All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia’s Contracted Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Words can’t describe how badly I was affected by that phone call. I’m too numb to feel anything. I’m not experiencing a series of powerful emotions that are tearing me apart from the inside out. I can’t scream out in pain and despair. I can barely speak. No words tumble from my lips when I part them, and everything around me is blurred. We’re at the hospital now. I had to call Luke and ask him to watch over the boys while I deal with this situation, and like the good friend he is, he accepted immediately and was at my door in ten minutes. We’re all here; it’s me, Ivan, and Anastasia, who I didn’t even know was still here until now. I’m sitting next to her, yet we haven’t exchanged a single word. She’s been different toward me ever since this whole thing started, and honestly, I don’t care too much. I did what had to be done, and anyway, Igor and I have come to an agreement. Or had. The paramedic who extracted him from his car said he might be dead, and he said this while the poli

I answer all the questions that the police officers ask me, but frankly, I’m not even sure about what I’m saying. My mind is elsewhere. Luke has been my friend for years. It’s impossible for me to imagine him doing such a thing to anyone. But at the same time, a tiny part of me would have to admit that there’s something about all of this that adds up and makes sense. When the officers leave, I feel restless. I don’t feel safe in my own home because a friend of mine allegedly tried to kill the father of my children. This really can’t be. I sit down on the couch with my hands clasped in front of me as if in prayer, and think. The officers assured me that there would be a proper investigation but that for now, he was a suspect. A suspect! He was being questioned right at this moment. It made me wonder if he was lying, or whether he’d confess to the crime. When I hear the boys coming downstairs, I wipe my face and stand up to meet them at the bottom of the stairs. They’re still dres

Today is the day that Igor is leaving the hospital. I’m beyond relieved, as that means that things are starting to get back to normal. He’s not in life-threatening danger anymore. He made a steady recovery, which surprised even the doctors. Today is also Luke’s funeral, and everyone who knows him is attending except for me. I don’t think I could show up there. I’m not that bold. Although the investigation is still ongoing, I’m not convinced that Luke didn’t try to kill Igor. That day in my house, he said the strangest things. For five days now, I’ve been seeing a therapist. I feel I have to talk to someone who isn’t a relative or a friend. A professional who knows just how to help me is a much better choice. I’m having an incredibly hard time coping with Luke’s death. He died right on top of me, for heaven’s sake, and I can’t seem to move past it. I can’t find a way to forget it all. I would have to be the coldest person in the world to act like it didn’t affect me. Luke was stil

The last few days were so chaotic that I actually felt relieved to be stepping on a plane that would take me far away from Alaska. I want to keep them in the past, so I'm avoiding the memories, but having to act like Igor was dead was just about the worst thing I ever did. I managed to shed a few tears, but I never felt as fake as I did that day. Nothing was genuine. When I went to fetch the boys in the hotel, Leo was there, and he gave me the longest hug he'd ever given me. I was uncomfortable in his embrace. I almost wanted to push him away. "Clara," he said, again and again. "God, Clara. What's happened to us? What's happened to us?"I tried to keep the boys as far away from this mess as possible, and because we'd be leaving soon, I didn't have much trouble. I had to explain to them that we were taking a short trip for the summer, and that got them a little excited, but soon Alex was asking me a whole bunch of questions that I didn't have the answers to. I'll be receiving instru

I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, and with Luke’s voice echoing in my ears. This is the first time I’ve dreamt of him since that thing happened. I keep hearing the gunshot, too, and it echoes in my mind. I wipe my eyes, and then sit up. My mouth is parched, so I have to get some water. I don’t have any in the room. I should probably bring a bottle with me from the kitchen so that I don’t have to go downstairs again. I open the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up. Before I head downstairs, I check on the boys first. They’re just next door, so it’s easier for me to keep an eye on them. They’re both sleeping peacefully, so I close the door carefully and then creep downstairs. I step into the kitchen and open the fridge. After finding a glass, I pour water in it, and tip my head back as I down all of it. I immediately feel better; more refreshed and awake. The noise in my head is a lot less, and I feel I can sleep again if I tried. It’s only two in