All Chapters of The Mafia's Mistaken Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jasmine's POVThe question of whether I am still going to get married to this man or not hangs in the air surrounding me with the horrible feeling I felt the very first time he announced the wedding.That was just yesterday but it feels like a month already.I was worried sick about his wounds. I kept tossing in bed and hoping nothing would happen to him overnight. Seeing him this morning looking just like his usual self makes me relieved and surprised about who this man really is.He does not look like someone who was on the brink of death just last night. The evidence of the shot was the well-bandaged arm. If not for that, I would have thought a miracle had happened overnight.My stomach rumbles immediately and I decide to summon up the courage to step out. Usually, breakfast is brought to me before I even wake up but today is different.Today is supposed to be our wedding. A wedding between two strangers with no direction. No sense of where their lives are going.I wonder how my li

Jasmine's POV She looked convinced.I'm sure she was convinced when she saw my strange hair, unlike the devil who wouldn't be moved a bit towards being convinced that I am not her.He is too blinded by obsession and revenge to see the truth.Relief washed through me when Mrs Moore ran off after a tear rolled down her eyes. Even though, I was hoping the conversation would take a new turn and she would ask me questions out of curiosity but she left.Mr Moore is my next target now. That man knows I am not her. He was so sure I wasn't Andre.I need to see him. We need to talk.Maybe that will change everything. Maybe this is an opportunity for the devil to realize his mistake before he fixes another date for the wedding.The fact that I was able to convince Mrs Moore a little today has made me feel so happy about the wedding postponement. This means everything will work in my favor and I will be out of here pretty soon.Wanting to distract myself, I move away slowly from the bed and appr

Jasmine's POV His eyes do not hold anger or intimidation. It is just a gentle stare. A stare that makes my heart flutter like I am having the wedding of my dream indeed.A stare that makes him the opposite of the monster I call. A stare that makes me wish things were different and we aren't total strangers but two people who found love in each other and are here because of that.There is absolutely nothing great about this wedding. Not my well-styled hair with different beautiful ribbons, not my white beautiful short wedding dress, not my beautiful makeup which makes me look different and definitely not the expensive heels I have on.This might be a wedding to him and everyone else here today but to me, it isn't real.I can never be his wife.I am not Andre. I am just taking a place till he finds her.The officiant stands in front of us as soon as we enter the hall, holding hands like we are truly in love with each other and the desire for this wedding isn't one-sided.His hand was

Xavier's POV Getting married to Andre or Jasmine is meant to strengthen my footing in the family business.Relief was what I felt this morning at the registry but now, I feel the total opposite. Rage and anger is the best way to describe how I felt after she pulled that stunt and I couldn't do anything.The door opens and I watch her come in while I sit crossed leg on a sofa with a phone glued to my ears.She is glancing around the room with curiosity and awe as though this isn't the first time she is here. Instead of sitting down and trying to get out of her dress, she stands avoiding my gaze while I continue my call."Where are they now?" I ask the person on the other side. It is Antonio. He had to leave immediately after we left the registry."The men are taking a ship out of New York tonight. We have no idea where they are headed but I have my men on their trail. They will strike before the ship moves", he informs me calmly and I nod in satisfaction.Everything must be resolved t

Xavier's POV Taking notice of the woman I got married to just yesterday as she steps out of the Mercedes car which brings her to the party, my lips part ways unconsciously at the purity and innocence radiating her flawless milky skin.Her dress hugs her petite body, giving a clear view of her cleavage and just how sexy she is.Her hair is down but this time, she isn't trying to defy me by coming to the party with that stupid white hair. The black wig which came off her head the other day is back looking like her real hair.I am sure she is also not confident about how she looks with that white hair.She glances around until her eyes meet mine. "Boss, are you there?" A voice calls out from the other side, reminding me about the fact that I was on a call before she arrived.She approaches and I gulp, confusion clouding my mind. The more that I think of this whole thing, the more confused I become about the fact that this isn't Andre.Andre is hot and sexy but the meekness that comes w