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The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Seven
I'm walking down the altar. Aurelio is by my side, taking my father's place. This would look like an actual marriage to any passerby, but it doesn't feel like one. Enzo looks like a stranger. I don't recognize this hardness in his eyes. This isn't the man that made love to me last night. It can't be. Every time I look at him, I feel disappointed, not just with him, but with myself. I should have done better. I should have trusted my instincts. I shouldn’t have given him he power to wound me like this. I’m devastated. Crushed. I thought that what we had was beautiful, but it was all a game to him. One to satisfy his ego. I don't smile, it'll look too fake. I'm well aware of Giotto’s eyes on me, but I don't give him the satisfaction of looking at him. I keep my eyes on the groom and make sure I don't trip, because my legs feel wobbly. I'm still trying to figure out how they're going to kill Giotto. We're in a church, there's even a priest here. Don't tell me they're going to do it her
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Eight
I'm sitting in the middle of this ruined church with Aurelio lying dead in my arms. I can't find the strength to get up. The white wedding dress has turned red with his blood. It feels heavy, like it's weighing me down. Enzo is Giotto’s son? How is that even possible? How could he be working for his father and not even know it? I wish Aurelio could elaborate, but he's dead now. Why did he entrust me with this? What am I supposed to do about this? I still can't get over the fact that he's dead. Aurelio, who's been like a father to me for all these weeks, is dead. He took care of me, we talked for hours sometimes. I can't believe he's dead. All he wanted was to go home to his family, and he'll never get to see them again. It's unfair and cruel. This can't be. It feels like I'm having a nightmare. There's no way that this has happened. I didn't think that we would ever be friends in the beginning. I thought he was rude and intolerable, like Enzo. I associated him with my family's dea
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Nine
I wake up in a room filled with light. There's someone slapping my face gently. My vision is blurry at first, but as I blink it clears. I feel like throwing up as I move to a sitting position and my head is spinning. My grandfather is peering at me, I see him first. The next person I see is Lia. I get dizzy again, and my nausea returns. I clamp my hand to my mouth and look for the nearest wastebasket. I heave until there's nothing left. He's watching me with concern. He asks, "Would you like me to call a doctor?" I ignore him. Lia is watching me with her arms crossed across her chest. Her eyes are cold, so cold that I don't recognize her. She doesn't say anything, so I do. I can't believe she's here. She looks so different. "Lia? You're alive? How are you alive?" She doesn't answer me right away. I look back and forth between her and my grandfather. I think I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. She then looks at me in the eyes and says, "I'm not Lia, not anymore. I go by Amalia now."
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Seventy
Two days have passed. All I can think about is getting out of here. I went from being Giotto’s prisoner to Russo’s. I've stopped referring to him as 'grandfather' because I refuse to acknowledge that we share the same blood. He's even worse than Giotto.As for Lia...I can't say that she's my sister. I look at her and I don't recognize her. It's all his influence. He transformed her into someone she's not. She treats me like I'm beneath her and she rarely ever talks to me. I mourned her death for so long. When I saw her, I thought for a split second that everything would change, that my life would make sense again, that a part of it would return to normal. I was wrong.It's strange, but I look at her and I don't see my little sister. I see a stranger. So, in my heart, nothing has changed. It's as if Lia is dead, because in a way, she truly died that night. She said so herself. My heart crumbles to pieces whenever I see her, with that short blonde hair that doesn't suit her, those cl
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Seventy-One
This was all Enzo’s idea?I can't begin to wrap my head around this. If I thought he was using me before, I have no doubts now. He fooled me so well. I feel horrible, and there's a hole in my chest that will never be refilled. I'm drowning in this revelation, and there's no coming up for air. "Chiara?" Gustavo says, kneeling in front of me. "I know how you feel, I know what betrayal feels like."Of course he does. His father was having an affair with his wife. But this is different. Enzo destroyed my family for his benefit. He was cruel and selfish. "I need to be alone," I say dismissively. As much as I'm glad that he came to pay me a visit, I want him gone. I wasn't expecting to feel worse, but I do. He's brought me this terrible news and I can't look at him right now, even though none of this is his fault and he just tried to warn me. Am I becoming Enzo, blaming everyone for my mistakes? Because I made the mistake of trusting him. A grave one at that. He nods. "Of course. Here’s
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Seventy-Two
"Chiara?" The voice sounds so distant. It's like I'm in a tunnel and there's someone shouting at me from the other end. I try to open my eyes, I really do, but I can't. I feel like I'm floating, for some reason. I try again, but my eyelids just feel so heavy. I could be in trouble, but even that isn't enough to get me to open my eyes. Have I died? Is this what death feels like? "Chiara? Can you hear me?" I can't open my eyes, but I could at least try to speak. The problem is that my mouth is so dry, it's like I've swallowed a mouthful of sand and grit. I lick my lips, but there isn't any moisture in my tongue. I need water, but how to ask for it when I don't even know where I am? "Where am I?" I ask in a faint voice. "I'm Dr. Pettito, you're at St. Lucia's Clinic." Clinic? I'm not at Russo’s house? This gives me enough strength to crack my eyes open. The light above stings my eyes, though, so I scrunch them before trying again. I wish I could use my hand to shield my eyes, but th
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Seventy-Three
"Your mother was born in the beginning of winter. She was our firstborn, we—your grandmother and I—were ecstatic. We had been married for less than a year and we would be parents. It was both frightening and exciting at the same time. She was loved, our dear Vivia. She was a quiet baby, rarely threw tantrums. She was satisfied simply by being fed and bathed. No one had ever seen a sweeter baby. "However, as the years passed, she grew wild and unruly. She refused to obey us, and she preferred boy's clothes over dresses. She played with dinosaurs and wooden cars instead of the numerous dolls we bought her. She had entire collections, something other girls her age could only dream about, yet she never paid any mind to them. It's like she hated everything feminine, and no amount of disciplining could change her mind. "When she turned thirteen, we threw her a birthday party. We invited all our friends and it was meant to be a surprise. She was supposed to come straight home from school,
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Seventy-Four
I know what Russo is trying to do, and he won't fool me.I don't know how much longer I'll have to stay here. I hate being debilitated more than I hate being dependent on him. I realize now that my plan was destined to fail; I'd never succeed. I didn't know who I was dealing with, but I know now. He's manipulative, rancorous, and cruel. He left her to die, all because he didn't want her to marry my father. She was a grown woman, and she could make her own decisions. He claimed to be so concerned about her safety, because my father was a 'criminal', but he allowed Giotto to hunt her down and shoot her in her home. There's something wrong there. He isn't telling me the full story, or rather, he's painting himself as the perfect father who loved his daughter and couldn't stand to watch her sign her life away to a dangerous man. Frankly, I don't know what all the fuss was for. They all do the same things; kill, steal, launder. The only difference is that some families were doing this for
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