Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

In the office, Alexandro sat behind his wooden desk. Damien stood near the window, his eyes looking outside toward the neatly arranged garden."Matteo has moved locations," Damien said.Alexandro raised an eyebrow. "Where to?""We don't know for sure yet, but what's clear is that he's no longer in the old place. His hideout is empty. No valuables, no documents, no trace.""So he fled?""It seems so. Maybe he knows we're hunting him. Maybe someone told him, or maybe he's just paranoid."Alexandro was silent. He spun a pen in his hand. His eyes narrowed."At least Lucia is safe for now. Without Matteo, that dark web site wouldn't dare list her name. They're afraid of Matteo, but they're also afraid of you. With Matteo gone, they have no reason to keep her as a target.""Are you sure?""Nothing is one hundred percent, Ale. But for now, your wife is safe."Alexandro sighed. This was good news. But he couldn't feel completely relieved. As long as Matteo was still out there, as long as that

The bedroom door swung wide open without a knock. Isabella stood at the threshold, her hair still wet, probably just having showered. Her weary eyes looked at me, then at Alexandro who was still only wearing a towel around his waist, then back at me. No shame. No guilt for entering without permission. Just an empty stare that made me uneasy."Lucia, can you lend me your bag?"I sat up in bed, pulling the blanket to cover my body."Which bag, Mom?""The black leather bag. I like the style.""That's the only nice bag I have, Mom.""Just lend it to me. I'll return it later."I sighed. "Fine. Take it from the closet."Isabella walked to the closet. She opened the closet door, took the black leather bag, examined it briefly, then walked to the door. No "thank you." No "excuse me." No "sorry for disturbing." The door closed.Alexandro looked at me. I looked back at him."I understand why you asked that question," I said."Which question?""About my mother. You said she's a little mentally d

Alexandro didn't answer my question. He just let out a long sigh, then walked to the desk and opened his laptop. The screen lit up. He started typing something, maybe an email, maybe a report, maybe something related to his dark business. I didn't know. What I did know was that he didn't want to discuss Marco, Davina, or Damien.I sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, my thoughts racing. Marco gay? Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe he was just traumatized by the past. Maybe he already had a secret lover. Maybe he wasn't interested in women because he was too busy protecting Alexandro. Or maybe I was just overthinking.My eyes shifted to the bedside table. Alexandro's phone lay there.Since getting married, I had never checked his phone. Not because I didn't trust him, but because I was afraid. Afraid of finding something that could destroy our marriage. But tonight, for some reason, my hand moved on its own. I took the phone, opened it, and it was unlocked.Alexandro never locked his phone.I o

The car drove away from the dead-end alley at a steady speed. Marco drove calmly, no longer in a hurry. Behind them, no cars were following. Those thugs were probably still busy tending to themselves, lying on the asphalt.Alexandro opened the window a crack. The cold night air came in, carrying the scent of soil and wet leaves. It might have just rained in this area. He looked at the dark sky, searching for stars. Not many were visible. Maybe they were covered by clouds, or maybe it was light pollution from the city still glowing even though it was late at night."Marco," he called."Yes, sir.""Do you remember the first time we met?"Marco was silent for a moment. "Twenty years ago, sir. I was still a teenager. You were too.""Your father worked for my father.""Yes, sir. My father was a driver, my mother a maid.""Now you're my right-hand man.""Because you trust me, sir.""I don't trust anyone, but you're different."Marco didn't answer, but at the corner of his lips, there was a

Lucia's PovI don't know where this courage came from. All I know is that once those words left my mouth, I couldn't take them back, and I didn't want to take them back.Alexandro stared at me. His black eyes didn't blink, as if he was reading my mind, weighing whether I was serious or just hysterical from pregnancy."Are you serious?" he asked."Do I look like I'm joking?"He didn't answer. He just walked to the window, his back to me. His hands were in his pockets. His shoulders were tense. I knew that posture. It was the posture he had when he was thinking hard."Ale," I called.He didn't answer."Ale, I know you can hear me.""Yes. I hear you.""So? Don't you want to say something?"He turned around. His face was still blank, but his eyes were different."What can I say, Lulu? You've already convicted me before I could defend myself.""I'm not convicting you. I'm just being cautious.""Cautious? Or paranoid?"I bit my lip. "Maybe both."Alexandro walked closer. I wanted to step ba