All Chapters of The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ANTONIOIt’s been a week since I last saw Rosalinda and Carlo. Camilla returned after Sergio’s death, but Rosa didn’t, saying she needed more time to process her thoughts. I missed her so much, and it was never my intention to hurt her. I had just arrived at the Moretti mansion to complete the signing of the modified agreement. Now that Sergio was dead and the coast was clear of any danger, we could proceed with the wedding arrangements. I still wondered who killed Sergio, though, saving me from having to do it myself and losing some of my men in the process. Anyway, that wasn’t really my problem. He had a lot of enemies, so the bastardo had it coming. The front door of the Moretti mansion swung open as I approached it. I immediately stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the person that appeared before me. Liam Romano. I thought Roberto was done doing business with the Romanos. What the hell was he doing here?“Look who we have here.” Liam remarked, a mischievous

ROSALINDA While Mama cooked and the family chef, Grace assisted, I went to my room to get a feel for it.As I entered the room, a sense of familiarity washed over me. It used to be my sanctuary, but I didn’t even know if I could call it my room anymore. I stood in the middle, gazing around as the memories I made there crept through my mind. Memories I could never forget. Scarcely a minute passed since I entered the room when the door creaked open, with Antonio trudging inside.“I didn’t realise how much I missed them until I saw them.” I told him as I turned around and walked to my bed, sitting on it. “I promise you, I’ll treat you so well that you won’t have to miss them anymore.” He inched closer to me, cupping the length of my throat with his palm. Instinctively, I slowly rose to my feet, my eyes staring deeply into his. Words didn’t need to be spoken. The desire and need were written all over our eyes and faces. I wanted him just as much as he craved me. “I couldn’t wait unti

ANTONIORebecca—a girl I used to fuck and toy with as I saw fit. But ever since my feelings for Rosalinda grew so wild that they became impossible to control, every atom of attraction I had towards other women withered away. She became the only one I could react to. The only one I ever loved. I couldn’t touch other girls without getting irritated. And so, I did away with every woman I used to fuck, including Rebecca.But she had refused to let go, persistently asking me to take her back, as she couldn’t do without me. I had warned her to stay away from me, but she never listened, perhaps because I had been gentle on her because she was a woman. But that was a mistake I regretted. Because of my gentleness, she had the nerve to lay naked in my room, causing Rosalinda to see her.“Who is she?” Rebecca asked as she slowly sat up, fondling her breasts with both hands in a futile attempt to seduce me.There was nothing she could do that would work on me. She looked just like an irritating l

ROSALINDAThe opulence of the hall was unmistakable, from the lavish decorations to the regal demeanour of the attendees. It was my first time attending the annual golden auction, and I couldn’t help but be awestruck by the sheer display of wealth and grandeur.With my hand hooked around Antonio’s, we gracefully navigated the hall, engaging in conversations with the wealthiest people in New York. Antonio proudly introduced me to them as his wife, filling me with an overwhelming sense of joy.“But I’m not your wife yet.” I whispered into his ear after the third introduction.“You’d be tomorrow. What’s the difference?” He replied with a charming smile that melted my heart.A smile curled on my lips. “Have you told my dad about it?”“What?” “The marriage.”His forehead creased. “Does he need to know?”“Yes.”I was supposed to inform my family and even my best friend Ruby about the impromptu marriage earlier today, but I got carried away, as I was in bed all day with Antonio. We never g

ROSALINDAI wouldn’t lose Sofia. I wouldn’t lose Sofia. I wouldn’t lose Sofia. I kept chanting on the way to the hospital to avoid imagining extremely terrible scenarios. Scenarios that were threatening to make my heart jump out of my chest just at the thought. The perturbed expression on my parents faces when we got to the hospital made my heart break even further. I hated to see them that way. “Mama, Papà.” I called as I sank into their arms at once, my eyes streaming with tears. Pulling away from them and searching for answers in their faces, I asked. “How is she? Where is she?”Papà sighed, and Mama was completely quiet. This was bad, I thought, as the fear gripping me by the throat squeezed even tighter. “How is she?“ I asked again, impatiently. “The doctors said they would have to evacuate the babies now.” Papà finally answered. Oh, no. She was only seven months along. “Why? Would they survive? Sofia? The babies?”He nodded, and a sense of relief coursed through me, thoug