All Chapters of The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I DIDN’T MOVE in my spot, looking down at my feet wasn’t enough for me to pretend that I wasn’t observing Capo Luca and Callan’s sister’s movements ever since that unexpected talk with her happened. From a distance they look like they were just gazing at the scenery with a glass of cocktail and whiskey in their hands. But on my side, at this angle… They looked so serious when discussing something. It was just a series of whispers for a moment yet soon turned into an aggressive exchange of words. I wish I could hear them. What are they arguing about? The atmosphere at the yacht changed as soon as the dinner had ended. The wedding planner that Callan’s parents invited were then task to just prepare something fit for a simple civil wedding. I was planning to talk to Aunt Yna after excusing myself for the rest room, but instead, I kept stuck right here. After getting bombarded by Callan’s sister… getting back to my spot earlier and talking to Aunt Yna left my mind… Someone got near m

I COULDN’T BELIEVE that I’d ever be witnessing the exact moment that I just wondered about having months ago. From running to safety to having the courage to fulfill the last words of my father and gamble with the people I had just known, everything led to this. They say a wedding is a profession of love, well, as if for me it is a way of fulfilling my duty and finding out the truth. Callan was waiting on the other end of the altar while I was about to walk down the aisle. Yesterday I was just at the hospital recovering from a concussion. But today, I’d be walking for my wedding. True enough, the designs at the wedding venue were simple but it didn’t exactly mean that there were no efforts dedicated to it. There were flower arrangements all the way from the start of the aisle towards the end… there were several chairs covered in white linens lined up on the sand, there were no other people at the beach resort. It felt like it was booked only for this specific event. I’d like to give

“WANNA GO to our hotel room?” Callan whispered in my ears. I was at the brink of closing my eyes. With every additional ounce of drink, I gulped a while ago, I kept squinting my eyes more.I don’t know but it seemed difficult to focus on the party lights moving around the surroundings because of the haziness that I feel. Despite that I could feel the rush of adrenaline on my body, it felt electrifying, freeing, and enthralling. But I knew that this dissolve into nothingness in the morning with only a hang-over to endure. At that time, I’m certain I would hate myself for believing in the false sense of freedom.This would probably be the last glass that I’ll grab from the counter. I was lightheaded and the only that guided me in the dancefloor was the loud and upbeat music.“W-What… ziddd… yo s-say, C-Callan?” I managed to say while moving my hips in circles. He was behind me and so softly I could feel his touch on my waist roaming to the small of my back.His warmth sent shivers down

AS SOON as I opened my eyes, I felt the striking blaze of the sunrise directly onto my face. I moved and felt the soft mattress of the bed and realized I was lying on the bed. The soft sheets made contact with my body and I felt its texture onto my skin. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my eyes from the bright surroundings as it was finally morning and I didn’t even feel like I slept enough. My eyes widened when I felt something heavy around my stomach. I didn’t move, even halted my breath as I scanned the surroundings and made sense of what was going on. Why was there something heavy right there? I slowly lifted my body off the bed to gaze down at my stomach only to find myself shocked even more. My heart thumped inside my chest as loud as it could. I saw Callan’s face sleeping peacefully while he was leaning onto my stomach hugging my waist. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady… almost as peaceful as the morning sky today. I gulped not knowing what to do.

CALLAN LOOKED OVER me by his shoulder while I was still in awe hearing him say that we will be flying with a private jet today. “I mean… I haven’t packed anything yet for that Hawaii trip. The new wardrobe that you gave me was at the mansion. Maybe we should head there first and gather a few things?” There was a noticeable hesitation in my voice. I did not mean to tell Callan what to do. I knew where I should stand with the way this dynamic is gonna work. He kept looking at me. And instead of feeling annoyed by my sudden outburst of hysteria, Callan looked somewhat amused. “Have you ever heard of having a vacation to release stress?” I tilted my head as I sat on a chair, shoulders slumped. “Well, I do. Might as well just enjoy myself in a foreign country with only just a robe on and that little white dress,” I said, my words left my mouth with a slur looking at the set of clothes that were a mess on the side. “You’re stressing out instead of distressing for a vacation.” “I can’t af