Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Author's PovAlexandro sat on the leather sofa in the farthest corner, near the large glass window facing the night view. He had been silent all this time. The glass of whiskey in his hand was half empty, but he never took a sip. His fingers just swirled it slowly, making the yellow liquid form small whirlpools.Beside him, Fabio sat casually, legs crossed, one hand holding a cigar that emitted thin smoke. Across from them, Marco stood straight near the door, his hands behind his back, his eyes occasionally scanning the surroundings."How many hours have you been silent like this? Since we got here, you haven't said a single word," Fabio said.Alexandro didn't answer."If you're just going to be quiet and brood, you might as well do it at home. At least there you have your beautiful wife to look at," Fabio continued."What actually happened, Ale? You haven't gone home since the afternoon. Marco said you left the house after arguing with Lucia."Alexandro didn't answer."About what?""

Author's Pov.Several people were staring at her. Elena narrowed her eyes. Davian raised an eyebrow. Fabio leaned back in his chair with a curious smile. Marco remained standing straight by the door, but his eyes followed Lucia's every move.Lucia took the microphone. She closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened her mouth.And she sang."I'd risk it all for you..."Her voice came out soft at first.But as time passed, it grew stronger. With emotion she had been holding inside all this time.That Bruno Mars song flowed from her lips like river water in spring. Every word felt alive. Every note felt touching. Lucia wasn't just singing, she was telling a story. About a love she never asked for. About a struggle she never imagined. About hope she kept holding onto even though it had been trampled many times.Her voice rose to a high note. Not just technical. But there was a vibration there. A vibration that gave anyone who heard it goosebumps.The businessmen stopped playing billiard

I don't know why he asked about my father, but the way he said that name—Matteo Bianchi—was like he had known him for a long time.That night, I lay down next to him.I heard him moving. Left. Right. On his back. Tilted to the left. Tilted to the right. On his back again. The mattress was hard and uncomfortable. The thin sheets weren't soft enough for his skin, which was used to silk.I opened my eyes. From behind the darkness, I could see the silhouette of his restless body. He sat up. His hand rubbed his face, then his hand moved to his neck, to his arm, to his calf. Scratching. Rubbing. Scratching again."Lots of mosquitoes," he muttered.I smiled slightly. "A man born rich won't be able to sleep here," I said.Alexandro didn't answer.Suddenly, from outside, I heard a voice, then the sound of unsteady footsteps, sometimes loud, sometimes weak, like someone struggling to walk straight.Then Elena's voice."I'm home..."I heard Auntie wake up from her sleep. Her footsteps hurried to

Alexandro went out because he got another phone call. I watched his broad back disappear behind the door.I was still sitting at the dining table, playing with the leftover croissant on my plate. Elena across from me was silent, but her eyes weren't. Her eyes stared at me with hatred she no longer hid."Come with me for a moment," she said.I looked at her suspiciously. "Why?""There's something I want to show you."She stood up and walked to her room without waiting for my answer.I stood up and followed her.Elena's bedroom door closed behind me. Her room was bigger than my old room, but still small. The walls were covered with posters of herself—her face smiling in various poses, various styles, various makeup looks."You're showing off, huh?" Elena looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You deliberately called your husband here to humiliate me?""I didn't call anyone. He came by himself.""Liar! You must have arranged everything. That flower, that food, that jewelry store, you delibera

The car stopped in front of an old, unremarkable building. From the outside, it looked like an empty warehouse or a factory that was no longer operating. The walls were dull, the windows were tightly shut, and there were no signs or nameboards of any kind. But once that iron door opened, I knew this place was not ordinary.We walked through a long hallway with concrete walls. Fluorescent lights flickered on the ceiling, illuminating a path that gradually sloped downward. We entered the basement.And I was amazed.The basement was huge, very huge. Maybe the size of a soccer field. The walls were made of thick concrete, the floor of polished cement that gleamed. Spotlight lamps were mounted on the high ceiling, lighting every corner of the room brightly.And on those walls, weapons hung. Long rifles lined up neatly on iron racks. Pistols hung on magnetic boards, glistening under the lights. There were also weapons I didn't recognize, oddly shaped, large, maybe some kind of launcher or g