All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Author’s Pov.That night the mansion felt quieter than usual. Aurora and Leo were already fast asleep in their rooms. The master bedroom was dim, lit only by the small glow of the bedside lamp.Lucia lay on her side, the blanket covering her only from the waist down. Her sleep was restless. Her brows were furrowed, her breathing uneven, her fingers clutching the sheets.In her dream, she stood in front of a mirror. Her face was whole. Then suddenly there was the sound of shattering glass, a scream, and a liquid that burned. Acid. Heat piercing the skin, a sharp stench, a terror that made her want to scream though no sound came out.The face in the mirror cracked, melted, turning into something monstrous. She tried to wipe her face, but her hands only touched the wound that had never truly disappeared, even after plastic surgery had covered it.“No… don’t…”Lucia woke up gasping for air. She sat upright in bed, cold sweat soaking her temples and neck. Her hands trembled violently as sh

Lucia's Pov. I rented a small ballroom on the outskirts of the city for my graduation party. Not too lavish, but spacious enough to accommodate my campus friends, a few familiar professors, and my little family. The decorations were simple—black and gold balloons, a banner with my name and my new degree that still sounded strange to my ears, and a buffet table full of Italian food. That night, the venue was bustling. Music played loudly. I danced with Aurora on Alexandro's lap, then switched with Leo, who preferred to jump around in place. My college friends pulled my hand to the center of the dance floor. We laughed, shouted along to the songs, and for the first time in a long while, I felt light. The drinks kept coming. I didn't pay much attention. Someone handed me a glass filled with a golden liquid, someone else pushed a sweet cocktail toward me. I drank. Then drank again. My head started spinning, but laughter came more easily. Alexandro pulled my arm a few times and whispe

Author's Pov.The black car stopped in front of Abraham's mansion gate for the second time in the same week. Alexandro stepped out with heavier strides than usual. His face was flat, but his jaw had been tight since the drive over. Marco got out from the driver's side and followed a few steps behind, alert as always.The gate hadn't fully opened when two large-bodied guards stepped forward, blocking the way."I'm sorry, Mr. Alexandro," one of them said in a stiff, formal tone. "Mr. Abraham has given orders. You're not allowed to enter today."Alexandro stopped right in front of them. His eyes sharpened."Tell my father I'm here.""The orders are clear, Sir. No exceptions."Marco stepped a little closer, but Alexandro raised his hand, stopping him. He stared at the two guards for a long time, as if weighing whether to force his way in or not. Finally, he let out a short breath."Tell him this—if he still has any guts, he can contact me himself."Without waiting for an answer, Alexandro

Author's Pov. Marco walked out of the nightclub with heavier steps than usual. The night air felt cold on his skin. He didn't go straight home. His feet carried him without a clear direction, passing rows of closed shops, until he finally found a small park by the roadside. The park lights flickered weakly. A wooden bench under a large tree looked empty. He sat there, leaning back, and let the silence envelop him. He daydreamed. He was approaching forty-five. He had never been a picky man when it came to women. All he needed was someone who could make him feel less alone for a while. But life had never given him room. When he finally found Davina—the woman who made him want to stop walking and stay—she died. That remote island still lived in his memory, but Davina's body had long since become earth. After that, work became the only thing left. Alexandro, family, the dark shadows that had to be kept from swallowing the people under his protection. Marco was too busy. Too loyal.

Author's Pov.Marco didn't start the engine right away. He sat in the car, hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to calm his pulse which was still beating too fast.His breath slowly steadied. Cassian's face was still vivid in his mind—that smile, that touch, the threat delivered in an almost intimate tone.He finally started the engine and drove away from that place. No one followed. No one blocked him. Cassian truly let him go, just like his last words that still echoed.Over the next few days, Marco went through his routine as usual. He drove Alexandro to meetings, monitored the schedule, checked security, and made sure everything ran smoothly.Nothing changed in the way he worked. No one could see that inside his head, the encounter with Cassian kept replaying over and over.But there was one thing he did between those routines—something he'd avoided for years, yet now felt urgent.Davina's grave.He didn't visit often. It hurt too much. But that day, after dropp