All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Carlo Bianchi stood hesitantly before the large door. His palms were sweating even though the night air was cold. The suit he wore looked neat, but it could not hide the tension in his stiff shoulders. Two large men stood on either side of the door, their faces expressionless, their sharp eyes watching Carlo's every move. One of them opened the door without saying a word.Carlo stepped inside. Alexandro De Luca was lounging on a large dark-colored sofa. One button of his shirt was undone, his tie loosened. A scantily dressed woman was on top of him, her long hair falling to cover part of her face. A soft laugh filled the room, deeply seductive.Alexandro lifted his hand slightly when he realized someone had entered. The woman stopped and turned toward the door, then looked at Carlo."Leave," Alexandro said shortly.The woman got off without protest, straightening her clothes with a blank expression. She glanced briefly at Carlo, then walked out through the side door.The room fell sil

LuciaThe next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. It was a routine ingrained in my body, and I went straight to the kitchen. Heating the soup, frying eggs, arranging bread on plates. I did everything automatically, as if my body moved without needing instructions. I barely slept last night, but fatigue had never been an excuse in this house.Strangely, there was no shouting this morning.When I finished setting the breakfast on the dining table, my uncle was already seated neatly, wearing his best shirt. My aunt also looked more dressed up than usual. Her hair was neatly styled, her face full of makeup. Elena sat beside her, beautiful as always, wearing a simple dress that was clearly expensive.I was about to return to the kitchen as usual when my uncle said, "Sit."I froze."What is it?" I asked hesitantly."Eat together," he said briefly.My chest pounded uneasily. This had never happened. Not once since I had lived in this house. I sat slowly at the end of the table, my hands

LuciaI got into the luxury car with trembling hands. I did not bring much with me, only a small bag containing a change of clothes, my phone, and my thin wallet. My mom's necklace still circled my neck. I refused to take it off. It was the only thing that still gave me a sense of safety.Before the car door closed, I looked back. My uncle stood on the porch. His face was stiff, then he nodded slowly at me. It was not a nod asking for my consent, but an order I could not refuse. My aunt stood beside him with a cold expression. As for Elena, she did not hide her dislike. Her gaze was sharp, full of contempt, as if she wanted to say that I did not deserve to sit in a car this expensive and as if she wanted to make sure I remembered my place.I turned my face away. The car door closed softly, and the car began to move. I sat stiffly on the plush seat with its unfamiliar scent. In front, the driver did not talk much. I hugged my small bag, my heart beating far too fast. I had no idea wher