All Chapters of The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marcelina's POV The moment the jet doors opened, a strange feeling settled in my chest.This was it.Italy.I stepped down slowly, one foot after the other, my movements careful... almost hesitant. The air wasn't cold, but I felt cold anyway. And without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself."It's just Italy" I told myself even as the words sounded pathetic to me. "There's nothing bad in trying somewhere new."The moment I lifted my eyes and took in my surroundings, I froze. Not because it was beautiful. But because the atmosphere felt... off.Too different.Five sleek, identical black cars were lined up neatly ahead, waiting.And the men...There were so many of them. Every single one dressed the same way—black suits, black ties, polished black shoes. Dark shades hid their eyes, and a thin wire ran from their ears, disappearing beneath their collars.They were tall, broad, intimidating, and looked... unreal. Like something straight out of a movie.My stomach coiled and a faint

Marcelina's POV My heart started pounding fast as silence crashed into the room again. It was heavy, suffocating, and I could barely think or breathe."You motherf—""I'd suggest you choose your next words very carefully, Marcelina," he said, cutting me off.The rest of the insult died in my throat as the warning settled over me. Not because I wanted to stop... but because something in his eyes told me it would be a bigger mistake if I didn't.Turning away from him, I dragged a hand through my hair and tried to steady myself, but it was useless. My thoughts were already spiraling.Marriage, honeymoon, my colleagues...God.I could already picture their faces. The whispers. The shock. The disbelief.They all knew me. They knew how I was—focused, uptight, always working, never dating. I barely even entertained conversations that weren't about work.And now suddenly, I was married?My superiors had to have been shocked, confused, or suspicious even. There was no way they weren't. They

Marcelina's POV "And who is she?" Her voice cut through the room like a blade, causing all eyes to turn towards the stairs.Including his.My chest tightened as I found myself under their full attention. Domenico. The older man—his father. And her.Especially her.Straightening slightly, I forced myself not to shrink under the weight of their stares. My fingers twitched at my sides, but I held my ground, lifting my chin just enough to keep from looking intimidated.My gaze flickered to Domenico, waiting, hoping—just a little—that he'd say something. Give me something: a signal, a word, anything.But he didn't.He just stared, unmoving.And then his eyes dropped slowly. From my face... down my bare legs... and up again, taking everything in. My breath hitched, barely noticeable, but I felt it.I could feel the others doing the same—sizing me up and judging. But unlike the men, she didn't hide it. The irritation was clear on her face, sharp and undisguised.And suddenly, I felt very un

Marcelina's POV I was halfway across the room when I remembered my phone.After everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, it hadn't even crossed my mind. And now, as I turned it on, I immediately froze when I saw the number of missed calls.Messages stacked on messages and notifications piled up like my phone had been fighting for its life. Corey was the number one, followed by Xavier and a few colleagues from the hospital—people I barely even talked to outside of work.My brows lifted slightly.Damn.This was the most attention my phone had ever gotten, and I was honestly surprised it hadn't exploded.I hesitated for a second before tapping Corey's name and calling her back. As expected, she picked up almost immediately."What the fuck happened?" Her voice was so loud that I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a second, wincing."Did he seize your phone or something? Because I am ready to get my ass down there and give him a piece of my mind. Now I'm regre

Domenico's POVBy the time Umberto pulled up in front of Il Ritrovo, the night was already in full swing.The place looked like any other old bar from the outside—dim lights, worn wood, and a sign that had survived more years than most of the men who walked through its doors. But Il Ritrovo wasn't just a bar. It had been there long before my father, long before most of the men inside it now. It had seen decades of deals, shifting power, and blood that never made it past its walls. To outsiders, it was just a place for drinks. To us, it was where Made men came when something needed to be said without being heard.Matteo stepped out first, followed by Dante—one of the few men I trusted to keep things steady in my absence. I stepped out after them without a word, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve as I headed for the entrance.Matteo pushed the heavy wooden door open, and the noise inside dropped almost instantly. The air had been thick with smoke and quiet chatter, but it all died the m