them? Are you insane, woman?!”She let out a scoff, her eyes burning with rage. “Are you actually mad at me for going through your stuff, or are you mad that I tore up the pictures of that slut you jerk off to? You should be ashamed of yourself, you should hide your ugly face in shame.”His face twisted in disbelief. He took a slow step back, running a hand down his face as if he was trying to wipe away the exhaustion and anger clinging to him. Then he stared at her like she’d completely lost her mind. “What the hell are you even talking about?”She folded her arms, her lips curling. “Don’t act dumb, Marco. You think I don’t know? Out of every woman in this city, in this damn country, you’re drooling over my sister—my sister, Marco! Are you not ashamed?”He exhaled through his nose, his patience wearing dangerously thin. “Okay you’re losing it. L