All Chapters of THE MARRIAGE GAME: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The hospital is too bright, too sterile. I feel out of place in the narrow hallway, surrounded by cold, white walls and the faint, antiseptic smell that seems to cling to everything. I've been here for hours, pacing back and forth, trying to keep my mind from spiraling out of control.I look at the double doors leading to the operating room, wishing I could do something more, anything to help Emma's mom. I've already arranged for her to have the best care money can buy. I insisted on the most expensive private room in the hospital. I even hired extra security to stand guard outside her room to ensure she had peace once the surgery was over. It feels like nothing in the face of what Emma is going through, but it's all I can do right now.I lean back against the wall, running a hand through my hair. I've been trying to call Emma since I found out, but she wouldn't answer. I get it—she has every right to be angry with me. I messed up in more ways than I can count. But when I heard about

The steam from the sauna envelops me, its warmth seeping into my skin and making my muscles relax. Odette and I have been at the spa for a few hours now, moving from the sauna to the hot tub to the massage chairs. It's a much-needed escape, a way to forget everything for a while. But my mind keeps drifting back to the hospital, to Liam, to the way he looked at me like he was still holding on to hope.Odette, sensing my distraction, nudges me gently. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"I let out a sigh. "I can't help it. He's always there in the back of my mind. No matter what I do, I can't seem to shake him."She rolls her eyes playfully. "You need to let loose, chérie. This is supposed to be a relaxing day, not a therapy session." She leans back, closing her eyes, clearly enjoying the heat.Just then, my phone buzzes for the third time in the last few minutes. I groan, knowing exactly who it is. Natasha has been calling non-stop. I try to ignore it, but when the buzzing co

I've been a mess lately, and I hate it. I can't remember the last time I had a decent night's sleep. Between the constant barrage of calls from my mother and the chaos of my personal life, I feel like I'm drowning. My birthday is coming up, and as if things weren't bad enough, my mother, Isabella, has been hounding me to throw a party.Today, she's decided to show up unannounced at my office. I barely have time to prepare myself before she strides through the door, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She doesn't waste a second. Her expression is a mix of disappointment and frustration."Liam," she begins, her tone cutting through the quiet of my office, "I'm deeply disappointed in you. Your behavior as of late has been utterly unacceptable."I sigh, leaning back in my chair. I've heard this speech before. "Mother, can we not do this right now?""Oh, we will do this now," she snaps. "You've embarrassed this family enough. That fight with Marco? Is Serena calli

The café is small and dimly lit, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Natasha, Antonio, and I have been sitting here for about ten minutes, anxiously waiting for the man who claims to have information about my father, Enzo Conti, and Matteo. The tension is thick, making it hard to breathe. The hum of muted conversation around us does nothing to calm my nerves. I don't know if I'm ready for what I'm about to hear, but I have to be. It's the only way to find out what happened to them.Natasha taps her fingers against her coffee cup, her face set in a hard line of determination. "He'll show up," she says, though it sounds more like she's convincing herself than me. Antonio leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable, but I can see the worry in his eyes.Finally, the door opens, and a man in his late fifties walks in. He's wearing a dark coat, a cap pulled low over his face, making it hard to see his features. He scans the room briefly before h

Ever since moving out of Liam's beach house, I've been staying with Odette in her quaint apartment. It's a cozy space filled with plants and pastel-colored furniture—everything Odette is: vibrant, lively, and comforting. I've been trying to piece myself back together, focusing on anything other than the whirlwind of emotions and the mess that is my life. Every morning, I wake up with a tightness in my chest, a blend of anxiety and hope. Today, however, feels different.I stretch under the soft, floral-patterned duvet, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep. As I reach for my phone on the nightstand, I see an unread email notification that makes my heart skip a beat. I blink twice to make sure I'm not imagining things. The email is from my favorite art gallery in New York—Gallery Blue. With trembling hands, I open it.Dear Emma Conti,We are pleased to inform you that after reviewing your application and portfolio, we would like to offer you an internship position at Gallery Blue