All Chapters of Betrothed To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Blair’s pov “At this very moment, if tragedy in the form of betrayal hadn’t stuck, I’d be currently ruling the country.” I stared at my fingers as I spoke, at the empty fingers on my left hand, which should currently be the royal rings which signifies ‘power, respect, honor, loyalty, and hope’.Even though James has yet to say a thing, I knew he had heard what I had said very clearly and it is patiently waiting for me to continue. With a small exhale, I continued from where I had stopped.“If that said tragedy hadn’t stuck, I’m very sure I’d have been married off to the prince whom I had been betrothed to since I was born, who’s just not it in any aspect. Which is why even when the tragedy had happened and I had been extremely sad, It also felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders at that moment.” I let out a long, shaky sigh because as I spoke, those memories which I had shut out since many years ago, slowly began to creep in.“My mother was an only child, and I

Luca’s pov “Did you ever stop for a moment to consider the consequences of going against me?” My hand was wrapped around a glass of champagne which I wasn’t going to be tasting as I asked the question of the other two men in the list of my underbosses, who had decided to go against me, along with Mr. Romeo, whom I had thoroughly dealt with.“What are you talking about, sir?” The first one asked with a chuckle that was so dry and fake, it grated on my nerves.“Are you really asking me that?” I demanded in a calm voice while looking between both men. They were clearly starting to get scared, having already figured out that I already know what’s actually going on.Wnen neither of them responded, I shook my head a little and barked out a laugh that startled them so far, one of them managed to spill their drink.“I’d like the both of you to be aware of the fact that my time is too precious for me to waste it unnecessarily on you guys right now.” I murmured with a slight tilt of my

James’ pov “Hm, you sound kind of obsessed.” She breathed out with a small giggle and I rolled my eyes, feeling my chest well up with so many emotions at once as I pulled her forward until her head was resting on my shoulder, and my arm around her waist. I breathed in a deep breath before speaking softly. “Yeah, perhaps you’re right, maybe I really am obsessed.” Blake giggled once again, moving against me in a way that made my blood stir.“You don’t sound sure.” She pointed out and I pulled her away from the embrace until she was staring into my face once again.“I am obsessed.” I murmured, all traces of unseriousness wiped off my face. She blinked a few times before reaching out and wrapping her palm against my cheeks.“Well, that makes two of us,” She declared with a small eyeroll and I let out a fond huff as I pulled her into my arms once again, rolling around until we rolled off the couch to the ground.“You’re heavy.” She whined and shoved me off her with a fake scowl,

Sofia’s pov I was currently dusting my shoes in our walk in closet when Luca emerged in the doorway. He leaned against it with his hands deep in his pockets as he commented on how he hated that I have to stress to do something as simple as dusting my own shoes. “Are you sure you really do not want us to hire another househelp?” Luca wondered as he walked towards me and I rolled my eyes as I halted for a moment.Luca has suggested we hire another househelp a handful of times, and each time he brings it up, I’m always quick to refuse the suggestion, because I don’t think I’d be comfortable with a complete stranger coming into our house just yet.And a huge part of me still misses Sarah and still hopes she’d recover completely and be able to resume back here, but I knew that was most likely nothing but wistful thoughts.“I am. It's no big deal for me to do something as simple as this.” I reminded him as I waved the brush I was working on, for emphasis. The slight movement made dus

Sofia’s pov The sudden urge to visit the beach once again has definitely got to because of my birthday which had happened a few weeks ago.I never used to ever think about visiting the beach, having not been allowed to except on rare occasions while growing up, and on those rare occasions, I was hovered on throughout the entire time by my bodyguards.I was currently seated in the hair salon, one of the biggest one here in Italy. As soon as the stylists had recognized who I was, they treated me with utmost respect and all wanted to be friends with me at once, which I found extremely endearing.I’m currently getting my hair done, getting it curled professionally this time, and so far, they’re doing a better job than I had done on my hair a couple of weeks ago.“Do you care for a drink, ma’am? It’s on the house.” One of the stylists came forward and as she spoke, she shook the glass of wine a little.I gave a polite shake of my head as I responded. “Aw, I really wish I could, bu