All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S REPLACEMENT BRIDE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN SEBASTIAN She was nothing more than a convenient way to get what I wanted. Destroying Marco would not be easy, and I found out that extending a hand to him and letting him think we were on the same side was the best way to get him to let down his guard enough for me to destroy the empire he had built. His granddaughter was the "in" that I was looking for. He wanted her to marry me, and I wanted his shipping routes. She was a wife in name only, a tool I would discard once I ruined Marco. These were the things I told myself over and over again. At first, it was easy, but after that first night when I came to see my wife two weeks ago, everything that I'd told myself about her was crumbling. Earlier today, when I saw her standing in that boutique, looking at Cynthia and I like we had betrayed her, I couldn't control my rage. She was dressed like that, parading town with that dumb friend of hers...The only thing that I could think about was tearing that dress off

CHAPTER THIRTEENLIRA Reaching out my shaking hand, I touched the face of the woman in the portraits. The woman in the portraits was indeed my mother..... She had been dead since I was five years old, and I barley knew anything about her, yet...she was my mother. What was a portrait of my mother doing in Marco's house?Did Marco have something to do with my mother? Or did he know about my real identity and investigated my mother too? I had so many questions, and my head was spinning even more as I thought about it. If Marco knew about this, then that meant there was a more bigger issue going on here! I brought out my phone, wanting to call that person, however, a calm voice from behind me broke into my thoughts. "Miss Sophia!" Turning sharply, I saw the butler standing by the door, that same expressionless look on his face. He was like a wall who did not feel anything at all. "I.....I was looking at the pictures" I rushed to explain, pointing at the portraits as I tried to e

CHAPTER FIFTEENLIRA"What?" He approached me, his gaze fierce as he glared at me. My heart raced fast against my chest, and my palms were sweaty thinking about what Sebastian was going to do to me. However, I did not want to give in at all. I met his gaze head on, refusing to lower my head this time."Why do you look so upset?" A ghostly smile appeared on my face as I spoke up. "This should be what you want, right?" I continued on, refusing to back down even as I saw his protruded veins . Sebastian was upset....and it seemed I was going to suffer. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me up from the bed and forced me to stand facing him I yelped as he dragged me up, feeling a sharp pain inside me, however, Sebastian did not seem to care about that. "I told you, Lira, you don't get to ask for a divorce here!" He screamed at me, panting heavily as he did so. Feeling drained all of a sudden, I turned my face away. I was unable to continue facing his anger head on. This man was....."Seba

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LIRAThe door was shut in my face, and I stood outside the door, helpless, and unable to do anything as I watched the doctor and nurses fight to pull my grandmother back from death's door. I felt my chest hurting with intense guilt, and I whimpered softly. All of this was my fault....my mother had always had a pretty big reaction whenever it came to my mother and the life she lived before she had me. Everything was kept a secret, and I should have known that asking about it was going to trigger her. I peeked inside the room once again, my grandmother seemed to be coming back to live. Since she had such a huge traction to my mention of Marco Vale, does that mean that something really happened? Just what kind of relationship did my mother have with Marco Vale? "Since you've seen your grandmother, you should leave now, no one should see you here!"I turned sharply when I heard that cold emotionless voice behind me. A deep frown settled on my face, it was indeed

CHAPTER NINETEEN LIRA "Mr. Cross, I don't think this has anything to do with you, right? I don't think you should be butting into this!" Cynthia's snarl interrupted my thoughts. Damien smirked at her, his expression dismissive as he glared at Cynthia. It was obvious that he did not take her seriously at all. "You are the new ambassador for my company's new jewelry line, so of course I have to make sure that you don't do anything that will drag down the reputation of my company. Things like being the mistress.....I hope I won't see news like that again, Cynthia!" He warned coldly, his voice sharp. The moment he said those words, it all hit me, he was Damien Cross, the CEO of LN, a company that specialized in almost anything! It was a large company that dominated the industry, from household items to fashion, and I even heard that they had shares in even the medical sector. I had tried to apply for a job at one of his subsidiaries once but..... "You are Damien Cross?" I