The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Marcelina's POVBy the time I reached the dining room, I slowed. The room was already set. Only this time, it wasn't empty. I could hear voices from inside."And where is she?" I recognized the voice immediately.His mother.There was no warmth in it, no patience either. Just expectation, edged with irritation. I stilled just outside the door, my fingers tightening slightly at my sides."She's keeping us waiting now?" she continued, her tone sharpening. "This is unbelievable."A brief silence followed.Then Domenico's voice came through—calm, measured, and almost bored."She can take all the time she needs." On hearing that, I furrowed my brows.Was he... defending me? Or was this just another part of whatever role he was playing? He hadn't sounded irritated. Or even slightly concerned about what his mother had said. If anything, he sounded indifferent. Like it wasn't even a discussion worth having.Like he was on my side.I quickly doubted it because it didn't make sense. "And was

Marcelina's POV I blinked.My smile faltered and for a second, I wasn't sure I had heard her right."Excuse me?" I asked, before I could stop myself."You're excused alright," she said, her expression hardening. "You can as well undo whatever you did to my son."Undo whatever I did to her son?Something rose heavily in my chest and before I could open my mouth to respond, Domenico spoke first."That's enough." His mother turned to him, clearly unimpressed. "I am speaking to the girl," "The girl in question is my wife," he replied, just as calmly. "And I will not have you speak to her in such a manner.""We do not know her." She replied, her voice sharp and apologetic, "She may be your wife, but she's nothing to us,"At the sound of that, my chest tightened.Not that I expected warmth from them. But this—This was something else entirely. I felt it settle in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable, but I didn't let it show even as her words pierced deeper."You can decide whatever you want

Marcelina's POVAt the back section of the store, I stopped in front of a row of... things. I wasn't even sure what half of them were supposed to be called.Lingerie.That much I knew.But this?This was something else entirely.I reached out slowly, brushing my fingers against a piece that looked more like decoration than actual clothing. It was a matching set—soft fabric, thin straps, lace that barely seemed to hold anything together. There were small clips hanging from the bottom, connected to even thinner straps.I frowned slightly, lifting it just a little.What was this supposed to do?Hold something? Attach to something? Why were there so many strings?And how did anyone wear this comfortably?My brows pulled together as I studied it like it was a medical case. There was no way this stayed in place. No way. And if it did, it had to be incredibly uncomfortable.I turned it slightly, inspecting it like I expected it to explain itself.So women actually wore this? Voluntarily?For

Domenico's POVFor a few minutes, there was nothing.No trace, no sighting, no fucking progress. Every call that came in sounded the same. And I was running out of patience.My phone stayed in my hand the entire time, useless too. I hadn't given her the phone I prepared and I hadn't given her the black Amex either. Now she was missing.And I couldn't reach her.That thought alone made my jaw tighten hard enough to hurt.The men who had taken her to the store were in front of me earlier. Now they were on the floor. Or whatever the fuck was left of them.My knuckles were split open with blood drying across my hands, but I didn't feel it. I barely felt anything except the rage burning through me and the need to destroy something else.The store she went into had cameras. That was the only reason I hadn't burned the place down yet. But even that was useless because they were under maintenance.I really should've inserted a fucking tracker in her flesh. I was fooled by the false sense of s

Marcelina's POV Three days had passed since the bakery.And in those three days, I had done a lot of thinking.Lucia had also become impossible to miss.She was around more than usual now. Not in an obvious way, but enough for me to notice. If I came downstairs, she would appear. If I stepped outside for fresh air, she was never too far away. If I lingered too long anywhere, she somehow found a reason to pass by.She was being attentive and I knew exactly what it was.Domenico, on the other hand, hadn't said a word, but he had clearly made sure I wouldn't run off again.I understood that much—though, even without it, the thought of trying hadn't crossed my mind. Not after what I had seen that day.The drive back to the estate had ended in uncomfortable silence. After the last thing I said in the car, Domenico didn't speak again. Neither did I.At one point, I found myself stealing a glance at him, wondering what he was thinking. His face had given me nothing. Just the same hard expr