Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

I came out of the room after showering, my hair still a little damp, my body wrapped in a light blue long dress I had picked out myself. I didn't know where Alexandro was taking me, but he said to wear something nice. This dress used to be too tight around the stomach, but now it was a little loose. I smiled slightly seeing it in the mirror.In the front yard, a new car was parked. Not black like Alexandro's other cars. It was clean white, gleaming, with a sleek, elegant design.I stopped on the steps, looking at it. Beside the car, a woman stood. Short black hair at shoulder length, a neat black jacket like an agent in the movies, her body tall and lean with small muscles visible on her exposed arms. Her face was stern, her eyes sharp, her skin tan. Beautiful with a dangerous aura.I looked at her, then at Alexandro who stood beside me with a faint smile on his lips."This is Gianna. A new car for you, and she'll take you wherever you go," Alexandro said.I blinked. Gianna bowed resp

Author's PovIn the meeting room.Fifteen people sat around a long mahogany table, documents scattered in front of them, laptops glowing with red graphs that never showed good news.Alexandro sat at the head of the table, his black jacket still neat, his face flat as usual. Marco stood behind him, hands at his sides. In the corner of the room, two men in black stood rigid, their eyes watching every movement.Across the table, an old man with white hair and a thick mustache stared at Alexandro with furious eyes. Pietro Rinaldi, owner of the second largest transportation company in Italy. Six months ago, his company was nearly bankrupt. Debts piled up, clients fled, banks refused to lend. Alexandro stepped in, bought fifty percent of the shares, injected fresh funds, restructured management, and saved the company from ruin.Now, the company was healthy again, and Pietro Rinaldi had to pay a tax. Not an ordinary tax. A tax that had been stipulated in the contract when Alexandro saved his

Author’s POVThe black car moved slowly as it entered the road leading to the house. Alexandro sat in the back seat, his black suit jacket already removed, his tie loosened around his neck. Marco drove calmly, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, observing his boss’s unreadable expression.But in front of the gate, the car stopped.Marco looked ahead, then turned slightly. “Sir, there’s another car parked in front.”Alexandro lifted his head. On the side of the road, right in front of his gate, a small pink car was neatly parked. It was not unfamiliar. He recognized it. Angelique.A French woman with shoulder-length blonde hair.Alexandro opened the door and stepped out. Marco followed, but Alexandro raised his hand.“Wait in the car.”Marco nodded and returned to the driver’s seat, the engine still running.Angelique stood beside her pink car, a light beige coat draped over her slender frame, her blonde hair falling beautifully over her shoulders.“Alex,” she greeted.Alexan

Author’s POVLucia walked upstairs. In the middle of the staircase, she stopped. Her breathing tightened as if something was pressing against her chest. She took a deep breath, but it didn’t help. Her heart pounded strangely, not like usual. She gripped the railing, pausing for a moment, trying to calm herself. Maybe she was just tired. Maybe she was just overthinking.The head maid passed through the hallway below and saw her standing still on the stairs.“Madam, are you alright?”Lucia smiled. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”She continued going up. Her breathing was still tight, but she endured it. She didn’t want to trouble anyone.In the upstairs hallway, dim lights glowed softly. The study door was closed, but behind it, Alexandro was inside. Lucia stood in front of the door, raised her hand to knock, but hesitated. Then she knocked softly.“Come in.”Lucia opened the door. Alexandro sat in his large chair behind the desk, his suit already off, the sleeves of his white shirt sli

Lucia's PovThe door to the room closed. Alexandro walked out, probably to talk with the doctor.The monitor beside me was still beeping softly, beat after beat, reminding me that I was still alive. The IV was still dripping slowly into my left hand, oxygen still flowing through the tube in my nose.The tears came out on their own. I wasn't crying. I was just shedding tears. One, two, three. Falling onto the pillow, dampening the cold white hospital pillowcase.I was only twenty-two years old. I should be able to run, laugh, eat whatever I wanted without fear of my heart stopping. But here I was in the hospital, with wires on my chest, with medicine flowing through my blood, with a heart that was slowly breaking down.I had never been happy. I thought about it again. I really had never been happy.As a child at my uncle's house, I wasn't happy. Every day I was insulted, every day locked up, every day reminded that I was a burden, that I was useless, that no one wanted to take care of