All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Where is the turkey, Maria? Mr. Lucio still hasn’t delivered it!” Aunty Emily called out, her voice tinged with both authority and impatience. She had been overseeing the kitchen with a sharp eye, making sure everything was in place for tomorrow’s guest.Maria, who had been animatedly recounting a story, paused mid-sentence, looking flustered. “I sent the invoice to him yesterday,” she explained hurriedly. “There was a delay this morning. But he promised it would be delivered soon, and... oh, there it is now!”At that moment, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, and a small team of men entered the kitchen, each carrying large boxes labeled "Turkey." The sight was overwhelming—at least twenty boxes, stacked high, each one looking like it could feed a small village.As they brought the boxes in, the staff immediately turned to me and began to bow. The gesture caught me off guard, and I felt a rush of discomfort. Was this how things worked in Italy? Did staff automatica

--Cassie--The scenery outside the car window was breathtaking in its simplicity. The streets were clean and lined with quaint houses, their exteriors adorned with cascading flower pots and shutters painted in soft pastel tones. The beauty of the area struck me, even though it wasn’t what I had expected. There were fewer shops and cafes than I had imagined, giving the place a residential charm that felt more intimate than the bustling cities I was used to.The architecture reminded me of the town centers in the UK, where everything seemed centered around a community hub. Here, however, the shops were sparse, and the car passed by long stretches of houses interspersed with the occasional café or boutique.“So there aren’t any big shopping areas around unless you go to the town center?” I asked Valentina, who was seated beside me. She gave a small nod, her attention focused out the opposite window, as if she wanted to avoid the conversation. Her disinterest didn’t bother me, but I could

--Cassie--“Cassie!” Stephanie called out, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. I hadn’t realized I had been staring, lost in my own musings. She smiled brightly, her eyes filled with warmth, and before I could react, she was walking toward me with open arms.“Stephanie,” I said, returning her smile and stepping into the hug. Her embrace was gentle yet welcoming, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort from it. She was so beautiful, with her easy charm and infectious energy. “You didn’t tell me you knew Cassie,” Aunt Emily said, her voice filled with surprise as she looked between the two of us.“I haven’t spoken to you in days, Mom,” Stephanie replied with a lighthearted laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It was clear she enjoyed teasing her mother, and I couldn’t help but smile at the ease with which they interacted. It was such a stark contrast to the formality I had seen between Alessandro and everyone else in the house.“And whose fault is it? It’s Alessandro’s f

--Cassie--I was utterly exhausted and knew I needed some sleep before dinner. My body ached from the day's events, and all I wanted was a brief respite. I was aware that Alessandro was just three rooms away from mine, and the thought of encountering him filled me with dread. His intense glares and imposing presence had been enough to unsettle me, and I wasn’t in the mood for any confrontations.“I’ll get you when it’s time for dinner,” Valentina assured me with a kind smile. Her offer felt like a small blessing, and I nodded gratefully. As the elevator doors opened and I stepped onto my floor, I couldn’t help but smile in relief. There was no sign of Alessandro, and for a moment, I felt a sense of triumph. Finally, some peace. My happiness, however, was short-lived.The moment I opened the door to my room, my heart sank. Sitting casually on my bed, like he owned the place, was the very person I had been so eager to avoid. Alessandro. My shock must have been evident because he looked

--Alessandro--“What did you do to my daughter, De Luca?” Mr. Robertson roared the moment I stepped into the room where she lay. His voice was sharp and accusing, filled with an anger I knew all too well.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to retaliate. His outburst scraped against my already frayed patience, but I held my composure—not because I wanted to, but because I had been warned to. To my surprise, keeping my temper in check felt like the right decision, something that shocked even me. Under normal circumstances, his disrespect would have landed him in one of my cells by now.Ignoring him, I turned my focus to my Bambina. She was still unconscious, her face pale but serene. Her chest rose and fell steadily, a sight that brought me a fleeting moment of relief amidst the storm. Her well-being was all that mattered to me now—not his outbursts, not his threats.“Mr. Robertson, please lower your voice,” Aunt Emily pleaded, her tone firm but calm, an attempt to diffuse the tensi