Semua Bab Sold to the Mafia king: The De Luca Bride : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Sophia POVSleep never came.Every time I closed my eyes I saw Antonio's coffin disappearing beneath the earth, and then the image changed and I was back inside the church, surrounded by gunfire while strangers screamed and ran for their lives, and before I could wake myself from the nightmare, another face appeared, the man standing beneath the cypress trees, watching my uncle's funeral as though he'd been waiting for something, staring at me without moving.I opened my eyes with a sharp breath.Morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long golden streaks across the unfamiliar bedroom, and for a few moments I simply lay there, trying to remember where I was, before reality settled over me like a weight.The De Luca mansion. My prison.I pushed the blanket aside and walked to the window. The estate stretched farther than I'd noticed the day before, perfectly trimmed gardens surrounding the mansion, fountains sparkling beneath the morning sun, and beyond them tower

Sophia's POVI had spent less than a week inside the De Luca mansion, but I had already learned one important lesson.People talked far more when they thought you weren't listening.After what had happened in the gallery the previous day, I stopped asking questions. Gilbert clearly had no intention of telling me the truth about my mother, and judging from the look on Luca's face, even he didn't know everything.If I wanted answers, I would have to find them myself.The morning was unusually quiet as I walked through the mansion. The servants moved from room to room carrying trays of breakfast and fresh flowers while the guards remained at their usual posts. Everyone seemed busy, yet every pair of eyes followed me the moment I passed.Being Mrs. De Luca had earned me respect on paper.It certainly hadn't earned me acceptance.I wandered into the back garden, hoping the fresh air would clear my thoughts. The estate was enormous. There were stone walkways lined with roses, marble fountai

Sophia's POVI remained where I was long after Elena walked away.The entrance hall had returned to its usual silence, but the tension she left behind still lingered in the air. The servants slowly returned to their duties, pretending they hadn't witnessed a single moment of what had just happened. It amazed me how quickly people inside the De Luca mansion learned to act as though nothing had occurred.I couldn't do the same.I looked down at the wedding ring on my finger before letting out a quiet sigh."So that was Elena Marino."Vincent stopped beside me."I'm afraid your introduction to her wasn't exactly pleasant.""I've had worse."He smiled faintly."I believe you."I folded my arms and leaned against the marble staircase."Was she really engaged to Luca?"Vincent hesitated just long enough for me to notice."There was an understanding between their families.""That's not what I asked."He looked at me with the same calm expression he always wore."No, it isn't."His answer mad

"Turn around," I said, before Rosa had even finished the sentence. "Now. Please, turn the car around."The driver glanced at me in the mirror, then at the guard beside him, and something passed between them before the car swerved into a U-turn that pressed me hard against the door. I didn't care. My hands were shaking around my phone, around the letter still folded in my lap, and all I could think was that I had left Rosa and Matteo alone in that house less than an hour ago.I read my father's words again as the city blurred past the window. Someone has been watching this family for a long time. I had thought, foolishly, that the sentence belonged to the past. Now it felt like it was happening right now, in real time, close enough to touch. Someone had gone into Rosa's house and taken the one thing that proved my father had known something worth hiding. That wasn't a coincidence. That was someone else looking for the same truth I was.By the time we pulled into Rosa's driveway, my hea

Two days had passed since the charity lunch at the mansion. Everything was really quiet now. The servants weren't talking about it much. The newspapers had found something else to write about that didn't involve me. For the first time in a long time I could walk around the house without feeling like everyone was watching me.My mind kept going to what happened in that hallway. I thought about Luca’s voice being so sure of himself in the dark. I told myself it didn't mean anything that I still thought of him. I thought that just because he did one thing it didn't change who he was.. I knew that wasn't true. I couldn't think of him the way I did a week ago.I didn't like thinking about it. I liked it less because I couldn't stop thinking about it.It started raining that afternoon. The kind of rain that makes it hard to see out the window and makes the house feel even smaller. I got bored with my room after a while. I didn't want to look at the walls. I wasn't even reading my book. So I