All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S BRIDE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Yanna I let out a groggy moan from my restless sleep, my first trimester has taken a huge toll on me. A wave of nausea hits me causing me to rush over to the bathroom to throw up for the again. It’s been a week that I’ve been living in my apartment, Enzo hasn’t called since then and it just makes me wonder if he ever truly loved me. An email pops up on my phone so I rush to pick up expecting an acceptance for a job offer but I was met with the usual spam mails that I’ve been getting for the past week now. All companies that I’ve been applying to has either rejected me or not called me back and I was starting to get anxious even though it’s just been a week. The thought of reaching out to Mathew for that gig still lingers in my head. My finger hovers over his contact as I internally debate to call him or not because I was desperate to do something at least. It wasn’t that I was broke or anything….in fact I have a lot of money that can sustain me and my baby till wheneve

Yanna We were engulfed in a comfortable silence, with only the crashing waves on the beach and a few noise from families around were heard. I missed this. I miss when we’re not fighting, our little cuddles we do, his warmth and scent. Thoughts about my pregnancy flashes into my head, to be truthful….I was nervous to tell him. Things weren’t as safe as we thought it was so I’m not sure if he is ready ti have this baby too. My hand unconsciously caresses my tummy, silently praying that everything gets better and I can finally feel safe for once. “Come back to me….” Enzo whispers softly. I won’t admit it but I had forgiven him after he knelt in my hotel room but I was still stalling just to make him hurt more which is toxic of me….. “Please….I can’t take any hurt again.” My voice cracks as a sob wrecks through me. He turns to face me, leaning closer to place a kiss on my forehead like he usually does. “All the doubts you have about me….I’m trying Yanna, please don’

Yanna All my thoughts about surprising Enzo with my pregnancy flies out the window as I rush into our home with a worried looking Sunny hot on my tail. Barging into the office, Enzo’s annoyed face quickly turns into the one of concern as he scans my face. He stands from his seat and rushes over to cup my cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I glance around the room and just noticed the few men that sat at the table for the meeting which had the same mirrored look of shock from my abrupt presence. “The meeting’s over, we’ll continue tomorrow.” Enzo’s deep voice commands. A chubby elderly man frowns deeply. “But-” Enzo sends him a deadly glare which shuts him up and they all scramble to leave the office, leaving just Enzo and I alone. “Tell me what’s wrong?” I could finally release a breath as I wrap my arms around his waist, embracing him tightly which seems to help calming my nerves. I release a shaky breath. “Mathew…” He lifts up my chin. “What the fuck did that asshole do?”

Enzo I end the call with my business partner after a long talk about a contract deal that Yanna would be taking part in for an interior decorating gig, she doesn’t know about this yet but I want to surprise her. Antonio walks in with Donatello tailing behind him, I had sent them to get real information on Mathew or whatever his real name is because for all we know that bastard is a spy. “We actually found something on him but not all…” Antonio starts. Donatello snickers. “The cunt is a sneaky bitch I tell you….” Antonio chuckles and I smirk at his choice of words. Donatello has always been known to have a mouth of the gutter even for a mafia, he was very vulgar with his choice of words. I remember meeting him for the first time when I was about seventeen years old and he was the same age, brought into the mafia after series of underground fighting and smuggling of drugs. The projector turns on showcasing what they had found on Mathew. “What am I looking at?” “Ap

Yanna I shiver in fear as I turn around and lock eyes with an unsettling pair of green eyes which intensely stares back at me. Dasha attempts to sit up but groans in pain. “Are you her husband?” I don’t know what came over me to ask such an obvious question. His lips thin out and he raises a brow at me. “Who are you?” I glance at Sunny briefly who stands abruptly. “We were just leaving.” She makes her way to leave but he stretches out his hand to stop her. He eyes her with a sick smirk on his lips. “I know you….don’t you work for Enzo Bernadi?” Shit. I clear my throat, bringing his attention to me in order to save Sunny. “You asked who I was, I’m Mrs Bernadi.” I sate with confidence. He shamelessly rakes his eyes down my figure and chuckles. “Enzo is a lucky man….” He mutters to himself. Disgust crawls up my skin, to think this relatively attractive man is a wife beater and still eyeing me like I’m his next treat. “Honey, let’s go home.” Dasha calls out