Todos los capítulos de My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

A few minutes later, I step out from behind the curtain. Every step feels like walking through quicksand.I try my hardest to hide the lingering fear and chaos swirling inside me, the taste of Luca still on my lips, the hidden marks burning under my clothes and makeup, the traitorous heat that refuses to fade from my body.I step into the main fitting area.Luca is already back on the sofa.His expression is perfectly calm. Cold, as he sprawled casually in the velvet chair like he didn’t just corner me, kiss me senseless, and leave me aching and terrified.His face is completely blank, almost bored, as if the last five minutes never happened.But when our eyes meet for one brief, electric second, my stomach flips violently.His gaze holds a dark, possessive promise that makes my thighs clench involuntarily."You look stunning, Bianca," Marco says as I step onto the platform. His genuine smile twists the knife of guilt even deeper in my chest.I force a small, shaky smile in return."T

I stare.Unable to move.A diamond ring. Large. Elegant. Glittering under the soft restaurant lights. I hold it up between my fingers, completely stunned. My mind goes blank; I don't know what to say."Marco..."He doesn't answer; instead, he stands, and the world seems to slow.Flash!A camera flash explodes on my face. Then another. And another.Paparazzi.Marco walks around the table and lowers himself onto one knee on the polished floor, his eyes locked on mine with a dangerous intensity.My heart stops.He takes the ring from my trembling fingers."Bianca."His voice is steady. "I know this marriage started as an agreement."The cameras continue flashing."But I also know agreements don't build a life. I want this marriage to work." My eyes burn as I hold his gaze."I want a wife who chooses to stand beside me. Not because she has to. Because she wants to. Not just reclaim your father’s empire, I want us. A future. A family, if you’ll have me. I want you as my wife, Bianca. Not b

"L-Luca…" Luca is sitting on the sofa like he belongs there. Calmly, one ankle resting over his knee, arms spread along the back of the cushions like he owns the space. The light across his face sharpens every hard line. His gray eyes lift toward me, and a slow smile appears. "I saw the news," he says, his voice low and almost conversational. "Congratulations, sister-in-law." My heart lurches violently. "T-thank you." He stands slowly. The movement is deliberate and predatory. I stumble back a step without thinking. "You must be very happy, huh?" he asks, stepping toward me. "Yes," I force out, my voice thinner than I want. "I am. Very." My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. Luca’s lips curl into a dark, knowing smirk as he continues approaching. I step backward with every one of his advances until my spine hits the closed door. The wood is cool against my exposed back. He takes another step, but there is nowhere left to go. He stops right in front of me,

I swallow dryly, my heart pounding in my ears as I look at Francesca, waiting for what she'll say next.I wonder if it will be my doom or the beginning of something I never saw coming."Luca couldn't move on after her death." She looks away for a brief moment. "Two years ago, I met a young woman named Gemma. Gemma looked exactly like Simona. May God continue to bless that poor girl's soul."A sad smile crosses Francesca's face, and something twists painfully inside my chest."I introduced Gemma to Luca," Francesca says, folding the towel neatly. "I asked her to help him move forward."I blink.Not liking how this is going."They eventually started dating." She pauses again, and my heart starts to beat faster. "They became engaged three months ago," she says, and my blood drains so fast the room tilts for a moment. My fingers slowly curl into fists at my sides to steady myself.No!..."Luca has been living abroad ever since that incident, but thanks to Gemma… my son finally came home."

The living room feels strangely suffocating.Luca sits with Gemma pressed lightly against his side. Francesca settles beside her, already chatting with easy familiarity, laughing softly at something Gemma says.They discuss my wedding. Gemma's journey. Her engagement to Luca. The preparations for their wedding.They talk about everything.They look like the perfect mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.I sit alone on the opposite sofa like an outsider. Like I don't belong here. Like a fool.And Luca never looks away from me for long. Every time I glance up, his eyes are already on me.Dark, unreadable, and far too intense. The weight of his gaze makes my skin prickle. It is uncomfortable in a way that borders on unbearable.My fingers curl tightly into my dress, heart racing as I try to focus on anything other than Luca. But I can still feel his eyes on me.He hasn't stopped watching me.Eventually, I glance up.Our eyes meet, and my breath catches at the intensity in his icy eyes.It gi