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The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Four
Two days have passed.I can tell that 'the day' is coming soon. Everyone around me is on edge, and by everyone I mean Enzo and Aurelio. They're always together now, plotting beneath their breaths. They quiet down when I near them, so whenever I see them huddled up, I try not to disturb. This is for the best. We'll all benefit from Giotto’s death.I'm both nervous and excited about it. I don't know what it will be like to live on my own, to be by myself after so long. The world out there feels like a foreign place now. It's like I'm an alien who doesn't quite fit anywhere. I might finish my degree, but that all depends. My driving force was helping my mother, getting out of that small town and taking care of her for once. Now, what's my motivation? I've been mostly by myself, although Enzo does stop by every once in a while to talk to me. What stuns me most is that we've never had a single fight since he promised me that he wouldn't try to kiss me against my wishes. He's changed so mu
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Five
We stare at each other for a solid minute.I'm trying to figure out what to say to him. There's a lot on my mind, so much that I don't know where to start. He closes the door and my heart starts beating faster. The way he's looking at me...I don't know how tonight is going to end. "Enzo—.”"I'm not ready to let you go," he begins. "There, I've said it. Whenever I think that in a few days we'll go our separate ways, I feel desperate. Desperate. I don't want us to go our separate ways, but at the same time I know that there's nothing keeping you here." He's right, absolutely right. "There's nothing either of us can do about that." He crosses the room in a handful of stride and stops in front of me. There's only a tiny sliver of space between us. His smoky cologne mixed with a scent that's undeniably him invades my nostrils. He smells like cigarettes, metal, and wood. "You're wrong about that, Chiara." I shake my head softly. "Please." He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me cl
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Sixty-Six
I'm alone in the room.I've already taken a long and hot shower, but I can't seem to wash this feeling that I'm dirty off. I'm filled to the brim with disgust, not only at Enzo, but at myself. I allowed this to happen. If I hadn't deluded myself that he changed, that perhaps I had feelings for him, none of this would have happened. I should've expected this of him. He has never treated me right, and all this talk about not using me is utter bullshit. That's exactly what he did, that's exactly how I feel. I hate myself for crying. I hate that I'm disappointed and heartbroken. He made love to me with so much passion and need, only to degrade me in the morning. I deserve this for being an idiot. I should never have believed his pretty words. After he got what he wanted, he made an excuse to leave. And I'm still foolish for crying. Aurelio walks in the room. I'm angry at him too, so angry that I could gouge his eyes out. He kept filling my head with lies and I believed him, too, but I
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
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