All Chapters of Betrothed To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luca’s POV I croaked into the phone and heard James cursing loudly in the background before starting to reply.“The fuck man?” He said into the phone, his familiar voice echoing loudly out from the phone, directly into my ear which still had the phone pressed against it.“What’s happening? Why are you suddenly ignoring me?” He continued before I could even bother starting to think of an answer and I breathed out a small sigh which sounded really tired to my own ears.“Hey, what’s wrong?” James finally asked after a few minutes of silence floating between us, a lot slower and calmer this time. I could just imagine him asking me this question in person with worry dripping off his voice— with his face in an almost blank expression, a couple of thin lines appearing at the top of his face.“Everything is just so fucked up, bro.” I said quietly into the phone before squeezing my eyes tightly shut and moaning quietly when my head started pounding hard once again before the intense pain

Luca’s POV I rolled unto my back, feeling completely drenched like I had stood under a cascading water with my clothes on, therefore drenching my body in the warm water that would feel cold against the body after a few seconds. My neck felt cramped up like I had slept in a wrong position and a part of it has ended up getting numb. I groaned a little as I finally forced my eyes open, my filled up bladder waking me from the deep sleep I had fallen into immediately after eating, making use of some drugs and taking a warm shower.I slowly sat on the bed, moaning loudly in pain in my muscles although not hurting the way it had hurt last night, still starts to hurt after little to no movement nevertheless. I rubbed at my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to chase the last bits of sleep clinging unto my eyelids.The first thing I did after kicking the blanket which was starting to feel uncomfortable against my body was to pull off my hoodie which was drenched in sweat. I tossed it on th

Luca’s POV “Oh, she’s upstairs, sitting on the balcony. Would you like me to get her for you?” Sarah replied immediately, her face somehow lightening up by that question which I had asked her.I shook my head instantly, already making my way out of the kitchen, “Nevermind, don’t think about it anymore.”I paused outside the kitchen’s doorway and contemplated asking Sarah how Sofia was doing and if her injured arm was still hurting badly, and how she was fairing but thought better against it and nudged the urge away, not wanting Sarah to start to suspect a thing concerning Sofia’s and I marriage. Because it was most definitely going to sound weird and suspicious to her that I was asking her how my wife was fairing instead of me asking Sofia directly like a normal husband was supposed to do.But then, I wasn’t a normal husband. Never felt like a normal husband for a second since the start of our marriage.For one, a husband wouldn’t have gotten married to his wife in a crowd of three

Sofia POV When Luca had suddenly broken eye contact with me and disappeared deeper into the house without saying a thing to me– not like I was expecting him to, in the first place, I had thought it was because he was angry with something that he had probably encountered with at work or wherever it was that he went to. I had no idea he was sick at that moment. I should have known, I guess? But when our eyes had connected, I was too busy focusing my whole willpower on not breaking eye contact with him ducking my head in embarrassment, which was probably why I hadn’t noticed how stressed out and tired he looked.When Sarah had suddenly come down from the stairs, straight into the kitchen where I was currently in– with Matilda stirring the food she was preparing and quietly humming a Christmas tune beneath her breath, despite the fact that Christmas was coming anything soon— to ask Matilda to increase the heat of the boiling rice and to start the preparation of the chicken soup

Sofia’s POV I closed the bedroom door the moment I got into the room and leaned against it as I dragged breaths into my lungs while blinking repeatedly. Once my breaths were starting to come out at a normal pace once again, I moved away from my spot against the door and walked deeper into the bedroom, heading straight for of the bean bags chairs in the room and the other side of the bedroom and sank into it, pulling my legs up and warping my arms around it. I dragged in another deep breath and puffed it out ever so slowly, my ribs rising and falling along with the slow intake and exhale I was performing in order to calm myself down and stop the tears that had been about to once again fall down since the moment I exited Ryan’s presence.I was going to blame these unusual overwhelming emotions that had suddenly come to visit me this afternoon on my period. Yeah, it had got to be it.My hormones are most definitely messed up at the moment, hence the urge to cry.I shifted a little and