บททั้งหมดของ The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Domenico's POV For a second, I just looked at her.She was standing in the middle of my office like she had run straight through the house. Her breathing was uneven and her fingers were locked so tightly around her bag I could see the strain in her knuckles.There was still a trace of panic in her face, in the tightness around her mouth, in the way her eyes kept moving over me carefully, as if she was making sure I was actually standing there in one piece.That did something small and unwelcome to the center of my chest.And I didn't care for it.I couldn't remember the last time anyone had looked at me like that. Not out of fear. Not because they wanted something. But because they thought something might have happened to me.The thought sat there for half a second, enough to irritate me. So I shut it down immediately."And why would you think that?" I asked at last, my voice even. "Planning to make another run for it because you thought I was bleeding out?" The worry vanished from

Marcelina~The next morning, my mind kept drifting back to the day before.To how I ended up barging into Domenico's office after hearing a gunshot and thinking something terrible had happened to him.Even now, remembering the panic that had sent me rushing past the guards made my chest tighten.And then there was the ridiculous part.Him sitting behind his desk, calm and unhurt. By the time I left his office, I had a new phone, a black Amex, and a little more freedom than before—as long as Matteo and Umberto stayed with me.He still hadn't explained the gunshot.He hadn't explained what had happened between him and his father either.But something had definitely been wrong.And I know that now.At the time, I had been too focused on getting to Domenico to think clearly. But when I looked back on it, I remembered the way his father had glared at me when he walked out of that office.Cold. Hard. Like I had no business being there.And I couldn't blame him.If I were in his place, I wo

Marcelina~THREE WEEKS LATER•••Somewhere along the way, Nina had stopped feeling like a woman I met by chance at a lingerie store.She had become my friend.A real one.We went out often after that—coffee, lunch, shopping, spas, art galleries, crowded restaurants, and places I probably would never have entered on my own. We talked a lot too. About random things. About people. About places. About absolutely nothing.And somehow, it never felt forced.A week ago, I had also met her cousin, Valeria Moretti.Valeria was... a lot.Sharp-tongued, fearless, dramatic, and so quick with her words it was almost impossible to keep up. She reminded me a little of Corey. Sometimes she joined us. Other times she disappeared for days and returned like she had never left.Today, she was very much present.And apparently determined to drag me into chaos.My phone kept lighting up as I walked toward the dining room.Valeria: Don't be such a bore, Celina. Think of all the sexy ass and eight freaking pa

Marcelina~I walked out of the house fully dressed and still angry.It was the worst kind.The kind that sat quietly inside your chest and replayed every word over and over again._You can do whatever the fuck you want, spend my money_The audacity of him saying that still burned.Like everything I had built for myself before meeting him suddenly meant nothing. Like I was some woman living off his generosity.I tightened my grip on my bag and walked down the front steps. As usual, Umberto was already beside the car. He opened the back door and without a word, I slid inside.A second later, he shut the door and moved to the front passenger seat while Matteo pulled away from the estate.The city moved past the tinted windows while my thoughts stayed trapped back in that dining room._You owe me everything_ The words replayed in my head like they had rooted themselves there. And what irritated me most was not the arrogance behind them.It was the fact that some stupid part of me still wa

Marcelina~By the time we left the hospital, Valeria had already decided what all three of us were wearing. Apparently, according to her, strip clubs had a dress code."Hot," she had said simply. "The dress code is smoking hot." Valeria wore a tiny red dress that barely covered anything, paired with black heels sharp enough to kill someone. Nina went for black silk, low-cut at the front with an open back.And me?I was currently questioning every life decision that had brought me here.The black dress they picked for me was short. Extremely short. And tight enough to feel painted onto my skin.It was strapless with a corset-style lace design at the back, hugging every curve in a way that made me feel half naked. The only reason I agreed to leave the mall in it was because I wore a black fur coat over it.A very thick fur coat.One I was currently gripping tightly to myself as we stepped out of the car.Music vibrated through the ground immediately.The entrance alone screamed money a