All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LUCIA'S POVThat night, I was reading a book in the living room. Davina had prepared chamomile tea for me, a new habit that I had grown to like. I was starting to get used to her presence. Her smile, which once made me sick, now felt comforting. Maybe because I already knew the story behind that smile. Maybe because I had chosen to no longer be a foolish, jealous woman.My phone rang. Marco.I answered with a strange feeling. Marco never called me. Usually, if he needed something, he would pass the message through Gianna or Davina."Madam, Mr. Alexandro has fainted. We're at the hospital."My heart stopped beating for a moment."What?""Mr. Alexandro fainted. About an hour ago, after an inspection at the port. I brought him straight to the hospital.""Gianna!" I shouted.Gianna appeared from behind. Her face was tense. "Yes, Madam?""Take me to the hospital. Now."Gianna didn't ask questions. She immediately took the wheel. The car sped away from the house. I sat in the passenger seat

Three days in the hospital. Three days I never left Alexandro's side. I slept in the chair next to his bed, ate in that room, even showered quickly in the small bathroom they provided.I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave him alone. Even when he was asleep, I stayed here, watching his face which was starting to regain color, no longer as pale as when I first saw him lying unconscious.The doctor said his condition was stable. His blood pressure was starting to normalize. He just needed total rest and regular meals. But Alexandro was still Alexandro. His laptop was beside the bed. His phone was always in his grip. I had hidden both several times, but he always found them again."You can't rest if you keep staring at a screen," I said, annoyed."I'm just reading emails.""Emails from who?""From Marco.""What did Marco say?""Work.""Ale...""Lulu, I'm fine.""You fainted from exhaustion. That's not called being fine."He sighed, but he didn't close his laptop.That afternoon,

I stared at that name. Matteo Bianchi, the same name as my father, but there was still doubt in my heart. There was still a small hope that there was another Matteo Bianchi in this world who wasn't my father."Lots of people in Italy are named Matteo. This could be someone else.""We've been investigating for months. The trail leads to the same person. The man who married Isabella and the man who is your biological father.""But there's no photo! Show me photo evidence! A photo of the person who put a price on my head! If he really is my father, where's his photo?!"Alexandro was silent. He closed the laptop. The screen went black."He never leaves his hideout. There are no photos. No digital footprint. No one has seen his face in the last twenty years. Even his own men don't know exactly what he looks like.""So you don't have any proof?""We have proof, but not photos. Recorded conversations, transaction documents. A money trail that leads to his name.""I don't want to believe with

I moved faster. My hair flew back, fell again, flew again. I could hear our bodies colliding, wet, intense, embarrassing yet arousing."Ahh... ahh... Ale..." I moaned, unable to hold it back. Every time my hips hit his thighs, that pleasure spread from my stomach throughout my whole body. "F-fuck... so deep..."His hands gripped my waist, helping me move up and down, setting the rhythm he wanted. His thumb pressed on my lower stomach, right where I could feel his cock moving in and out of my body."You're so wet," he said. His voice was hoarse, heavy, like a man dying of thirst."Because you... ahh... because you haven't... touched me in five days...""I missed you.""Prove it."He laughed. Then he flipped my body over. Now he was on top, me underneath. He grabbed both my wrists, pinning them above my head. I couldn't move. I could only lie on my back, naked, exposed, ready to receive whatever he gave me."Ale... don't... don't be too rough...""You said prove it."He pushed inside."

I walked to campus with a sense of unease that made me look back every few steps and made my heart beat faster every time a stranger came near.I sat on the lecture bench, but my mind wasn't focused. Mia was saying something next to me, but I didn't hear it. The lecturer was explaining management theory, but I didn't understand it. All I could think about was one thing: my father's photo.After the lecture ended, I didn't go home. I asked Gianna to take me to my aunt's house.My aunt opened the door. I was shocked, she was so thin, her cheeks sunken, her eyes weary, her clothes loose on her bony body. I had never seen her like this before."Lucia?""Auntie, I want to take my father's photo from the wall in the back room."My aunt was silent, then she cried.I didn't know how to react. My aunt had never cried in front of me. She had always been angry, always yelled, always insulted, but never cried."Lucia, I haven't eaten in three days. Your uncle hasn't come home, and Elena has moved