The Mafia's Forbidden Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Welcome home That was what I was told, the instant I set foot into the De Luca mansion. However, the De Luca estate was nothing like the home I had lost. My parents’ house had been filled with warmth, voices rising and falling in laughter, the smell of my mother’s cooking, the sound of my father’s heavy footsteps in the hall. This place… it was grand. The silence was polished, sharp, and watchful. Even the floors gleamed as though they, too, were listening. It was beautiful, but it didn’t feel like it belonged to me.The first nights were the hardest. I woke up often, crying into the silk pillows I was too afraid to stain. The ceilings here were too high, the air too cold. I was suffocating.One night, when the sobs wouldn’t stop, Matteo slipped into my room. His hair stuck out in all directions, his eyes heavy with sleep. He didn’t say anything at first—just climbed onto the bed and sat beside me.“You’re loud when you cry,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.I hiccupped, glaring at him

Two years later,The De Luca Annual Charity Gala came again. It was an event hosted yearly by the De Lucases in honor of my parents to raise funds for charity events. From the top of the grand staircase, I paused, staring at the scene before me. Golden light spilled from chandeliers, scattering across polished marble and gowns that glittered like spilled jewels. A string quartet played in the corner.At one end of the room stood the hosts—Alessandro and his wife, cloaked in grace and authority, shaking hands and offering practiced smiles. Every guest wanted time with them as if the family’s approval was currency. One word from them could build or ruin empires. Over the years, Don Alessandro had built an empire for himself in both the business and the mafia world. He was a force to be reckoned with. A man to be feared.I exhaled slowly, tightened my grip on the railing, and took my first step down the stairs. It wasn’t my first rodeo and certainly won’t be my last. I adjusted the slit

I woke to warmth. The kind that seeps into your bones, that makes you forget the rest of the world exists.Matteo’s chest was against my back, solid and warm, his breath steady against my neck. His arm was draped lazily over my waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns against my skin.For a moment, I didn’t move. I just let myself feel it—the impossible comfort of being in his arms, the quiet that only came after a storm.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.I smiled, eyes still closed. “You were drawing circles on my hip. Hard to stay asleep with that.”He chuckled, the sound low and sinful, and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Maybe I wanted to wake you.”I rolled onto my back, meeting his eyes. They were softer now, stripped of all the control and darkness he wore in front of the world. Just Matteo. My Matteo.“Careful,” I whispered, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “You’re starting to sound like you actually like me.”His mouth curved, that small, dangerous smile.

This must be fate. I was almost about to lose my cool when my informant failed to deliver the financial documents on the De Luca shipment. Everything was meant to fall into place; a victorious smile hadn’t left my face all day. Instead, I was met with excuses. He couldn’t make it. I had wanted to kill him that night, but the universe always knew how to turn my frown into a smile.Who would have thought I’d encounter Mateo’s most prized possession, Isla Moreno, bleeding in the middle of the road, drenched by the heavy downpour? Ever since her parents anniversary, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. There was something about Isla that kept pulling me in like a magnetic force. Maybe it was just my desire to spite Mateo, or maybe there was something truly special about her.I didn’t waste time taking her to a nearby hospital on the outskirts of Nepal. This was the leverage I had been waiting for. I would make them believe Isla was dead. Mateo would blame himself for the rest of

Chapter TenIsla’s POVEverything looked foreign to me. My body might be here physically, but my mind was somewhere else. I still didn’t understand how I was hit by a moving truck. I just wish I could remember something, anything; but every time I try, it felt like I was being pulled back into a hollow darkness. No matter how hard I fought it, it kept dragging me down, hurting my head and giving me splitting headaches.Damian finally brought me home after a few days in the hospital. He has been really kind and gentle with me. I still can’t believe I’m married, and even pregnant. I wish I could remember our wedding day or how we’ve been living as a married couple. I closed my eyes, willing myself to remember something, but no no matter how much I pushed, my mind stayed blank.I desperately wanted to know what happened the night of my accident. Why was I running? Who was chasing me? How did I lose all my memories in less than twenty-four hours? The only thing I remember is my name. I co