All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Rain had stopped, but the streets still shimmered with leftover puddles, glinting under the flicker of early morning streetlamps. Olive walked with her hands tucked into the pockets of her denim jacket, her hair tied up in a messy bun under a cap. it'd be a streetlight if it wasn't covered.She didn't want to stand out.The bus stop was empty. She stood there and waited for the number 14 that would take her down to the outskirts of Montaile district, just past the industrial yards where the city started getting less shiny and more disturbing. She kept her head down because old habits die hard. People remembered faces more than they remembered names.And in this job, anonymity was currency.Okay, what was she doing?How is this a spy movie?She straightened up. Acting like that wws only going to arouse suspicions. She cleared her throat.Lucas hadn’t given her a deadline. He just told her not to fuck it up. But Olive knew time was its own kind of pressure. The longer she took, the hard

It had rained again earlier, and the pavement outside the studio still glistened from the aftermath, reflecting streaks of dull gold from the late afternoon sun. Val walked toward her car slowly, fingers still adjusting the edge of her sunglasses where they rested in her hair. The shoot had dragged longer than she’d hoped. The new makeup artist couldn’t seem to match her tone, and her feet ached from standing in heels since morning.She wasn’t alone, though. Aisha walked a few feet ahead, chatting idly with Justin, who carried two large tote bags full of product samples they had collected to test before the release. Laina was trailing behind Val, texting someone with her head low and her bag slung over her shoulder oblivious of her sorrounding or her job, but val cared less, she just wanted to get home.The line of black cars was parked along the curb. Val had just reached for the handle of hers when a man’s voice cut through the distant sounds of traffic.“Valentina?”She turned slow

Lucas hadn’t planned to let her tag along, obviously he'd love that but look at the down side, there's no fucking way he'd be able to concentrate at work.She was a fucking distraction.Valentina rarely asked for things from him, monetarily, emotitionally and physically. His world outside their home had always felt like something she only half belonged to—something she kept a cautious distance from. But that morning, while he buttoned his shirt and checked his phone for the fourth time, she asked quietly, "Can I come with you today?" She was hesitant, he could hear it in her voice.He looked up from his screen to meet her gaze. She wasn’t dressed yet, just standing by the side of the bed in one of his shirts, her hair still damp from the shower.Did she think he would say no? Hell would freeze before he would. He'd gladly let her distract him from work over and over. He was that whipped.So smiled so adorably he felt his heart swell he could barely breathe.This woman would be the dea

The office had good emptied out slowly. Val had stayed behind with Lucas for a while longer, finishing a few paperwork notes Nancy handed off, before finally closing up and walking out with him. The sun was already dipping low over the horizon, casting warm gold tones across the building's glass as they rode home in silence with Rue curled on the backseat, asleep.But Val wasn’t in the mood to go straight home. Something had been simmering quietly inside her lately, a weird craving she couldn’t shake. She'd been thinking about it all week—the buttered crab from the luxury hotel restaurant downtown. Ever since she tasted it at one of those formal events Lucas had dragged her to months ago, she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.So after changing into something more casual and pulling her hair into a high, effortless bun, she grabbed Lucas' card, slipped on a pair of loafers, and told Lucas she'd be back. Before he'd say a think, she added she was going to take the guards, and would get

Alecia stood outside Marco’s apartment, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The sun was dipping, casting a golden hue over the high-rises, but she barely noticed. For two whole days, he hadn’t returned her calls or answered her messages. He had shut her off completely. But now here she was. Stupid, maybe. Angry, definitely. But she wasn't going to leave until he answered her.Throwing her under the bus like that, what the hell did he say to her father to make him treat her like that. What? Did he buy him off?And he's changed the lock. She input the password over and over but the only sound that came out was the little buzz that told her the password, again, is wrong.So, she had no other choice but to bite down her anger and knock, she would definitely break down the door if her doesn't come out. Luckily, he did. The door swung open within seconds and he stood there, with his sweatpants low on his hips, a t-shirt wrinkled and hung loosely off one shoulder, and his eyes held no w