All Chapters of Bethroted To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

‎Alice’s POVI am about to step out of the car and head back inside when the storm suddenly erupts....violent, unforgiving, almost as if the sky itself is angry. The wind howls, rain lashes against the windshield, and within seconds, I’m forced to stay put.‎I sink back into my seat, wrapping my arms around myself.‎So this is it?‎This is where I’ll spend the night… or the day… or however long this storm decides to rage?‎A shaky breath escapes my lips.‎“Oh, Alice… what have you done to yourself…” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the storm.‎Between the exhaustion, the chaos of everything happening, and the thought of Evans probably trying to reach me, my eyes grow heavy. I fight it at first… but eventually, sleep drags me under.‎I wake up with a slight jerk.‎Silence.‎The storm is gone.‎Soft morning light filters through the window. Dawn. A brand-new day.‎For a moment, I just sit there, disoriented. Then reality crashes back in.‎My car. Yesterday. Everything.‎And today

‎Alice’s POV‎I wait at the filling station, my eyes constantly drifting to the entrance. Evans said he was coming to pick me up, and if I leave now, he might not be able to find me. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stay calm. Once he arrives, I’ll take him to the house where I’ve been staying, pack my things, and figure out what to do about my car.‎To pass time, I wander into the supermarket, absentmindedly browsing the shelves. My fingers trail over items I’m not even interested in, my thoughts elsewhere....until something outside catches my attention.‎A car.‎My breath catches.‎That car looks familiar… too familiar.‎I freeze, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. Slowly, I shift closer to the glass, peeking through and my stomach drops.‎It’s Victor’s car.‎I duck instantly, my pulse racing. What is he doing here? My mind spins. How does he know I’m here?‎Then another thought pushes in.‎Wait… why am I hiding?‎I did nothing wrong.‎Maybe he doesn’t even know I’m here

‎Alice’s POVEntering the hospital and seeing Victor’s grandfather was definitely not part of my plan for the day. And honestly, how dare he call me ugly? Yes, I know I wasn’t looking my best, but still....there are limits.‎But after Victor explained what was wrong with him, the irritation I felt slowly faded, replaced by something heavier… guilt. Heart cancer. Less than four months to live.‎My chest tightened as I glanced at Victor. He looked so… broken. Quiet, but not in a peaceful way....more like he was holding everything in, trying not to fall apart. In that moment, I felt sorry not just for his grandfather, but for him too.‎“you have me too,” I had said softly.‎The words slipped out before I could stop them.‎Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable. The air between us shifted....thick, tense, almost suffocating. It was like we both realized the weight of what I had just said but didn’t know what to do with it.‎Thank God the nurse walked in just then.‎I stepped outside, le

‎Alice's POV‎"Happy Birthday to my favorite person.‎Life is just better with you in it. Thank you for being my safe place, my laughter, and my constant. I’m so lucky to have you. Cheers to more memories together".‎I exhaled slowly after reading the message, my fingers still gripping my phone a little too tightly. I knew it was from Evans....but even then, my heart hadn’t settled. The nightmare still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off.‎Every year, this day fills me with excitement, with pure, effortless happiness. But this time… it felt different. Heavy. Uncertain. I still couldn’t believe that, in my dream, Evans had shot me. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I rubbed my arms as if to push the feeling away.‎A sudden burst of noise from outside pulled me out of my thoughts. Voices, movement, the clinking of utensils. I pushed myself off the bed, forcing my feet to move. Today was supposed to be important....one of the most important days of my life.‎As I st

‎Alice’s POV‎“Miss, your father is asking of you. The party is about to start.”‎The maid’s voice drifts in from outside my door, but I barely hear her. My mind is still tangled in the quiet, tense conversation Victor and Dad had earlier....the one they deliberately kept from me. Whatever it is, it’s important… important enough to shut me out.‎Fine.‎If they think I’ll just sit back and smile cluelessly, they’re wrong.‎I smooth my expression, forcing the anger down. I need to act normal… play along. That’s the only way I’ll find out what they’re hiding.‎“Miss?” the voice calls again, louder this time.‎“Okay, I’m coming,” I reply, my tone steady despite the storm inside me.‎I reluctantly get dressed, slipping into my outfit with slow, careful movements. I take my time with my makeup, blending every detail to perfection.... if I’m going to face a crowd, I’ll do it on my terms. When I finally stand before the mirror, I pause.‎For a moment, I just stare.‎Beautiful. Composed. Untou