Semua Bab The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Antonio stood by the luxurious Rolls Royce, gesturing towards the sleek black car waiting at the curb. The exterior gleamed under the city lights. "You may stay back here," he instructed Sam."Capo?" Sam looked at Antonio questioningly."I will be driving them myself tonight," Antonio announced, opening the door."Va bene. I will follow closely behind," Sam said.Antonio nodded. "That's fine."He helped Valerie secure Landon in the back seat before opening the passenger door for her. "After you, my love," he said, offering his hand. Valerie took it with a smile and climbed into the car, settling into the plush leather seats.Antonio closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver's side, wanting to enjoy their drive without his men watching.Halfway to their destination, Valerie suddenly gasped. Antonio looked at her with concern. "What is it?""I didn't get Ellie a gift!" she exclaimed."It's alright, love," Antonio reassured her, glancing at her worried expression. "We wi

"I think you're growing on me, Antonio," Valerie whispered softly."I hope so," he replied sincerely, his voice filled with warmth. "Because you've already become a part of me, Valerie."Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Antonio sensed a deep and genuine connection that transcended words. Despite the lively atmosphere of the engagement party around them, it felt as though they were in their own private world."Alright! Who's ready for some dancing!" Ellie's cheerful voice interrupted, interrupting the moment.Valerie withdrew her hand quickly, her expression momentarily startled. Antonio noticed the shift in her demeanor, a subtle retreat that left him longing for her touch once more.But just as swiftly as it had vanished, the connection reasserted itself, and Valerie put on a smile for Ellie's sake.River approached Antonio right then. "Can we talk, Antonio? In private," he asked, his face inscrutable."Of course," Antonio agreed, nodding towards a quieter corner of the room. Va

"Y... you can't just say that!" Valerie exclaimed, her voice quivering as her heart beat erratically.Antonio brushed a strand of hair away from her face, stroking her cheek gently. "I can't say what?""You can't just say you love me," she said hoarsely.He leaned over, his lips brushing her earlobe. "Why can't I say I love you?""Because!" Valerie gasped as he kissed her neck. "Because you don't actually love me.""Is that so? And how did you come to that conclusion, Mia Cara?" he asked, smiling at her devilishly."I know you don't love me because... because..." Valerie stammered, searching for an answer but finding none.He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "Because what?""I don't know," she replied weakly.Antonio chuckled, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "You don't know? Well, let me tell you, my sweet Valerie. I know exactly why I love you. I love your fiery spirit, your sharp tongue, and your beautiful heart. I love the way you make me feel,

Landon's cries suddenly pierced the peaceful moment, causing Valerie to wince. He had detached himself from her breast, his tiny hands still grasping at the air in search of comfort. As she held him close, she felt the heat radiating off his feverish body."He feels warm," Valerie murmured, worry lacing her voice as she pressed a hand to Landon's forehead. "Something's not right. I think he might be sick."As if on cue, Landon let out another whimper, his face scrunching up in discomfort. Valerie's heart clenched at the sight."I'll call the doctor," Anthony declared, already picking up his phone.The doctor arrived promptly and started to examine Landon. His movements were methodical, yet there was a hint of concern in his eyes that Valerie couldn't ignore."What's going on? Is he okay?" Valerie breathed."I'm afraid little Landon is quite ill," the doctor began, his voice gentle yet firm. "It appears to be a serious infection. We will have to take him to the hospital."Valerie felt

Valerie sat at the dinner table, her eyes stealing glances at Antonio. The aroma from the steaming plates of pasta filled the room as they prepared to eat together.“Valerie,” Antonio said, his gaze meeting hers. “I would like us to have dinner together every night. Family time is important.”“Okay,” she agreed, her voice catching in her throat. She still wasn’t used the word family associated with Antonio. Could she really do this?Antonio looked down at the food, then back up at her. “Promise me, Valerie. Promise this will be our routine.”“Promise,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.The steam from the plate of vegetables rose, filling the air with a comforting warmth.Valerie’s thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. The little happiness she felt with Antonio here and there was tainted with the fear of losing this newfound stability they had created. The stakes felt higher than ever, and she struggled to find a balance between her attachment to Antonio and the ever-pre