Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

I gripped the edge of the sink.Blood ruined my nightgown.I was poisoned.This wasn't morning sickness. This was a targeted strike.I was five weeks pregnant with the Falcone twins.If Roman or Dante found out I was bleeding, they would lock me in a medical wing forever.I had to hide the evidence.I stripped off the stained silk.I rolled it into a tight ball and shoved it to the very bottom of the laundry bin.I threw on a dark satin robe and tied it tight.No one could know.I needed something to settle my stomach.I had to get down to the kitchen before anyone noticed I was awake.The smell of grease and hot garlic hit me the moment I pushed open the kitchen door.My stomach violently rebelled.I forced myself to walk straight, keeping my face blank.Elena stood by the stove, stirring a large pot of boiling sauce.She turned and froze when she saw me."Cora," she said, her eyes narrowing. "You look like a corpse.""I'm fine, Elena," I said.I pulled out a heavy wooden chair and s

I grabbed the heavy glass bottle of lavender oil from my vanity.I splashed the floral liquid over my neck, collarbone, and wrists.The strong, overwhelming scent filled the air, completely burying the smell of Rocco's sandalwood.I threw the bottle back onto the tray just as the lock on my bedroom door clicked.The door swung open with a heavy thud.Roman stepped into the room first, his posture rigid and his face completely unreadable.Dante followed closely behind him.Between them stood Dr. Tanaka, pushing a silver mobile biometric tray filled with sterile instruments."What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, crossing my arms and forcing an arrogant glare."There was an unauthorized access log on the central server last night," Roman said, his voice flat."And that gives you the right to break into my private quarters at dawn?" I snapped."The breach happened from this wing, Cora," Dante said, stepping forward. "We are running a biological sweep."Dr. Tanaka picked up a sterile

The secret panel behind the wardrobe slid open without a sound.Rocco stepped out of the dark space and into the dim red glow of my bedroom.He wore his heavy black tactical gear, smelling of rain and gun oil.I sat up in bed, pulling my black satin robe around my shoulders.My heart started beating too fast."You shouldn't be here," I whispered."Dante is still running active sweeps in the lower hall," I added, keeping my voice low.Rocco shut the panel with a quiet click."Dante is an amateur," Rocco said coldly.He walked toward my bed, his movements completely silent."He relies too much on the digital sensors," Rocco added, walking to my bedside."I built this entire network ten years ago," he said."You programmed the blind spots?" I asked."I did," Rocco said, standing over me."And I know exactly which ventilation shafts they don't monitor," he added.He looked down at me, his eyes dark and empty."How is your stomach?" he asked."The cramping stopped," I said, touching my abd

Midnight.A muffled gunshot echoed from the basement.The heavy sound vibrated through the concrete floors of my bedroom.I sat up instantly, clutching the heavy blanket to my chest.A second later, another sharp crack followed."Marco Vitale," I whispered to myself, my hand automatically dropping to my stomach.My abdomen was still highly sensitive after the digitoxin, but the sharp cramps had stopped.I looked toward my mahogany vanity.I had to be certain the hidden compartment behind the headboard was secure.The fake Canadian passports and Rocco's Stamford blueprints were safe inside the wood.If anyone found them, my escape was over.A sudden, loud scrape sounded at my bedroom door.The heavy lock clicked, and the door was thrown open.Roman stepped into the dim room, his massive frame blocking the light from the hallway.His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, heavily stained with fresh, wet red blood.The sharp, metallic smell of copper filled the air immediately.He was

The pale morning light fought its way through the narrow gaps in my steel shutters.I sat at my mahogany desk, my eyes fixed on my phone.The anonymous text message was still glowing on the glass screen."Marco was only the warm-up," I read silently."Your husband will be dead before dawn," the second line added.The threat was active, and the sun was already rising over the estate.The heavy lock on my bedroom door clicked loudly.The door swung open, and Roman stepped into the room.He had showered, but his gunmetal eyes were bloodshot and dark with fatigue.He didn't wear his tactical armor, only a clean black shirt and his leather holster."You are awake," Roman noted, his voice deep and raspy."I didn't sleep," I said, standing up from my chair.I picked up the phone and walked straight toward him."You need to see this," I said, handing him the device.Roman took the phone, his brow furrowing as he read the glowing screen."Where did this come from?" Roman demanded, his jaw lock