All Chapters of Trapped in the Mafia’s hell: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gabriella.I can't believe I thought Marcello was worth forgiving. I’d seen him take care of Adrianna and I was touched, thought he had an ounce of redemption in him but I was wrong.He’d always be the man who shot my father.He’d always be my foe. The door creaked open and Adrianna stepped in, her face sunken and sad. “I’m sorry, Gabriella, don’t mind my brother…” “No,” I cut her off, “Don’t come here giving an excuse for him, he’s a monster, I know he acts to be all sweet and good but that’s a lie.”She blinked twice, shocked. “Gaby…”“Don’t call me that, my name is Gabriella and your brother kidnapped me and killed my father in cold blood. Trying to defend him is pointless.”She nodded, “Of course, I know you’re angry. I’d give you time to cool off, I love you.”“No you don’t,” I snarled bitterly. “You just pity me!”She shot one last look at me before smiling, “No Gabriella, I don’t.”With that she left, once again I’m alone in this room.I shut my eyes tight realizing I’d gon

GabriellaSince the few months I stayed with Marcello, I'd never fallen ill.Not even when he locked me in a disgusting basement that stinked with pee and mold.I survived being there for days, I was starved, weak, and exhausted. Yet I wasn’t throwing up around the whole place like some pregnant ….I paused, clutched my belly, could I be pregnant?I sat up with urgency, I was still lying on the king-sized bed in Marcello’s room. These past few days he never let me out of his sight, not even for a minute.He’d check up on me from time to time, making sure I wasn’t sick again. I rose slowly from the bed and dragged my feet to the door, I twisted the doorknob wishing to be free but it was locked. Somehow the sickness made me even more frustrated with staying here. No matter how much I wandered around the mansion, I’d always remain his helpless prisoner wife.I banged my fist against the door, “Help me,” I yelled as if the house were bursting into flames. The door clicked open and

GabriellaNever did I ever dream that this day would come.I stared at the two lines on the strips, and instantly, the dam broke, and tears rolled down freely.I didn't even care if I was loud or not, the emotions were too hard to contain. How could I get pregnant by a monster?I covered my mouth with my hand as I tried to stop the sobs, then I did the next sensible thing I could think of. Flush the pregnancy strip. Get rid of the evidence, No one would ever know this. It will remain my secret. hear of this. Not even Luca will hear of this. I turned on the tap, washed my red face with water, dabbed it with a towel, and cleared my throat, staring at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t noticed until now how different I looked.The weight gain, the glow, it’s like I gained extra pounds which was impossible in this mansion. I used that opportunity to take a shower, scrubbing my skin till it was pink and clean. For some reason, I enjoyed staying under the warm shower. It calmed my brain.

Gabriella“I never doubted my brother for a second,”Of course, I knew that quite well, and even if he was the murderer. I wouldn’t blame her if she still defended her. He was all she had.Adrianna reached out to be squeezing my shoulders softly, “Stefan has always been the mastermind behind the chaos, I know my brother might come off as…”“Scary?”“Angry,” she corrected her eyes darting away from mine. “But to me, he’s always that ten-year-old boy who saved me from the fire that took my parents.”I felt even sadder thinking he'd be responsible for his parents’ death, I was pissed I’d been attacking the wrong person. What if I’d successfully poisoned him? What would then happen next?Adrianna stood, “I know you would never understand because you hate him, but I hope you can forgive him.”Girl, I don’t need to forgive him. He is off my target list. My eyes are on Stefan now. In fact, I was now Marcello’s new assistant in tracking Stefan but I wouldn't tell anyone about this discovery.

Stefan My hands are on the railings as I stare at the mountain, the way the gentle breezes make the trees dance. A commoner would be glad to be here. Maybe even see it as a vacation but I loathed being here, hiding from Marcello Ricci.Spider, one of my men, walked in clearing his throat, as if trying to catch my attention, “Good evening boss.”“Spider, thank heaven you’re here, what are people saying about the rumour?” I asked, turning to face the buff man standing right in front of me.“ People are taking it like a rumour, Marcello hasn’t debunked or addressed it.”“I see,” my gaze returning to the mountains. “Do you think Marcello suspects I'm alive?”“We don’t know yet,”“Thanks for the info,” I swallowed the irritation already simmering on my skin.”Even though it’s practically useless to me and not worth interrupting my beautiful evening. I want to hear news about Marcello, shocked I survived that bomb blast. I want him to have nightmares about me.”“Then you can simply just