All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The next day, I arrived at the hospital. Thoughts about Luca and his father were still tormenting me, but I had to keep my concentration on my work. I breathed deeply, put on my white doctor's coat and entered the emergency room.That day was very busy. Patients kept arriving: children with high fevers, elderly people with heart attacks, victims of traffic accidents. I worked without rest, moving from one patient to another, trying to ignore the worry that kept circling in my mind.But amid so much bustle, one patient made me stop. A man came in with a gunshot wound to the shoulder. The bullet had missed the main target, it had only reached the shoulder muscle without touching vital organs. I examined him immediately, cleaned the wound and prepared the sutures.The man kept looking at me. His eyes followed every one of my movements, and a slight smile was drawn on his lips. I felt his intense gaze, but I tried to ignore it. I had to concentrate on his wound."You are a very beautiful

The plane landed at the airport in Palermo, Sicily, with clear weather and a clean blue sky. I got off the plane with mixed feelings. There was excitement at the thought of seeing Luca again soon, but also worry because I did not know what awaited me there. I clutched my small bag against my chest, feeling my mother's necklace warm over my heart, and walked toward the arrivals area.I looked for Luca's face among the crowd. And then I saw him. He was by the exit door, wearing an impeccable white shirt and black trousers. His hair was a little longer than I remembered, and his smile was as warm as always. But that smile faded as soon as I noticed that there was someone beside him.A woman was standing next to Luca, very close to him. She was tall, slender, with long blonde hair falling elegantly, and a red dress that made her stand out. Serafina, Luca's ex-girlfriend.I stopped mid-step, feeling a knot in my chest. Luca had not told me that Serafina would be there. He had not told me t

I looked at Luca with eyes still wet from tears. The question escaped my lips without me being able to hold it back any longer. I had endured this pain for too long, and now I wanted an answer. I wanted to know if all this effort had been in vain.“Are you going to divorce me?”Luca did not answer. He just stood there, looking at me with his dark, unreadable eyes. The sea wind stirred his hair, making him look like a marble statue, cold and unreachable.“Luca, answer me! I have the right to know! We’ve been married for almost two years, and I’ve never known what’s really in your heart. I know I’m not a perfect wife. I know I’m stubborn, that I make you jealous, that sometimes I don’t value everything you’ve done for me. But I also know that I love you. I truly love you.”I took a step forward, looking him directly in the eyes.“You know? All this time, I always felt like I was a burden to you. I felt that I was only the payment of a debt, that I was only an obligation you had to endur

After finishing the shower and putting on dry, warm clothes, I felt like a new person. The hot water had dissipated the cold and the tension from my body. Luca hugged me tightly, and we lay on the bed for a while, enjoying the silence and the intimacy we had just recovered.“This is the first time I’ve felt truly happy since we left Mexico.”“Me too,” Luca said, taking my hand and squeezing it tightly.“But we still have many problems, Luca. Your father, Serafina, your business…”Luca sighed.“I know. But I’m not going to let them destroy us. I promise you.”We lay there for a while, feeling each other’s heat. Then, Luca suddenly sat up and looked at me with a smile on his face.“Let’s go have dinner. I’m hungry and I want to show everyone that you’re my wife.”I smiled, feeling the same enthusiasm.“I’m hungry too, but not only for food.”Luca laughed.“Later, darling.”We walked toward the dining room. The servants had prepared a luxurious table with delicious Italian food. At one e

That day I began working at that small hospital. Even though I had already promised Luca that I would leave my career in the United States, I couldn’t hold back when I saw the patients arriving with faces full of hope, when I saw the medical equipment so worn that it was almost useless. It broke my heart. I had to do something.I changed into a white coat they lent me at the hospital. It was worn, with stains that were hard to remove, but for me it was a uniform of pride. The young doctor who had received me, Dr. Marco, smiled when he saw me ready to work.“We’re very grateful for your help, Dr. Camila,” he said in Italian, which I understood only halfway.I answered him in English, and he made the effort to understand me.“I’ll do what I can, but I still struggle with Italian. I can only examine the patients; I can’t prescribe medications because the rules here may be different.”“It doesn’t matter. We’ll help you with the language. The important thing is that you’re here.”I began t