All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I was shocked. Alexandro's face changed. His jaw hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line. He let go of my hand. My hand fell to my lap, suddenly feeling very cold without his touch."I was just asking," I said."You were asking?"Alexandro stood up. He walked to the window, turning his back to me. His hands were in his pockets, his back tense.I stood up. I walked closer. I stood behind him, reaching for his arm. He didn't move."Hubby," I called softly.He was quiet."Hubby, I'm sorry."He was still quiet.I stroked his arm. "I didn't mean to say it was acting. I'm scared this is too beautiful to be real. I'm scared that later you'll say it was just a joke."He didn't answer.I turned his body slowly. He was stubborn, refusing to look at me. I reached for his chin, forcing him to look at me. His face was still sour. His eyes were still cold, but I didn't give up. I made my face cute. I pouted, puffed out my cheeks, and looked at him with big eyes."Hubby," I said in a sweet voice

The next day.Alexandro had left since morning. There was business that couldn't be delayed, he said, but before leaving, he told me, "Take Gianna wherever you go.""We're going to the mall, Madam?" Gianna asked as we got into the black car that was already waiting."Yes. I need to get out. I haven't left the house in a long time."Gianna nodded. The driver started moving slowly, leaving the large house gate behind. I stared out the window, watching the trees move slowly.The mall was crowded. Gianna and I walked side by side. She was always half a step behind me, her eyes moving quickly, scanning every corner and every person who passed. I told her she didn't need to be so alert, but she just said, "It's my job."We entered a boutique. I flipped through some dresses, trying to distract my mind, but when I walked out of the boutique, I saw it.A giant poster. Very large. Stuck on the center wall of the mall, right across from the escalator.Elena's face.She was smiling in that poster

Author's POVThat night.Two black cars moved slowly into the private dock area. The headlights illuminated the asphalt road, damp with night dew. The roar of the car engines was low, almost silent, like predators stalking through the darkness.Alexandro sat in the back seat. His dark blue suit had been replaced with a long-sleeved black shirt, rolled up to his elbows. His face was flat, his eyes staring out the window, but not really seeing anything.Marco drove carefully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following. Behind them, two other black cars maintained a safe distance, carrying eight of Alexandro's trained men."How much is being shipped tonight, sir?" Marco asked softly."Three containers," Alexandro answered without turning.Marco nodded. "The ship captain is already waiting."Alexandro didn't answer. His eyes stayed straight ahead.The car stopped at the end of the dock. The port lights were few, deliberately dimmed to avoid attr

LUCIA's PovI didn't sleep all night.Morning sunlight began to seep through the gaps in the bedroom curtains. I sat in the chair beside the bed, hugging my knees, watching him.He looked peaceful when he slept. His brow wasn't furrowed. His lips weren't hardened. His hands, usually clenched or busy giving orders, now lay open and limp on the bedsheet.But I knew that once he woke up, everything would change.And I was right.At seven in the morning, Alexandro opened his eyes.He blinked a few times, then his hand went to his head, which must have felt very heavy. He grunted softly, then his eyes moved, searching for something. Maybe a glass of water, maybe a headache pill, maybe me.He found me."You've been there since when?" His voice was hoarse, cold as usual."All night."He didn't answer. He got up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, both palms pressing against his still-sore eyes. I had already prepared a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets on the side table."Drink firs

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at my reflection. This maroon silk nightgown was almost transparent, falling softly above my thighs. I let my hair down, slightly wavy from the loose curls I deliberately made with the straightener. I touched my flushed cheeks, not from blush, but from nervousness.Mira had given me a lesson through a video call earlier this afternoon. She was abroad, in her fancy hotel room, with a glass of wine in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.I also prepared some items on the bedside table. Covered with black velvet cloth. Alexandro didn't know what was underneath yet.And ice cream. I asked Gianna to buy vanilla and chocolate ice cream, two liters. I put them in the small freezer in the corner of the room, right next to the bed.Now, I just had to wait.At nine o'clock, I heard the sound of a car entering the garage.My heart beat faster. I sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs, trying to look relaxed. My hands were cold, but I