All Chapters of The Mafioso’s Forced Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurelio left last night.I know this because the other room is vacant and Enzo is asleep on the couch. I don't know if I should let him rest, or if I should wake him up. It's already past ten, and he's usually up by this hour, but yesterday was a traumatic day, so I decide not to disturb his sleep. How I miss waking up to Aurelio preparing breakfast for me. It just felt so good, being taken care of for once. I've even managed to gain some weight. I start by making coffee and I'm still deciding on what to eat when I hear the front door. Aurelio walks in, his eyes on Enzo who is still asleep on the couch. He looks at me and I gesture at the pan in my hand. "Breakfast?" He shakes his head. "Let me.""I could make it," I suggest, feeling useless already. I know I wanted him to cook, but now that he's here I feel terrible for being such a slob. "You should have a seat, rest."He smiles, but it's small and strained. "If there's one thing in life I learned, it's that if you want something

We've been waiting for Aurelio to show up for an hour now.I'm biting my nails again. I'm so nervous I can barely breathe. If someone told me a month ago that I'd be in this state because of him, I wouldn't have believed. I hated him because he was there that day, because he made my mother choose the impossible, and also because I thought he killed them. He was holding the gun, after all. But he told me he didn't, and judging by the nature of his relationship with my mother, I don't believe he shot them, even though he witnessed it.Now, he's like a friend to me. If something happens to him, I'll be devastated. Enzo is pacing around and clutching his phone. We're waiting for news, any news at this point. An hour feels like an eternity when you're counting every second. So far, no one knows anything about him. They don't know where he is, what he's doing. He drove away to distract those guys, but he should've been back by now. I sincerely hope nothing happens to him.Enzo won't be ab

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

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

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."