All Chapters of BLOOD AND VOWS: THE MAFIA WRONG BRIDE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CHAPTER 142SAFECHIARAThe library windows stood open, allowing a soft breeze to drift through the shelves. Somewhere outside, birds settled among the trees surrounding the estate, their songs blending with the quiet rustle of turning pages. I sat on one of the long sofas near the fireplace with a novel resting comfortably in my lap. Across the room, Lucien occupied his usual desk. He had made a desk here a long time ago but rarely used it. But due to some urgent matters he never explained, he started using it whenever I was here and he wanted to work. Stacks of documents surrounded him, along with several neatly organized folders. Every few minutes another file appeared, delivered by one of the staff, signed without hesitation before disappearing again. Neither of us spoke. The silence no longer felt uncomfortable. That realization should have unsettled me. Instead, I was completely unfazed by it.The grandfather clock in the corner announced another hour. Still, nothing happened.

CHAPTER 144MIRRORS CHIARA I had never owned a room with this many mirrors. The bedroom alone had three. One stood beside the wardrobe, tall enough to reflect a person from head to toe. Another hung above the dressing table, framed in carved walnut polished so perfectly it gleamed in the morning light. The largest occupied nearly an entire section of the wall opposite the bed, stretching from floor to ceiling. And of course, one in the bathroom.When I first arrived at the Moretti estate, I had avoided looking at any of them. Partly because I hadn’t wanted to see the frightened girl staring back at me and partly because every reflection reminded me that I was wearing another woman’s name. Months later, I still found myself looking away more often than not.That morning was no different. A soft knock interrupted the quiet. “Come in.”Two maids entered carrying garment bags and neatly folded boxes. “Good morning, Madam.”“Good morning.”One of them smiled warmly. “Don Moretti asked th

CHAPTER 146THE SHADOW BESIDE HERCHIARA The moment Valentina walked into the room, something inside me folded in on itself. It happened so quickly I barely noticed it. One second, I had been standing beside Lucien, listening to the soft murmur of conversations and the distant notes of the string quartet. The next second, I was fourteen years old again. Standing behind my sister, waiting for someone to remember I existed.The room hadn’t changed. The guests hadn’t suddenly abandoned me. No one had whispered cruel things or pointed accusing fingers at me. Nothing had actually happened. Except that Valentina had arrived. And somehow, that had always been the reason.My eyes followed her almost against my will. She smiled with the same effortless confidence I remembered from childhood. Bright, Warm, Radiant. People naturally drifted toward her as though pulled by an invisible thread. They laughed before she’d even finished speaking. They leaned closer when she talked. She filled every s

CHAPTER 148THE MEETINGCHIARA Lucien was already dressed when I came downstairs. His jacket rested perfectly across his shoulders, his tie neatly fastened, and a leather folder sat beside his untouched cup of coffee. Marco and Matteo were waiting near the entrance, speaking quietly between themselves. Something important was happening. I slowed my steps, intending to head toward the library instead. Lucien noticed me immediately.“Good morning.”“Good morning.”He picked up the folder. “I’m leaving for a meeting.”“Oh, well then, I’ll stay out of your way.”I had barely turned when his voice stopped me. “Come with me.”I looked back. “What…Me?”“Yes.”“I don’t think I should. I don’t even know what to do.”“You’ll only be listening.”I frowned. “I don’t know anything about business.”“I’m well aware.” His expression remained calm. “You don’t have to speak.”I glanced uncertainly toward Marco. He didn’t object, neither did Matteo, the guy I had just recently become familiar with..“I

CHAPTER 150COMFORTLUCIEN Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my study, casting long rectangles of light across the polished wooden floor. A fresh pot of coffee sat untouched on the side table while neatly arranged files waited on my desk. I was already reading the first report when the door opened. Marco entered first, Matteo followed a step behind, carrying another stack of folders beneath one arm.“Morning,” Marco said. I acknowledged him with a brief nod. Matteo placed the folders on my desk.“The latest reports.” I closed the file in front of me.“We’ll start with those.” Before either man could continue, movement outside the open doorway caught my attention. Chiara. A book rested against her chest as she walked slowly down the corridor toward the library. She stopped when she noticed us. “I didn’t know you were busy.”“We’re starting now.”“Oh.”She smiled apologetically. “I’ll come back later.”Without thinking, I spoke. “Bellissima.”She paused. “Yes?”“Stay.” He