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The Mafia's Bride Chapter 66
Chapter 66AnnalisaHave you ever felt so scared to the extent where your body forgets how to breathe? Like your lungs are working, but the air just… doesn’t feel real? Your heart is racing, but instead of fight or flight, you’re just stuck—trapped in this endless loop of fear that refuses to let go?Yep, I just described how I felt. My arms wrapped around my knees, my body curled into itself, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t make myself small enough. I couldn’t disappear no matter how much I wanted to.The air in the warehouse was thick—gunpowder, blood, something metallic and bitter. Every sound was too loud. The distant sirens, the murmur of voices, the way my own pulse pounded against my skull. My eyes refused to focus, everything blurring together like a twisted nightmare.And Cristiano—I had watched him kill.Not just kill. ‘Slaughter.’His movements had been sharp, precise. No hesitation. No mercy. He had torn through Giovanni’s men like they were nothing, like their lives he
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Mafia's Bride Chapter 67
Chapter 67AnnalisaYou know that feeling… that feeling of wanting to crawl out of your own skin? That feeling that makes you want to genuinely peel it off and start over because no amount of scrubbing, no amount of soap, no amount of water will ever make you clean again?That was exactly how I felt.I was sitting on the edge of my queen size bed, wrapped in some ridiculous fluffy robe I've never worn before, while the female doctor kept insisting I had to get treated first. Stitches, antibiotics, something about blood loss. I wasn’t really listening.“I need to take a bath,” I said, my voice coming out barely more than a whisper despite all her professional advice.The doctor frowned. “Madam, you need medical attention—”“I NEED TO TAKE A BATH!” I snapped, gripping the arms of the chair so hard my nails dug into the expensive upholstery. My chest was heaving. My throat burned.The room fell into silence. Bree shot the doctor a look, something pleading, something desperate like a “giv
Last Updated : 2025-02-13The Mafia's Bride Chapter 68
Chapter 68 Cristiano Some sights are so heartbreaking, so devastating, that they knock the breath from the lungs—like an invisible hand reaching into the chest and squeezing tight.That was what it felt like when I saw Annalisa after the shootout.She was sitting at a corner, completely trembling in nothing but her nakedness, her flawless skin bruised with whip marks, and her face pale as death. But it was her eyes that did it. Those broken, empty eyes that looked at me like I was a stranger. Like she didn’t even recognize me anymore.I wanted to touch her. To pull her into my arms, hold her so tight that she would never slip away from me again. But when I reached out, she flinched.She fucking flinched at me.And that was all it took. All the rage, all the fire in my chest, all the ‘kill Giovanni with my bare hands’ energy I had been running on—it just died at that moment.I had lost her.Maybe not physically, but mentally? Emotionally? She was gone.And it was my fault.If I hadn’
Last Updated : 2025-02-14The Mafia's Bride Chapter 69
Chapter 69Annalisa I guess it’s true what they say—some wounds never heal. We just learn to live with the scars, pretending they don’t hurt.This quietness was the worst part. It stretched so long, suffocating, like I was at the point of being strangled to death. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns with my eyes. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Bree’s lap, comforted by the only person who made me feel safe in this nightmare that had become my new life. But now, Bree was gone.My room was too silent, except for the occasional creak of the wooden floors and the distant sound of birds outside. Grace had checked on me once, asking if I wanted breakfast. I didn't mean to, but I had snapped at her, told her I wasn’t hungry, didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to talk. I hated that she kept trying to be nice when all I wanted was to be left alone. But now, lying in bed with nothing to do, I realized I was wrong. I wished she hadn't left me alone l
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Mafia's Bride Chapter 70
Chapter 70CristianoThey say time heals all wounds, but whoever came up with that obviously never had to watch someone they love waste away right in front of them. If time was supposed to heal, then why did each passing day feel like I was losing her a little more?Annalisa wouldn’t talk to me. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t even look in my direction.It had gotten so bad that Bree and Grace tried luring her out, but she shut them down just as easily as she did me. She was locked away in that room, and no matter how much I wanted to break down the door, I knew I couldn’t force her.So, I tried patience. I even brought the therapist to her yesterday, hoping and even praying that she would just give it a chance. But she didn’t say a word. Not a single damn sound to the therapist throughout the session. And now, standing outside her door again, I was here knocking for what felt like the hundredth time even though I knew what the answer would be.But the knowledge didn't stop me, so I kn
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Mafia's Bride Chapter 71
Chapter 71AnnalisaI used to believe love could fix anything. Like, if you loved someone hard enough, deep enough, then the bad things—like the pain, the fear, the doubt wouldn’t matter anymore. That they would just…disappear. Like magic.But love doesn’t fix everything. At least for me.Love didn’t stop me from waking up every night in a cold sweat, my body locked in those stupid, suffocating memories that felt like a nightmare I couldn’t erase. It didn’t stop me from feeling like I was suffocating in my own skin every time I thought about the man I married.Love didn’t stop me from being scared of Cristiano. And God, I hated myself so much for that.So yeah, maybe that was why I finally did it. Why I finally told him what had been itching in my throat for the past few days. Because pretending wasn’t working anymore. I had come to realize that I didn't love Cristiano Morano. No, that was not a rash decision. Every minute I had spent alone in my room, I had questioned myself whether
