Todos os capítulos de My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is In My Bed: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 108

Julian’s voice fills the room again, smoother now, closer, and intimate in a way that feels deliberately invasive, as if he knew exactly how the sound of him would land in an empty room."Bianca. I know you won’t believe me. You’ve already decided what I am. But I miss you."My fingers lock around the phone so hard the edges dig into my skin. The nerve of this bastard."How did everything turn into this?" he continues, soft, almost wounded. "One mistake. One night. And suddenly you were gone, sleeping under another man’s roof. Come back, and we can undo it. All of it. I was never going to kill you. Do you understand that? I only needed you frightened enough to listen. It was Elena. That bitch poisoned everything. She pushed herself into my bed, into my head, into decisions that were never supposed to be..." he trails off, and a sick heat crawls up my throat."Bianca, my love."The endearment lands like a hand on the back of my neck. "All I wanted was to make your father pay for the th

A broken sound catches in my throat."I want to see his face," I demand, my voice raw. "Wake him. I want to hear him."Julian’s face appears on the screen as he switches the camera toward himself. He looks almost amused by the urgency in me. Up close, he has changed. Sharper somehow. Leaner. The boyish ease I once knew is gone, replaced by something harder and more deliberate. I never got a proper look at him at the cathedral. Now I wish I still had not."Patience," he says. "First, you look at me.""Julian, please let me—""I said look at me, Bianca."There is something unsettlingly soft in his expression, as if this is a reunion instead of a hostage exchange. I nod and force myself to meet his eyes."I miss you," he says quietly. "More than I expected. More than I should have." I do not speak. I only watch him. He grins, then begins undoing the top buttons of his shirt without looking away from the camera. One. Then another. I frown, but still say nothing."Look."He parts the fabri

I do not answer Luca.The phone stays pressed to my ear, my lips sealed, my free hand still clenched at my side as his question hangs in the quiet between us, rough and accusing, and for several long seconds I give him nothing back.On the other end, his breathing changes."Bianca."I still say nothing. "I asked you a question."My throat tightens. The residual heat of Julian’s call is still under my skin, tangled with the image of my father in that chair and the unbearable thought of Luca with Gemma. Suddenly, speaking feels dangerous, and silence feels safer.He pushes again."Don’t play mute with me. Who made you cry?"I shut my eyes. When I finally speak, my voice comes out colder than I expect."Shouldn’t Mr Falcone be busy entertaining his fiancée?"The line goes quiet in a different way. Then I hear it. A low sound that is almost a smile. Almost amusement. It slides through the speaker and lands wrong in my chest."That’s none of your concern," he says.The tiny warmth is gone

Bianca:~~~An hour later, a soft knock sounds against my bedroom door. I hurry over and open it at once. The maid stands in the hallway with her eyes darting down the corridor, looking like an assassin on a mission, a small paper bag held close to her body."Madam," she whispers.I step aside just enough for her to pass the bag into my hand, then dismiss her with a nod. I wish I could give her something for her silence, but I have nothing to offer.She leaves at once.I close the door, lock it, and only then let myself look down at what I am holding, as my fingers tighten around the paper.I cross to the dresser, empty the bag, and stare at the sealed box for a long second before opening it. Inside is the tablet. Small. White. Ordinary enough to look harmless.It is not harmless. It's going to kill my baby… no. No! What the hell am I even thinking? I might not even get pregnant if I don't take the pill.I sit on the edge of the bed with it resting in my palm. Two days ago Luca was in