All Chapters of I Transmigrated Into the Mafia Don’s Doomed Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Alessandria's POV The clock on the wall said eleven forty-seven, and Alessandria Rinaldi was still typing.Her back hurt from sitting too long in a chair that was never made for long nights. Her eyes were dry and sore from staring at the same numbers on the same screen. Her stomach made a small, sad sound because she had forgotten to eat dinner again, and the only thing in her fridge was half a bottle of water and a lemon that had seen better days.The apartment was small. One room for sleeping, one room for living, and a tiny kitchen that was really just a corner with a stove. The walls were thin, so she could hear the neighbors fighting in the flat above her, and the pipes made a knocking sound every time someone ran the water. She had lived here for three years, and she still had not hung a single picture on the wall. There was no point. She was never home long enough to look at them.Outside, the wind was loud. Rain hit the window in hard, angry sheets, and every few minutes the

Alessandria's POVThe car was black and long and quiet, and there was a glass wall between the back seat and the driver, which meant that no one could hear her if she screamed.Alessandria pressed her back against the door and folded her hands in her lap and looked at everything except the man sitting beside her. The city outside the window was dark and wet from the storm that had followed her from her old life. The buildings were old and tall, with statues on the roofs and yellow lights in the windows, and the streets were narrow and shiny with rain. It looked like a real place. It felt like a real place. The leather under her legs was real. The cold glass against her shoulder was real. The smell of his cologne in the small space was real and it was making her head spin.She pinched her arm. It hurt. She pinched it again, harder. It hurt more.“Stop that.”His voice was low and rough, and it made her stomach flip in a way she did not like. She looked at him and found him watching her

Tiziano's POVTiziano sat at his desk with papers in front of him and a pen in his hand, but he was not working.He had not worked in three hours. The papers were the same papers he had brought in that morning, and the pen was the same pen he had picked up and put down a hundred times. The coffee in the cup beside him had gone cold. The fire in the fireplace had burned down to nothing. He had not noticed any of it.All he could do was listen.She was in her room. She was walking around. He could hear her footsteps on the floor above him, soft and slow, back and forth, back and forth. And under the footsteps, he could hear her voice.She was saying: This room is too big. Why is this room so big? There are so many places to hide. But there are no places to escape. The windows are locked. The door is locked. I am trapped. I am trapped in a beautiful prison with a beautiful monster. And I do not know if I want to escape anymore.Tiziano closed his eyes.He did not want to hear that last p