All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

The envelope still felt heavy in Marco's hand, even after he had read it several times on quiet nights. Cassian's letter wasn't long, but every word felt like a stone thrown into a calm pond—disturbing, unsettling, and leaving ripples he couldn't erase.Marco kept the letter in his wallet, folded neatly among photos of Nora, Luca, and Davina.Three weeks after Alicia's funeral, Marco decided to meet Cassian. The address was written on the back of the letter a small town on Italy's western coast, far from Rome.Marco didn't tell Alexandro. He didn't tell anyone. He just packed a small bag, kissed the foreheads of Leo, Aurora, and Loris while they slept, and left before dawn.The journey took almost six hours. Marco drove calmly, passing through winding roads that cut through the Tuscan hills, through small villages still asleep, and finally arriving at a quiet coastal town—white-painted houses with terracotta roofs, cobblestone streets sloping toward the sea, and the scent of salt mixe

Lucia shut her mouth, though her eyes still held protest.The principal tried to mediate."Mr. De Luca, I appreciate that you want to protect your family. But this school has rules. Leo must face consequences. He will be suspended for three days.""Fine," Alexandro said without hesitation. "Is there anything else?"The principal looked at him, then at Lucia who was still standing with a tense face."No, Sir. We will contact you for the hospital bill details."Alexandro nodded, then turned to Leo. "Come on, let's go home."Leo stood up, looked at his mother with eyes asking for understanding, then followed his father out of the room.In the car, Alexandro drove with his gaze straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Lucia sat in the passenger seat, her body rigid, and Leo sat in the back, his eyes staring out the window."Mommy still mad?" Leo asked.Lucia turned. "I'm not mad, Leo. I'm just confused.""Confused about what?""Because what you did was wrong, but you

"Good. I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."Silvia nodded, still unable to believe what had just happened. Marco opened the car door for her, and Silvia got in with her heart pounding. The whole ride home, neither spoke. Silvia stared out the window, trying to calm her thoughts, while Marco focused on the road that was growing dark.The car finally stopped in front of a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. Silvia lived on the third floor, a simple unit with a balcony overlooking a small park. She opened the car door, then turned to Marco."Thanks for the ride," she said."You're welcome. See you tomorrow."Silvia nodded, then walked toward her apartment door. She didn't look back, but she could feel Marco's eyes following her until she disappeared inside the building.As soon as she entered her apartment, Silvia leaned her back against the door and let out a long breath. She covered her face with both hands, trying to make sense of what had just happened."Marco asked me to d

Marco smiled, then got ready. He couldn't wait to see Silvia's reaction when he gave her the gift.He showered quickly, put on a clean white shirt and a dark blue blazer that made his eyes look brighter. He sprayed on a little perfume, something he rarely did. Then, he took the gift and looked at it once more.Marco left earlier than he should have. He wanted to make sure he wasn't late, wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. He even stopped at a flower shop and bought a single white rose—not red, because red felt too excessive for someone like Silvia. White felt more sincere, more pure.He arrived in front of Silvia's apartment at half past six. He parked his car, then stared at the building. The light on the third floor was still off. Maybe Silvia was still getting ready.Marco waited.He waited until seven o'clock. The light was still off.He took out his phone and sent a message."I'm already outside. Are you ready?"No reply.Marco waited again. At half past seven, he bega

Marco fell silent. Gay? The word hung in the air, feeling foreign and ridiculous at the same time. He stared at Silvia, trying to process what he had just heard. His mind spun, trying to connect the scattered pieces of the puzzle."Gay? I'm not gay. I like you. I like a woman. I like you."Silvia shook her head, her tears falling again."That's what doesn't make sense. You're a handsome man, you're rich and you could get any woman you want. Why would you like me? I'm just a tutor. I'm not pretty, I'm fat, I'm a nobody."Marco felt his anger rising, not at Silvia, but at the situation, at whoever had planted doubt and fear in this woman's heart. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Gently, he took both of Silvia's cold hands and held them tightly."Listen to me, beauty is not measured by body size or social status. You are beautiful, you are beautiful when you teach Leo with such patience. You are beautiful when you smile. You are beautiful when you laugh. I like you