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Chapter Fifty-One

Author: Bee Diaz
last update Last Updated: 2023-01-04 06:29:31

I'm waiting by his car. He's taking an eternity in there. Maybe he's with Flavia, laughing about how much of a fool I am.

I am a fool.

After everything I've been through, all the horrors I've faced, I'm bothered because Enzo said he would discard me. But isn't that what I want? I want him to leave me alone. I wish I had never met him. So why am I offended? Why did that insignificant word cut me in half?

Although I feel sorry for Flavia, it isn't because Enzo doesn't love her back. It's evident that he doesn't. It's because she's crazy in love with him, but she's making excuses about her family name. Maybe that's what her brothers are fighting for, but not her. She wants his love and affection. She wanted to buy me a ticket out of this mess so she wouldn't have any competition. She can rest assured. I'm not competition. As soon as it's convenient to him, he'll leave me. Discard.

I scoff. It seems he treats every woman in his life like trash, especially the ones he has no affection
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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Fifty-Two

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Fifty-Three

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    Enzo will be arriving tomorrow.That's what Aurelio told me when I walked into the kitchen. He was looking at me to try to see my reaction, but I offered none. He turned back to the stove and flipped the omelet. I sat down at the kitchen counter after pouring myself some coffee. I've had a few days to think about everything, and I'm sticking firm to my decision. The truth is, I don't know what I feel for Enzo, but I do feel something. I'll acknowledge that, at least. Is it enough to surpass everything he's done and said to me? No, absolutely not. So is it significant? Also not. If Enzo decides to come back from wherever he is and keep adding pressure, I'll just tell him how I feel about this whole situation. We're in no position to develop any sort of feeling for each other. The sooner he resolves his issue with Giotto, by killing him I mean, we can get out of each other's lives. We won't ever have to see each other again and we'll forget this ever happened. Am I afraid of going o

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Fifty-Seven

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Fifty-Eight

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Fifty-Nine

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Eighty-Three

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Eighty-One

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  • The Mafioso’s Forced Bride   Chapter Seventy-Nine

    They tied me down with ropes, like an animal awaiting slaughter.I knew that this would happen, yet I don't regret my decision. I wasn't going to give up without trying, even if that attempt got me here. I'm so thirsty it's like I swallowed a mouthful of sand. With all the dust here, maybe I have. I just need a sip of water, but I guess there isn't any point in wasting water on a dead person. How long will I have to wait? Not being able to move is torturous. I don't know at this point if I should hope for the best or just give up. I've been here for a long time, if anyone had to find me, they would've already. I'm at the mercy of Flora and her brother, and once again this is all Enzo’s fault. It's getting darker because the room is pitch black at this point. Maybe one of them will light this kerosene lamp. My head is starting to hurt, either from dehydration or this stressful situation. I need to sleep, but at the same time, I can't close my eyes while I'm surrounded by people who m

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