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 72
Chapter 72CristianoOne thing I learnt in this Mafia world was that, there was this moment right before a bullet pierces flesh—just a fraction of a second—where everything slows down. Silence takes over the air. Your heart beats rapidly, like it knows what was coming but couldn't do anything about it.That was exactly what this moment felt like when it became clear to me that she didn’t love me.I let out a small laugh, one of those empty ones that came out when I didn’t know whether to scream or just collapse.Of course, she didn’t love me. And of course, I should have seen this coming. But damn, I didn’t think it would hurt this much.I looked at Annalisa, standing there with guilt painted all over her face, and for the first time, I truly saw her. Not the girl I fought for, not the girl I swore within me to protect. Just… a girl who was scared.Scared of me.Something about that realization twisted the knife in my chest deeper. After everything, after all the times I stood between
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 72
Chapter 73AnnalisaThere was just something about waking up that hurt more than the actual heartbreak. Because for a few seconds, right before my brain fully registers reality, there was peace. A blissful nothingness. And then it hit me like a punch to the stomach. Like a slap to the face. Like a bullet straight through the heart.It had been a month since I left Cristiano’s house, and everything felt different. The air smelled different. The bed felt different. My heart beat differently—slower, heavier, like it was carrying a weight I didn’t know how to put down.On the surface, things were fine. I patched things up with Bianca, and we lived with Mom in the apartment I bought for her. She was doing well. Bianca apologized, and though we weren’t as close as before, I was grateful to have her back. My family became my lifeline, helping me recover from the traumatic experience, and keeping me afloat when I felt like I was drowning.But nothing—none of it—fixed what was inside me. The g
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Chapter 83CristianoThey say you only appreciate the sky when you have been buried underground. In this hospital room, buried was exactly how I felt. Being trapped at the center of a cube of white walls, dim lights, and the space filled with nothingness where my memories should have been.Since I woke up, every minute felt like a crash course in reality. Nurses with their forced smiles and ice-cold hands poked and prodded me, but none of it dug deep enough to scratch the itch of my missing memories. I had been bed-bathed more times than I could count, their soft sponges against my skin a bitter reminder of how helpless I had become.But today, I told myself I have had enough.“I want a real bath,” I told the nurse, my voice rough, like gravel being scraped along the pavement. She pursed her lips, her pen frozen over the clipboard, and rattled off a list of medical restrictions: no showers, no standing too long, no this, no that. The word “no” clanged around my head like a jail cell d
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Chapter 82CristianoWaking up from the surgery felt like swimming through concrete. So cold, tight and suffocating. My eyes cracked open, and all I saw was white—like a blank canvas or the kind of nothingness you see in movies when someone dies. For half a second, I thought maybe I had kicked the bucket. Maybe this was heaven, or some kind of in-between.Then I saw her.She had this softness around her, a glow, like she was pulled straight out of a dream. ‘An angel, maybe?’ I had thought because, honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised. But then my brain caught up, processing the sterile smell, the faint beeping, and the tubes attached to my body. I was in a hospital. Alive. And thoroughly confused.I didn't know what hurt more—the throbbing in my skull or the empty echo in my head where memories should have been. I reached for something, anything, that felt familiar, but it was like standing in the middle of a foggy field with nothing but shadows and whispers.When my eyes adjuste
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Chapter 81AnnalisaThey say grief has five stages—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. But what about the grief of losing someone who is still breathing? What stage do you get stuck in when the love of your life looks at you like you are a total stranger?I sat by Cristiano's hospital bed, the room completely shrouded in that suffocating, sterile silence. Machines beeped steadily, a rhythm that should have been reassuring but only made my nerves more uneasy. The rising and falling of his chest was like a reminder that he was still here, but the warmth and spark that used to be in his eyes were somewhere else, somewhere I couldn’t reach.The room was cold. Or maybe it was just me that felt it.My fingers twisted into the blanket, and I forced myself to breathe evenly. Dr. Moretti’s words still echoed freshly in my head. He said, ‘Memory loss can happen after prolonged surgery. It may be temporary’I clung to the word ‘may’ like it was a lifeline on a stormy day. I ju
