All Chapters of My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Reina appears at my side.She takes my bleeding hand with brisk efficiency, turning it under the light to examine the cut. Blood continues to well up and drip onto the dark counter."It's deep," she says quietly. "You need pressure on it."I barely hear her. The sting is sharp, but it feels almost distant compared to everything else swirling inside me, her earlier confession, the brutal truth about Luca, and the crushing weight of realizing I am nothing more than another disposable body he uses and discards."Bianca!"Luca’s voice cuts through the kitchen like a blade.The next second he is here."Move."One moment Reina is holding my hand, the next his arm cuts between us. He pushes her aside hard enough that she stumbles back a step, surprise flickering across her face before she catches herself.His eyes take in the blood first, then lift to my face. Something dark and volatile flashes across his expression. His fingers close around my wrist in a firm, unyielding grip and he drags

Marco guides me out of the kitchen with a steady hand at my back. We cross into the living room, the larger space feeling both open and strangely confining after the tension we just left behind.He steers me toward one of the sofas and waits until I sit before lowering himself beside me.The moment we settle, a maid appears with a first-aid kit already in hand, as if she had been waiting for instruction."Tend to her finger," Marco says quietly.The maid kneels in front of me and begins her work with practiced efficiency. Antiseptic stings sharply as she cleans the cut. I flinch, but Marco’s presence beside me keeps me still.She applies ointment, then carefully wraps the finger in clean gauze. Marco watches every movement in silence until the wound is bandaged.Throughout it all, Luca remains in the room. He stands near the far side, silent, his gaze occasionally drifting toward us. The weight of it presses against my skin even when I refuse to look at him.Then the sound of his phon

Bianca's POV.~~~I wake to soft light and the quiet weight of someone watching me.For a moment I do not know where I am. Then the familiar ceiling of my room comes into focus, and the scent of clean sheets settles around me. My bandaged finger throbs faintly. My body feels heavy, as if I have been pulled up from deep water.Marco is seated beside the bed.His injured arm rests carefully against his chest in the sling, but his posture is attentive. The moment my eyes open fully, relief flickers across his face before concern takes its place."You’re awake," he says quietly. "How do you feel?"I swallow, my throat dry."Tired. A little dizzy."He reaches for a glass of water on the nightstand and helps me sit up enough to drink. The movement makes my head swim, and I steady myself with my uninjured hand against the mattress."You collapsed," he continues, watching me closely. "One moment you were speaking, and the next you went limp. I brought you upstairs."The memory returns in frag

"Then tell me something else," Marco says quietly. "Does that mean you don’t want me touching you?"The question leaves me still. For a moment, I forget how to breathe."No," I say; the lie comes out too fast. Marco’s eyes narrow slightly."It is," he says, and my fingers curl against my dress as I look down. The material is soft beneath my fingertips, but all I can feel is the invisible weight of his question.Does that mean you don’t want me touching you? My stomach twists. "No," I repeat, softer this time. "It’s not that simple.""Then help me understand." Marco's voice remains calm, but I hear the strain beneath it.Marco has never been a man who needs to raise his voice to make himself heard. Even now, sitting in front of me with one arm trapped in a sling, he carries the same quiet authority that follows him everywhere.But there is something different in his expression tonight. Something vulnerable.He is not asking as a Don. He is asking as my husband.And somehow, that makes

"No," I say, shaking my head at Marco. "He didn’t." Marco’s gaze hardens with suspicion. His grip tightening around my arm. "Bianca. Tell me, if he forces himself on you, I will…" "He really didn’t." Marco stares at me, breathing slowly through his nose. "Then what did he do? Why are you scared of intimacy?" "He got handsy with me. He knew I was afraid, and he used it. He left something behind. A fear I never managed to shake." Marco’s grip loosens slightly, and I look down at his hand around my arm and force myself to continue. "He made me afraid of being touched. Afraid of what someone might want from me. Later, with Julian, I tried." My lips tremble. "I wanted to be normal. I tried. I really did. But I couldn’t..." I struggle to finish. The words feel humiliating even though Marco has not judged me. "I couldn’t let him touch me." "Sometimes, I think that’s why he cheated on me with my best friend." My voice wavers. "I’m sorry," I whisper. "I really wanted to make this m