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The Mafia's Bride Chapter 7
Chapter 7Annalisa I could barely remember the details of what happened after Cristiano led me to this huge bedroom that was now mine. He had left to answer a call and I sat on the queen-sized bed to rest for a moment, but before I knew it, I fell into the warm embrace of sleep. Now, with a stretch of my hands, I sat up only to find myself surrounded by five women in maid uniform. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I knew Cristiano was so rich, but who wakes up to five women waiting to dress them like some kind of royal?I almost thought I did something wrong, but before I could get out of the bed, the head maid, who looked a few years older than me, stepped forward to stop me. “We’ve picked your outfit for today, ma’am,” she said in a very calm voice. “We’re ready to dress you.”“I can do it myself,” I mumbled quickly, scrambling to pull the sheet closer to my chest. “And I don’t need to be dressed up… I have nowhere to go.”It was as though my protest had gone in one of her ea
Last Updated : 2024-10-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 8
Chapter 8Cristiano I tried my best not to let my eyes linger on her too long as I watched Annalisa from behind my newspaper. She was adjusting to this new life, I could tell, but what she didn’t realize was that I was adjusting too. It took every bit of restraint in me not to close the distance between us and bend her over the table, claiming her right then and there. Her innocence, boldness, and her beauty were what I really liked about her. Each time I caught a glimpse of those blue eyes, something in me that I had no control over always stirred. She wasn’t supposed to have this kind of effect on me. Marrying her was strategic, nothing more. But every time I looked at her, the temptation to take things further itches me. Watching her eat alone brought this kind of odd satisfaction to me. Her presence filled the room even when we were silent. I was the kind of man who enjoyed control, but somehow, this woman made me anxious.When I told her I remembered her sizes, the flush that c
Last Updated : 2024-10-19The Mafia's Bride Chapter 9
Chapter 9Annalisa Ba-dump. Ba-dump.My heart hammered in my chest as I leaned against the cool stone wall in the hallway, trying to catch my breath. What was his deal? I wasn’t even eavesdropping, and yet Cristiano had looked at me like I had committed some kind of terrible offense. I was only worried about him—while he took the call, he had seemed so tense with his eyebrows furrowed. But that cold, wicked look he had given me when our eyes met…it scared me more than I cared to admit.Why was he always like this? One moment, he seemed almost kind, like he cared about my well-being. The next, he became distant, harsh, like the mere sight of me annoyed him. I hated it.I needed some air, I needed to clear out the racing thoughts in my head. Before I knew it, I found myself outside. And yes, the cool breeze was really doing great to calm me. To my surprise, the garden I was in was filled with a wide bed of roses. Although the garden seemed out of place, as though it had been left untou
Last Updated : 2024-10-21The Mafia's Bride Chapter 10
Chapter 10Annalisa I was stunned yet again as I watched Cristiano walk away in large strides. What just happened? I was wondering what I could have done wrong when the corner of my eyes caught the maid that was about to leave too.“Wait,” I called out, and she stopped immediately but kept her head bowed. “Do you think I overstepped my boundary? Is there something about this garden I don't know about?” I questioned.The maid hesitated for a moment before she finally answered. “He asked us never to touch the garden since his mother… used to take care of it personally. She loved those roses, Miss.” The maid bowed again before hurrying away as if scared of being caught talking to me.I felt my chest tightened. It was no news that Cristiano had lost his parents at a very tender age. Had I triggered those bad memories for him? But that still didn’t explain why he would want to destroy something that had belonged to his mother. Shouldn’t he cherish it, preserve it? How could he decide to w
Last Updated : 2024-10-21The Mafia's Bride Chapter 11
Chapter 11AnnalisaDays quickly went by before I could tell, but thankfully, I was allowed to take my bath and serve myself now. The only words Cristiano and I exchanged were basic greetings, that was if he was even home. Sometimes, I wouldn’t see him for the entire day, and when I would ask, the staff would mention that he was out, handling business. It felt so strange being married, but never feeling like a wife. I kept telling myself I needed to do something more, something that could help me regain control over my life.Soon, it was the start of a new week, and I decided it was time to get back to what I loved doing best—acting. I was done with hiding away, done with feeling sorry for myself. There were new projects casting announcements, and I had this determination to start auditioning again. I found some exciting opportunities online, as well as a few in the groups I was a part of as an actress. I took it as my chance to finally get back on my feet and take back what the scand
Last Updated : 2024-10-22The Mafia's Bride Chapter 12
Chapter 12Cristiano This was going to be the last time I would be in a place like this. I told myself that numerous times as I stepped into the dimly lit booth of the nightclub. The air in the booth was thick with the scent of leather, weed, expensive whiskey, and the soft hum of conversation that couldn't be said in the open. My eyes scanned the place, already regretting the decision to leave the comfort of my home—my so-called honeymoon—for this meeting.Ricardo, my right-hand man, had insisted that I handled it personally. Giovanni had been stirring trouble again, going after every one of my clients, and spreading threats to scare them for partnering with me. Normally, I would have let it slide and dealt with it at my convenience, but this time was different. Mr. Cassano was a major client, and he was close to pulling out of our deal because of Giovanni’s constant intimidation. Ricardo wasn’t up to the task of reassuring Mr. Cassano that all will be well, so here I was.I stepped
Last Updated : 2024-10-22The Mafia's Bride Chapter 13
Chapter 13Cristiano“Get up.” My voice came out sharp, filled with the impatience boiling inside me. The slut on my lap froze momentarily, cocking her head confused at my sudden change of mood.“What, you don’t like where I touch, Sir?” Her lips curled into a seductive smile, and her hands resumed their slow, deliberate path down my chest.“I won’t repeat it.” My voice was colder this time, and she got the message. She slowly took her hands back, and then she stood up with a puzzled look on her face. I could see her calculating whether this was her fault or something else entirely, but I didn’t care.Her touch did nothing but remind me of how far I had come from this life, how much I had fought to leave it behind. But even now, standing in this dimly lit booth, I could feel the temptation to go back to my old ways. I could feel the pull, the same pull that had destroyed men better than me. But I wasn’t about to lose it all for a few minutes of pleasure.I couldn’t picture the look on
Last Updated : 2024-10-23The Mafia's Bride Chapter 14
Chapter 14Annalisa I arrived home after the audition, feeling like the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders. As I stepped inside, I expected to find the house as empty as I felt. But to my surprise, when I entered the living room, Cristiano was there. I froze in surprise, taken aback by how he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and eyes closed, looking as if he were meditating or as if he were in another world entirely. His sudden presence caught me off guard; I knew it was his house, but I had assumed he would be out clubbing again. That’s where he spent most of his nights lately, wasn’t it?I stood at the entrance for a moment, debating whether to say something, or not. I chose not to, eventually. Our relationship had been so awkward these past few days, and I wouldn't want the words that come out from me as a result of my anger to ruin it further. Without acknowledging him, I turned and walked toward the stairs, hoping to have a good night's rest in my bedroo
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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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 81
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 80
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 79
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 78
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 77
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 76
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
The Mafia's Bride Chapter 75
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
