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The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-One
"What do you mean by with us?" He smiles smugly. "I mean that you'll be staying with us, the Puglia family. You'll find that we're very accommodating folk. I guarantee you'll have the time of your life."I sink into the seat. I wish it would expand and swallow me whole. I get the sudden urge to unlock the door, and jump out of the car. Time of her life? How am I going to have the time of my life living with the people responsible for my family’s death? I tell him weakly, “You've got to be joking."He turns and shakes his head solemnly. "I'm afraid it's the truth. Enzo spoke to me this morning and asked the favor personally. It's safer. That way, the de Luca brothers won't get to you."It takes me a moment to process what he's saying to me. This isn't a joke. I'm going to be living with the Puglias, with this man Enzo doesn't even trust. It feels so surreal that my head spins for a beat. I feel nauseous suddenly, like I might throw my guts up. Meanwhile, he keeps both his hands on the
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Two
I open my eyes and daylight is flooding the room.I sit up quickly and look around for a clock so I can figure out what time it is, but I find none. It's disorienting, waking up in this strange place, surrounded by people who despise me. I climb out of bed and step on one of the bags. The sight of all of them makes me depressed. How am I supposed to deal with all this? Where will I even do my laundry? I fish a pair of dark washed jeans from one of the bags and the only top that isn't excessively wrinkled. I get into the shower and blast the hot water. There are tiny bottles of shampoo and body wash in the shower, so I use those. I completely forgot about the ones I bought the other day; they're probably still in one of the bags. The shampoo dries my hair out and so does the body wash. I let out a frustrated sigh. I wrap a towel around my body and tiptoe back into the room to look for the ones Enzo bought. Bastard. I hate to think of his name. It fills me with a rage that I can’t qui
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Three
I turn around slowly.Giotto is standing a few feet away from me. He's stroking a black cat with iridescent green eyes. I press my lips together and gaze at him. He smiles politely, but there's a darkness in his eyes that I've come to know all too well. It’s the intent to harm, and manipulate. Humiliate. There aren’t enough words for everything that he is capable of. After a long moment of silence, he says to me, "I'm waiting, my dear. It is very rude to not greet the owner of the house."I lick my lips. They're numb all of a sudden. I force them to move and look at the carpeted floor. My heart is racing in my chest. I’m sure I’m perspiring all over my body. Rage is coursing through me, and I feel ready to explode like a volcano. He’s doing this on purpose, of course he is. He wants to see how far he can go with me. He will test me to my limits, and then laugh about it later with his ridiculous friends who find pleasure in destroying the lives of innocents. She bites out a, "Hello."
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty Four
Three whole days have passed, yet it feels like it's been at least a month. Enduring the Puglias isn't an easy task. They're terrible people, always looking for someone weak to take advantage of. They take pride in being sarcastic and ill-tempered. When I say the Puglia’s, I mean Giotto and his daughter. Gustavo is the exception, as ludicrous as that seems. It's evident that he can't stand them, for the obvious reasons. I still can't believe that his own wife has an open affair with his father, and everyone around here seems to think that it's normal. They'll hold each other with affection in front of the staff, and no one looks twice at them. I personally came across them in the corridor. He was kissing her tenderly while holding that cat of his. I turned on my heel and marched to my bedroom. The sight of them makes me sick. I feel sorry for Gustavo. I don’t know how he can endure this. I believe that he hates his father, and I think that perhaps he hates him more than all of us. H
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Five
I use my fork to move the food around the plate, so I can create the illusion that I'm eating when I haven't had a single bite. I know it's bad. My mother always taught me to never play with food, it's disrespectful. I'm aware of all this, but whenever I'm surrounded by the Puglias, I lose my appetite. It isn’t my fault, it just happens. And it has been this way since I got here, and I don't think this feeling will ever pass. It’s the disgust that I have for Giotto, and while I hate him and wish him ill, I’ll never be able to sit at his table, and eat his food. Everyone's silent. If Giotto doesn't say anything, then no none will. Gustavo takes a few bites of his food, but he never eats much either. I guess we're both in the same boat. We're both here out of better options. It’s good to have someone to have something in common with. Rather, it justifies my feelings. For if his son hates him, how can’t I?Giotto looks up and clears his throat, "I have an announcement to make. Tomorrow
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Six
He starts to say, "Chiara-" but I don't know what takes over me. I slap him right across the face without letting him finish his sentence. He doesn't look stunned at my violence. In fact, he doesn't react to my slap at all. He just barges into the room, and closes the door. He points me, "That was entirely unnecessary.""What are you doing here?" I say, trying to keep my voice down. "After all this time, you have the audacity to come here and have me act as if nothing happened?"He looks genuinely confused. "Did you expect me to leave you here for all of eternity? In any case, I'm not here to get you. I'm just here to check up on you."I scoff. "You shouldn't have bothered, Enzo. I'm doing just fine without you, living under the same roof with the man who killed my family!" He places a finger over my lip. "Are you trying to get yourself killed!? And don't look at me with so much accusation, girasole. I did this to protect you."I feel like crying. I'm so angry that I could scratch hi
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Seven
Dinner with Gustavo was everything I expected it to be. His witty character always entertains me, and Enzo’s scene is forgotten as the night progresses. He tells me stories about his past, how he grew up as a child. His mother was still alive, and Antonia wasn't such a brat, which makes me think that perhaps, she isn't as young as I presumed. If Gustavo is around thirty, then she must be twenty-five at least, which means she's older than me. It's been a while since I've enjoyed a meal and I'm very grateful for his presence. Without him, I don't know what would become of me. He insisted that I have a starter, a main course, and then dessert. Everything was delicious, from the fried courgette salad to the tiramisu. I savored every bite. When it was time to leave, I felt sorry. Having to return to the Puglia home is the worst feeling ever. I wish this night would never end, but like all good things, it does. I'm forced to think of everything Enzo has said and done tonight as we near t
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirty-Eight
"You look absolutely beautiful, by the way,” Gustavo says to me on our way down the stairs.I flash him a small smile. "Thank you for the compliment." Even though I accepted his invitation to be his company for the evening, I'm not pleased with this. How can I, when I'll have to be around Giotto? He's the bane of my existence. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to see his ridiculous face tonight, but he made sure that I should. Perhaps he knew what we were both up to. The guests are laughing and in one large group when we finally get to the living area. Giotto is amongst them, and Natalia is by his side. Unabashedly. As we near the group, a man who notices us clears his throat suggestively, and everyone turns to stare at us. I pause, but Gustavo drags me along. We join the circle and I end up standing beside the man who cleared his throat. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't acknowledge him. He says, "And who might this be?" "Is she your girlfriend, Gustavo?" A woman across us a
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