Todos los capítulos de The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

The heavy leather strap cut through the air, hitting my back with a sickening crack that made my vision turn pure white.I fell to my knees on the cold floor, screaming as the metal buckle tore into my shoulders. Pain bloomed across my soft skin, sharp and blinding."You selfish, useless fat pig" Father yelled, bringing the belt down on my thighs again and again. "You think you are better than us? You think you get to go off to college while we starve?""Father, please" I sobbed, shielding my head with my arms as the leather bit into my back. "Stop! Please""You are going to that club," he snarled, grabbing my hair and dragging me across the floor toward the small utility room under the stairs. "You are worthless anyway. Nobody else would ever want a girl built like a house"He shoved me inside the dark room, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The lock clicked loudly from the outside."Stay in there and think about what you owe this family," Father spat through the wood.I curled in

I stared up at him from the cold floor, my mind completely numb. This could not be happening. The man looking down at me in an expensive dark suit, radiating pure danger, was Liam. The same gentle, sweet guy who used to carry my books in high school. The boy who brought me soup when I was sick, who held my hand softly under the porch light, and who I left broken and waiting at the church altar four years ago."I said get out," his cold voice echoed through the dim room.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Terrified that he was talking to me, I scrambled back onto my bare knees, trying to stand up and run down the dark hallway."Not you, dumb ass," he barked, his sharp tone cutting through the air like a whip. "The rest of you, get out"The remaining guards, girls, and wealthy guests did not wait for a second warning. They practically tripped over themselves in a desperate rush to leave the lounge, slamming doors behind them until the massive room fell into absolute

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a clean white handkerchief, and wiped himself off. He tucked everything away and zipped up.Lorenzo bent down, gripped both of my shoulders hard, and forced me to look up at him. His eyes were cold again."Listen carefully," he said. "Mrs Moretti is here. She does not like fat bitches in her house. Keep your mouth shut, stay out of her way, and do not make her notice you. If you cause a problem, I will not protect you. Understand?"I nodded, still on my knees, the mess cooling on my skin."Good," he said. "Now stand up and clean yourself. We are going to meet her."My hands trembled as I used a damp cloth from the bathroom sink to wipe my face and neck. Every movement made the my shoulders throb in horror, I pulled my oversized shirt down as far as it would go, but there was no hiding what I was. I felt cheap, dirty, and utterly fat."Hurry up," Lorenzo barked from the doorway, leaning agains

I stood in the doorway holding the black box long after the guard left. The silk ribbon felt soft under my fingers, almost too nice for whatever waited inside. My foot throbbed with every small shift of weight. The purple swelling had already started to darken around my toes.I carried the box to the narrow bed and set it down. The lid lifted with a quiet creak. Inside lay a short black dress. Thin straps. Soft fabric that clung when I touched it. It covered more than the strings from the club, but not by much. The neckline dipped low. The hem would sit high on my thighs.My stomach turned.I limped into the small bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water hit my skin and made every bruise sting. I washed carefully around the marks on my wrist and the swollen foot. Soap ran pink over the raw places where Camila’s nails had broken skin. I stayed under the spray longer than I needed, letting the heat loosen the tight knots in my shoulders.Oh God,