All Chapters of The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Settling into the top-floor lounge turned out to be surprisingly effortless. By the second day, the itchy red hives had faded completely from my throat and jawline, leaving my skin clear and pale once again. The guards brought up quiet, elaborate meals twice a day. Yet the vastness of the space felt strangely empty. I had assumed this room was Lorenzo's sanctuary, the one place he spent most of his late hours. Instead, he was a ghost. Days blurred together in silence, and with each passing evening, a quiet insecurity began to fester in my chest. I stared at the pristine sheets of the new bed, wondering if I had disgusted him during our night together, or if my clumsiness had ruined whatever impulse had drawn him to me in the first place.That quiet doubt was still humming in my mind late into the evening when the private elevator chimed.The heavy steel doors parted, and Lorenzo stepped out, carrying a tray covered with a cloth. He wore his dark shirt with the top buttons undone, his

Camila’s face turned into a hard, stone mask. The momentary shock on her features morphed into pure annoyance as she glared across the table at her husband."I had nothing to do with this, Lorenzo!" Camila snapped, slamming the tablet screen side down onto the tablecloth. "Stop looking at me like I am a criminal!""Do not lie to me!" Lorenzo roared, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.Marcus stepped forward, his eyes darting nervously toward me before returning to Lorenzo. "Don Moretti, with this article spreading across the blogs, our entire reputation is at stake. The media is going to feast on her if she ever sets foot outside this villa. Worse, your father might have already seen the headlines. Remember he had sworn he would kill Kate himself the second he lays eyes on her."Cold terror settled deep into my stomach. I backed away half a step, my knees shaking beneath my trousers. What headline? What could possibly be on that tablet? I had only seen Lorenzo’s father

~ Lorenzo ~ I watched in pure horror through the tablet screen as the sleek black sedan settled into the garage. The driver door opened, and my father's personal guard stepped out, straightening his suit jacket before opening the rear passenger door. My father stepped down from the car slowly. He smoothed his coat, adjusting his dark tie with a heavy, deliberate calm, and began to make his way toward the villa entrance. A sharp, violent throbbing pounded against my temples, doubling in pain until my vision blurred for a split second. I turned away from the screen, looking over at Arthur and Camila. They had both sat back down at the long dining table, casually picking up their silver forks as if nothing had happened. I turned to my left. "Marcus. Take Kate back to the lounge right now. Lock the door and stay with her. You do not come down or leave her side for any reason. Do you understand me?" "Got it, Don Moretti," Marcus whispered, taking Kate by the elbow and ushering her to

~ Kate ~Marcus and I froze near the heavy steel door, staring at Lorenzo’s father like the world had stopped spinning completely. Horror filled my chest, locking the air in my lungs as I realized the trap we had just walked into.Mr. Moretti tilted his head slightly to the right, his cold eyes scanning me from top to bottom. A slow sigh escaped his lips. "It seems the Lord must truly be with me today," he murmured, his voice horrifyingly calm.Behind us, muffled thuds and harsh grunts echoed from inside the elevator shaft as the elevator sped up toward the top floors as if someone was struggling violently inside.Marcus took a subtle half step back, shifting his weight toward the staircase entrance.Without a trace of rush or hesitation, Mr. Moretti reached inside his dark coat and pulled out a slick black handgun. He held it with practiced ease."I cannot believe my son turned into such an utter idiot for you," Mr. Moretti said, staring directly into my eyes. "A cheap, pathetic gold

~ Lorenzo ~The drive to the station was excruciatingly slow and quiet. I sat in the back of the cruiser, staring out the tinted window as my heart hammered against my ribs. I could not stop thinking about the worse. About Kate, She had completely passed out in my arms, her skin ghost-white, her body entirely limp.When we finally arrived, two officers escorted me down a dimly lit hallway into a cold interrogation room. A detective sat waiting at the far end of a metal table.After brief introductions, he leaned forward, opening a yellow folder. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Mr. Moretti. Who is Kate?""A guest," I said flatly, keeping my expression like stone."Why was she in your home?" the detective asked, tapping his pen. "Was she there willingly?""She was staying there," I replied adding slowly as my head continued to throb. "Willingly.""Then who shot her?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing. "Who walke