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94. Don’t Kill Me
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 284. Born with It
Suzi stared at the closed door for a long time after Max left.He acted like he trusted her to come downstairs. Like he believed she might actually say yes.Her chest ached with something unfamiliar.She sat on the edge of her bed and buried her face in her hands. Her fingers were cold. Her legs didn’t want to move. But her heart…that traitorous, desperate little thing was fluttering like it might lift her clean off the floor.Ugh!She got up slowly and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a little frizzy. The birthmark, as always, painted a deep flush across half her face.Her shirt was clean, at least, but everything about her felt wrong and did not fit to go out.She pressed her fingertips to the glass.What was she doing? Why did she agree to this? Come to think of it, she didn’t verbally say yes, so she could still say no if she wanted to. Maybe she should…She didn’t hear the knock at first.“Suzi?” Her mother’s voice came softly from the other side.Suzi jerked her hea
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 283. Come Out
Max had tried to see her three times that week since their engagement. But Suzi managed to stay hidden.Once, he had shown up at the front door with tickets to a local garden exhibit. He thought she might like it. It was something quiet, floral, and peaceful. A way to slip out of the heavy house and just breathe.Irina answered the door that time. Her eyes kind, but her voice apologetic.“She’s not feeling well today,” she’d said, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her blouse. “A headache. Perhaps another day?”Another day never came.The second attempt had been more casual. He brought coffee. Two cups, still warm, from a little café he’d passed earlier. He knocked gently, this time on her bedroom door.It was Elizabeth who intercepted him in the hall.“She’s napping,” she said. “Long day of fittings. Sorry.”Max looked past her toward the door, unsure whether to believe it. But Elizabeth only offered a tight smile and added, “Try again later. Or, you know… write her a letter
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 282. She Said Yes
After her mother left, Suzi stayed curled on the floor long after the door clicked shut. The room had grown dim, but she hadn’t bothered to turn on a light. It was easier to sit in the dark and pretend she wasn’t trembling. Easier to imagine the whole night had never happened.But it had.Her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater, rubbing the fabric until it pilled under her touch. The air felt heavy, like it didn’t want to move around her. She couldn’t tell if she was cold or just hollow.Then came the knock.Soft. Hesitant.Her breath caught.“Suzi? It’s me. Max.”Max.She froze.He was outside her door. Why was he outside her door?“I didn’t mean to scare you earlier,” he said, voice low and deep. “I just… I want to talk to you.”Another silence. Then her body moved without consulting her brain. Bare feet across the wood floor. Fingers trembling on the lock. She cracked the door just enough to peek out.“Why?” she whispered, not trusting her voice to do more.“So I can ask you
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 281. Ask Her
Back in the dining room, the air had grown heavier.The champagne remained untouched. The roast had long since cooled. The weight of Max’s declaration still lingered like smoke.Rodrigo adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and cleared his throat loudly, trying to restore some semblance of control. “Apologies,” he said with a strained smile. “Susan is…you must forgive her lack of manners.”Valerie looked unimpressed. She set down her glass and folded her hands elegantly. “Is that what you call it?” she said. “Lack of manners?”“She fled in the middle of a formal conversation,” Rodrigo said. “It’s embarrassing. I assure you, Maxwell, she wasn’t rejecting you. She simply doesn’t know how to behave.”Max’s voice was low, steady. “She behaved just fine.”Daphne made a soft noise of agreement.Rodrigo chuckled awkwardly. “Of course, of course. But you can see why this isn’t… ideal. She is not fit to attend events with you or run your household. Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind and
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 280. His Choice
The plates had been cleared. The wine refilled. And despite the awkward current running under every smile, Rodrigo stood tall at the head of the table like a man who still thought he was in control.He lifted his champagne glass with flair. “To unity,” he declared, voice booming just slightly too loud. “To legacy. And to the future Mrs. Maxwell Costello, my daughter, Elizabeth.”Everyone paused mid-sip.Max didn’t stand.He didn’t smile either.Suzi was sitting smaller than ever, her shoulders curled in, her hands folded in her lap like she was praying not to exist.Max set his glass down gently.“Before we celebrate,” he said, his tone calm but slicing through the room like a blade, “I need to say something.”Antonio arched an eyebrow, and Valerie gave her son a measured glance.Max stood.He didn’t bother with theatrics. Just a slow inhale, then…“I’m not marrying Elizabeth.”Silence.“I’m sorry if that’s awkward,” Max added, scanning the table, “but I want to be clear. I won’t be m
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 279. Bring Her
The roast had gone cold by the time Rodrigo lifted his glass.“To new beginnings,” he said with forced enthusiasm. “And to the future union between our families.”Antonio nodded politely. Valerie smiled and clinked glasses with her son. Landon smirked behind his wine, and Daphne just watched it all like she was mentally noting who would survive if this dinner turned into a shootout.Max barely touched his plate.Across the table, Elizabeth looked pleased with herself. Her posture was perfect, her smile just shy of smug. “I assume you aren’t too thrilled about this arrangement,” she whispered to Max.Max raised an eyebrow. “Are you, Elizabeth?” he whispered back.Elizabeth shook her head. “It doesn’t matter what I think. Not when my father is a tyrant and my future husband is in the Mafia.”Max chuckled under his breath and looked around the table.There were six places set at the table. Six. No seventh chair. No forgotten plate. No one had even asked if they should wait for someone el
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