All Chapters of The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marcelina's POVThe men looked at each other. Then one of them reached into his jacket and pulled out a phone. He tapped the screen once and after a few seconds, he held it out to me. "The boss will speak to you," Of course, he would.Without hesitation, I snatched the phone from his hand and put it to my ear. "Hello?" A brief pause followed.Then his voice came through the line, smooth and annoyingly calm."Lovely morning, Doc," "Don't 'lovely morning' me," I shot back, my grip on the phone tightening. "What the hell is wrong with you?" As expected, he didn't respond. Like he had all the time in the world to listen to me lose my mind."You have men stationed outside my apartment like I'm some sort of criminal" I continued. "And they won't let me leave. Do you know how fucking insane that is?""Perfectly,"The calmness of his answer made my eye twitch."You. Have. No. Right." I half-growled. "You can't decide to put someone under house arrest because they said no to you," A bea

Marcelina's POV I walked inside feeling like I was walking toward my own execution. Behind me, Corey slipped in quietly and gave me an encouraging look that didn't help at all."Please join hands." The judge said as she finished a short speech about legal union and responsibilities. I barely heard any of it because my mind felt numb. Every word felt distant, like someone else was hearing them. And now, my stomach churned at the thought of making physical contact with Mr. Vitali.As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he held out his hand.My brain screamed at me to refuse, to yank my hand back, to run—anything to avoid touching him. But my hand moved before I could think, like it had a will of its own. Slowly, cautiously, I placed my fingers against his.His grip was warm, firm, and terrifyingly steady. For someone who hasn't done this before, he looked calm. And that made my blood boil even more because unlike him, I was a nervous wreck.The Judge nodded. "Repeat after me." T

Marcelina's POV"I... um... Xavier..."Lord, I was short of words.On the other end of the line, Xavier chuckled softly. "Nice to know you still remember my voice. Lately, you seem to forget a lot of things,""What—" I frowned. "Why are you calling this early?" My mind immediately went to the hundred things he could be doing instead.Xavier Jenkins was a senior neurosurgeon. His mornings were usually packed tighter than an emergency room.At this hour, he could be in surgery. Or reviewing patient scans before a complicated operation. Or sitting through one of those endless departmental meetings the hospital loved to schedule.He could even be doing rounds, checking on post-op patients, and scaring the interns with his impossible standards.Calling me was definitely not on that list."Well," he said dryly, "because the two men outside your apartment won't let me get any closer." My stomach dropped."You're... outside?" "Right now," he confirmed. "Thought I'd stop by since you've app

Marcelina's POV My throat tightened.I hadn't even told Xavier yet. And now this.Of course, Domenico would choose to say it like that. Like it was nothing more than a fact written on paper.Xavier looked between the two of us now, confusion turning into something sharper. "You're joking." No one laughed.The silence stretched again and finally, Xavier stepped away from me."Marcelina," he said slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. "What the fuck did I just hear?"My throat tightened and I couldn't speak.Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly. "Marcelina?"I swallowed hard. I could feel Domenico watching me, waiting."Yes," I said quietly."Yes, what?" "We got married." The words tasted strange coming out of my mouth. Like they didn't belong to me. And as expected, Xavier let out a short, disbelieving laugh."This has to be some kind of joke." The silence stretched again as he looked back at me. "When?" "Yesterday,"The disbelief on his face deepened."Was a gun pointed at your head

Marcelina's POV I didn't remember falling asleep.One second, I had been sitting there—tense, stubbornly awake, and refusing to let myself relax. And the next... everything had gone quiet.When I opened my eyes, it took a moment for anything to make sense. Then I shifted slightly and felt a warm soft blanket draped over me.My brows pulled together as I glanced down, brushing my fingers against the fabric. It wasn't something I had put on myself. I would remember that.Which meant someone else had.I exhaled slowly and lifted my gaze upward only to land on the subtle stitching along the headrest in front of me.D.V.The initials were customized into every leather like a signature. And somehow, even something that small was enough to irritate me all over again.I dragged my eyes away from it and turned slightly toward where he had been sitting. And for a second, I just stared at the vacant seat, my brows drawing together.Where did he go?Not that it mattered, but the thought came uni