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Chapter 80AnnalisaHospitals smelled like antiseptic, like sterile hopelessness.I never liked them.The bright white lights, the hushed whispers, the way every breath felt like it could be your last…it made my skin itch like a bug was crawling on me. But now, standing in the middle of the corridor, staring at the red light above the operating room door, I had never hated a place more.Cristiano was in there.My husband, the only man who had ever truly owned my heart, was lying on a table while surgeons cut into his skull, fighting to keep him alive.I wasn’t a woman of faith. I never had been. But right now, I was making bargains with every god I had ever heard of. If they let him live, I would do anything. I would be a better person, I would truly forgive my family, I would—I would just do whatever it took as long as he came back to me.I wrapped my arms around myself, staring at the door like my desperation could somehow make the surgery go faster. My heart pounded so hard it made
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Chapter 79CristianoI swear, I thought I was done for.For a solid month,I had imagined what it would be like if I ever got to hold her again. If I could kiss her, touch her, remind her that no matter what happened, she was mine. Every night in my cold bed at my mansion, I dreamed of it. I replayed memories of us like a damn movie I never wanted to end.And now, it was real. She was here now.Annalisa was in my arms again, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was actually permitted to breathe now.I stared at her, taking in every little detail of her beauty. Her soft brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her flushed cheeks, the way her lips were still slightly swollen from our kiss. She was fucking beautiful. A walking temptation. And right now, she was mine again, even if the universe had tried to pull us apart.I tilted her chin up, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “You don’t know how much I needed this,” I murmured.Her lips parted slightly, her breath shaky
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Chapter 78AnnalisaI needed this.I needed him.The moment Cristiano's lips crashed against mine, it felt like the world stopped spinning. Like every ache, every lonely night, every whispered “I miss you” into my pillow didn’t matter anymore—because he was here, and I was in his arms, and God, I had forgotten what it felt like to breathe without him.His kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It was desperately filled with all the things we couldn’t say. Apologies. Longing. Love and whatnots. His hands slid up my sides, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was afraid I would disappear.I didn’t care that we were in a hospital room. I didn’t care that he was recovering, or that I could still hear the faint beeping of machines outside the door.All I cared about was him.His warmth. His touch. The way he tasted like mint and something only Cristiano could taste like.“Hubby,” I gasped against his lips, my hands fisting his hospital shirt.“What did you just call me?” Cristiano smiled, pulling o
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Chapter 77AnnalisaI told him yes!Of course, I wanted to see him. The moment those words left my lips, it felt as though my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Cristiano wanted to see me after everything; He still wanted to see me after what felt like the longest separation, after all the pain… and yes, I was finally going to see him again!But the moment I hung up the call, panic gripped me, blood rushing to my head as I began to question myself. What the hell was I doing? What if I got there and lost my nerve? What if I saw him, and everything came crashing down again? What if I saw pity in his eyes, and it broke me?Those thoughts brought a sad sensation to my belly, but I told myself no this time around. I didn't have the time to have spiraling thoughts.Because as soon as I shot up from the couch, Bree walked into the apartment, holding two cups of coffee. “I'm back with your favorite iced cappuccino!” she said, flashing her usual smirk.I barely let her finish before I
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Chapter 76CristianoShe texted me.She fucking texted me.I blinked at my phone, rubbed my eyes, and stared at the screen again. Maybe I was still unconscious. Maybe the IV in my arm was messing with my head. Maybe—just maybe—this was some twisted dream or hallucination, and when I woke up, it would be gone.But it wasn’t. It was, in fact, real. Right there, in my messages, Annalisa had actually texted me first. And not just some casual, meaningless message. She said she missed me.Annalisa missed me.For a solid five seconds, I just sat there in the hospital bed, gripping my phone like it might disappear if I let go. My brain short-circuited, and every rational thought just left the damn building.This had to be a mistake, right? A slip-of-the-finger text? A moment of weakness she would instantly regret? Right?But if that were the case, then why did my heart feel like it had just been ripped out of my chest and put back together in the span of a single message?Because deep down, I
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Chapter 75AnnalisaI told myself I wouldn’t think about him today. It was a promise to myself, even. But I guess the universe always had other plans.Because the moment I woke up, he was everywhere. In the stupid scent of his cologne that still clung to the shirt he once left in my room after a good sex. I had kept it to myself, refusing to throw it away and now, as I found myself in it, I felt like crying. He was also in the way my bed suddenly felt too big and cold. In the silence of my new bedroom, so deafening that my heartbeat pounded in my ears.I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply. One well has passed again. A whole-ass month plus one week. And I was not doing fine.Sure, I got up every day, showered, and ate. I did the whole “pretending to be normal” thing. But every time I laughed, it felt fake. Every time I smiled, it felt forced.And Cristiano? He hadn’t called. Not once. Not a damn text. It was funny how I still hoped he would even though I had clearly pushed him away
