All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

River thought about the young woman calmly asking him for snacks as he walked down the hall. Riley Torres, the daughter of his enemy Alexander, seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she had just been kidnapped and her life was in danger. She met his gaze evenly, not a trace of fear in her hazel eyes.River clenched his jaw, both perplexed and irritated by her nonchalant attitude. How could she be so calm in a situation like this? Was she crazy or just naive?Probably just naive. She was ten years younger than him, after all.Shaking off his musings, River reached for his phone. It was time to make the call he'd been waiting for, the one that would finally force Alexander's hand. His fingers punched in the number.The line clicked, and a familiar voice filled his ear. "Torres.""Alexander," River drawled, letting the name drip with disdain. "I believe I have something of yours."A pause, heavy with tension. Then, "If you've touched a single hair on her head, I swear I'll-""Spare

Valerie sat on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched in her hand as she stared at the screen.River's cold reply had caught her off guard. She remembered him as the doting father to Tiffany and Lucas, but this version of River? She didn't recognize it.She sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed beside her. She had tried to understand River's obsession with revenge, but it was becoming harder to ignore how distant he had become.Lucas's birthday was tomorrow, and she wanted River to be there for him. He was his father, for gosh sake!But deep down, she knew it was unlikely. River was too consumed by his own darkness to see what he was missing out on. Valerie felt a pang of disappointment, followed by a wave of sadness. Valerie stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the backyard where Lucas was playing with Tiffany, who had just arrived from the boarding school.Their laughter didn't improve Valerie's mood. She knew how much the kids missed their father, especially Ti

For the first time since being kidnapped, Riley felt fear. Real fear.It wasn't the abstract, distant fear of what might happen, or the fear she'd managed to keep at bay with defiance and bravado. This was a cold, visceral terror that gripped her heart and sent a chill down her spine.Her breath hitched as River leaned down some more. So close she could feel his breath on her cheek, the cruel smile on his face making her pulse quicken. He suddenly seemed much larger than he initially looked, towering over her like that, covering her body. She pressed herself back against the wall, her body tense, as if trying to melt into the plaster and disappear.The room felt smaller, the walls closing in on her as her mind raced. She'd been so sure of herself, so convinced that she could outsmart him, that her father would come through, that somehow she'd escape this unscathed. But now, facing River's cold determination, the reality of her situation crashed over her like a tidal wave."You need

"I want to talk to my dad again," Riley demanded.River narrowed his eyes. "I don't take orders from my hostage."Riley rolled her eyes. "Mr. Kidnapper, Sir. Could I please speak to my father? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" she asked again, her voice dripping with mockery.River glared at her. "That mouth of yours will get you killed one day.""That's nice. Will you allow me to talk to him or not?" she barked.River looked thoughtful. But then, he handed her the phone. "Go ahead and call him."She snatched it from his grasp, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a caged bird desperate to break free. Steadying her shaking fingers, she punched in the number, each digit a lifeline to her father.The line crackled to life. "Dad?" Her voice was steady, belying the desperation clawing at her insides."Riley? Thank God you're still alright. I've been-"She cut him off, the words tumbling out in a frenzied rush. "Why haven't you done what he asked? Why are you just sitting there w

River’s mind was a storm of fury when he thought of his children in danger. It pushed him to the brink of his control, but he forced himself to remain composed.This was war, and he couldn’t afford to lose his head now.As River made his way to the car, he couldn’t help but think of Ellie. She had always been the one to keep him grounded, to remind him of the man he wanted to be, not the man he had to be. But Ellie was gone, and all that remained was her memories.He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. Antonio’s place was only a short drive away, but every second felt like an eternity as they sped through the darkened streets. River’s mind was racing, calculating every possible outcome, every potential threat.When they arrived at Antonio’s estate, the scene was chaos. The front gate had been blown open, and smoke billowed from the burning wreckage of a car. River’s heart pounded as he jumped out of the car, his pistol at the ready. The sound of gunfire echoed thro