All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

--Alessandro--The past two days have been anything but smooth. Cassie still hasn’t woken up, and now a doctor is flying to America. One of the best doctors in the world is there, and it feels like the only hope left.Mr. Robertson is seething with anger, his fury practically radiating off him like heat from a blazing fire. His glares could melt steel, and I can’t even blame him. Last night, Cassie’s fever had spiked so high that even the pack doctor grew alarmed, calling it dangerous to her health. We sat by her side the entire night, taking turns dabbing cold water on her forehead in a desperate attempt to bring the fever down.The fever broke two hours ago, but the unease in my chest hasn’t subsided. Sleep has been a distant dream—I couldn’t close my eyes knowing she was lying there so pale, so fragile. Regret churned in my gut, a bitter companion to the growing fear that I might lose her.I had tried to convince myself, and even my closest confidants, that this connection with her

--Alessanfro--“Did Dante notice something that made him act that way?” I wondered aloud, referring to his abrupt withdrawal from the pack’s affairs after the incident with Cassie. He hadn’t spoken much since it happened, his guilt suffocating him like a thick fog.Marco shook his head, walking over to my desk and settling into the chair opposite me. “He must’ve heard what the doctor said, but fear’s got him locked up inside his own head,” he said. “He probably blames himself for not being vigilant enough.”I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples as frustration simmered just beneath the surface. “How can we catch the person responsible now? The CCTV footage was deleted, and we’ve lost any solid leads.”Marco tilted his head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “We’ll bring in someone who can recover it,” he said, his confidence unwavering.I met his gaze, catching the subtle spark of determination in his eyes. “The boy,” I muttered, understanding his meaning.Marco nodded

--Cassie--It was evening now, and the girls and I were planning to go swimming. Surprisingly, there was an indoor pool in the house, and it was heated to perfection. The warm water would be a welcome escape, a small slice of normalcy in the midst of everything. My room had been changed, and I was still on the same floor as Alessandro, though my room was at the far end of the hallway. I wasn’t facing the woods anymore, which gave me a strange sense of relief. Instead, I was facing the side of the house, and to my surprise, the view included a set of stables. I couldn’t help but be shocked; I hadn’t expected to see horses, or even the stables themselves. But it wasn’t the worst thing—it was quieter here, a little more removed from everything else.I had planned a lot of activities for the girls and me, to try and take my mind off the chaos. A dip in the pool seemed like the perfect way to unwind, even if it was temporary.But for now, I was with my friends, and that was enough. For to

--Cassie--“I need to see Alessandro, please,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the nervous energy bubbling beneath my skin.He nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. I walked in, the soft thud of the door closing behind me signaling that I was now fully committed to this confrontation. The room was a symphony of wealth and refinement. The air was infused with the earthy scent of wood and pine, grounding yet intoxicating. It felt like stepping into another world, one far removed from my own.My gaze wandered, unwillingly captivated by the space. The bed was enormous, draped in dark, luxurious linens, and edged with what looked like real gold. The wardrobes were equally opulent, their intricate designs glinting in the dim light. The sheer extravagance of it all made my head spin. How rich was this man? I thought, momentarily distracted. But I shook the thought away. I wasn’t here to admire his wealth—I was here to get answers and to put this chapter behind me.“Wha

--Cassie--Her words caught my attention. The horse was indeed commanding, his posture exuding dominance, much like Alessandro himself—his presence was unmistakable. And it made me think back to the boy at the orphanage, the one who had seemed to have that same intense, almost dangerous energy."Don’t go near him, Michelle, or he’ll kick you so hard that you’ll land in the hospital," Stephanie warned sharply. Michelle hesitated for a moment, then backed away quickly, clearly respecting the warning."Sorry for getting here late," a voice suddenly interrupted our moment of silence. I looked up to see the man who had been tending to the horses earlier. He was leading one of the horses away from the field, and though his tone was apologetic."Why do they bow?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. I had noticed this ritual every time someone addressed me, but this was the first time I was asking about it. Stephanie’s response was careful as if she wasn’t sure how to answer."It’