All Chapters of TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mirabella's PovMost people say that the past has no effect on the future, but I strongly believe otherwise. The past, present and future are strongly connected to each other. Like the holy trinity. They're so connected in a way that one cannot thrive without the other.It is the events of the past that perfectly creates the present and it is the events of the present that gives life to the future.I know this because my past plagues me even until this day. My past is the reason I still live in misery, my past is the reason I've made very careless decisions and my past is the reason I've become the very depiction of evil.My marriage into the Denaro's family would be considered one of the careless decisions I made in the past even though I was forced into it.I'm going to swallow my pride and admit that I don't know how I managed to stay in a marriage with that good for nothing, selfish, piece of shit for so long.I begged that fucker, begged him to make wise decisions, begged him to

Mirabella's PovThe act of embracing the truth. To look beyond the difficulties and the fear that comes with facing reality. To view the truth as a blessing. To find solace in the fact that the truth is a sparkling light even when the storm of darkness looms.I've embraced the truth.The truth that I can no longer keep my children away from their heritage. The truth that whether I like it or not, my children will always have Matteo Denaro's blood pumping through their veins. The truth that my little angels desperately crave their father's love.But it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad that I have to let him into their lives except, I have no choice in the matter.They love him, they want him, they're happy that he's here and I'll be the most selfish person on earth to take that away from them.I've never seen my children beam with joy the way they did last night whilst talking about their father and I cannot say for sure how they figured out that Matteo is their father but I guess blood i

Mirabella's PovOne thing about embracing truth is the pain that comes with it. The truth rips you apart piece by piece, it feeds on your inside, forces you into solitude, messes with your head but it somehow finds a way to make you feel whole.Embracing and coming to terms with my truth haven't been the easiest thing to do but I oddly feel whole. I feel satiated. I'm at peace with myself because I allowed the truth take charge.But there's a whole lot of other issues arising like a great storm within me and I cannot say for sure how I'm to remain calm when that storm comes.Is it regret?Is the love I feel for my husband still there?Is my past catching up on me?I do not know but all I know is there's just so much that I can take.A small knock sounds on my door and I don't need a seer to figure out who's on the other side. I hurriedly wipe my face clean of every traces of tears or sorrow or even sadness.Why does he bring out this side of me?"Come in." I call out and the door is g

Matteo's Pov"Fuck! Matteo! How the fuck did you get into my bathroom?"My eyes darken at the sight of erect nipple poking through her silk nightdress. "And here I was thinking that you've become very aware of your surroundings." I mumble as I motion towards her. She mirrors my action by taking a step back with each step I take forward until she's trapped between the wall and my body."Matteo what are—""Shut up." I growl. "Look over there Mirabella." I whisper, pointing to the left and the moment her head whips towards the left, I encircle my leather belt around her neck, tightening it enough to apply the needed pressure."Matt—""Shut up." I push my front into her, groaning at the melodious sound that elicits her lips. "Tell me, Mirabella, tell me that you consent to this. Say yes."She breathes out a, "no." And I tighten the belt around her neck with a growl like moan. "Wrong answer. Try again.""Matteo," she whispers, her tone coming out torn and I push my front into her one more t

Mirabella's PovWhen Matteo and I heard the crash downstairs and took to our heels, I was hoping that it wouldn't be anything serious. Going on downstairs, I prayed in my heart that it'd just be the kids playing and thrashing the furniture but that doesn't seem to be the case.Not when my daughter's lips are spread wide in a toothy smile with blood smeared all over her face, and my son's features stoic, a better part of his body is soaked in blood.Time suddenly slows down, my legs coming to an abrupt stop, leaving me rooted in a spot as harsh pants escape my parted lips.Slowly, I whip my head around, immediately locking eyes with my husband who seems to be having the same thought as I. The situation isn't making any sense to me and I'm trying really hard to have a better understanding but my brain seems to be in a fog.My eyes widen even more, my brows furrowing so hard that my temple hurts. My daughter smiles even bigger, looking up at her father and I. My son still as quiet as he