Semua Bab BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS: Bab 41 - Bab 50

--Cassie--We had finally made it to the karaoke room, a private space tucked away in the building. The door clicked shut behind us, and Michelle smugly slipped the keys into her pocket, flashing a mischievous grin.“Leave the key at the door, please,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.She laughed in response, brushing off my request. Instead of complying, she sauntered over to the stage, clearly relishing her role as the instigator of chaos tonight.The room itself was cozy but spacious enough for our group. Soft, ambient lighting gave the space a warm, inviting glow, while colorful LED strips around the stage and ceiling hinted at the fun to come. A sleek karaoke machine stood front and center, with a pair of microphones resting neatly on its stand. Plush booths lined the walls, offering plenty of seating, and a fridge stocked with drinks—both alcoholic and non-alcoholic—waited temptingly in the corner.I slid into one of the booths, watching as the girls gathered around the machi

--Cassie--But as the helicopter soared higher, I realized my assumption might have been wrong. Scattered between the vast greenery were houses—no, mansions. These weren’t your typical country homes with white picket fences and rustic charm. They were architectural marvels, each more opulent than the last. Expansive estates with manicured gardens, infinity pools, and ornate fountains gleamed like jewels amidst the sea of trees.“Definitely not the countryside,” I whispered under my breath. The isolation of the area, surrounded by acres and acres of forest, gave it a secluded feel, but the sheer luxury of the homes rivaled that of the finest neighborhoods in New York.Despite the awe-inspiring scenery, my mind wandered. I wasn’t particularly interested in this shopping trip. The idea of buying trinkets or clothes felt trivial compared to the weight of everything else in my life. Still, I had one small goal: to find a souvenir for Aunt Sophia. She had been dropping hints for weeks about

--Cassie---Yesterday was utterly exhausting. After the trip to the mall, I felt as though I’d run a marathon, both physically and emotionally. Stephanie’s words about replacements arriving at the shop within thirty minutes proved true. By the time we left, the shop was already buzzing with new staff, seamlessly filling the roles of the dismissed employees. It was almost eerie how efficient the entire process was.What unsettled me even more, however, was how Stephanie took every opportunity to announce to the shop attendants that I was Alessandro’s wife. Every store we entered, she would say it as if it were some badge of honor, and I would cringe internally each time. I didn’t want anyone to know. It wasn’t that I was ashamed—it was more that I wasn’t certain of my future with him. What if things didn’t work out? What if I left him one day? But Stephanie dismissed my concerns outright, insisting that such a thing wasn’t going to happen.Despite my insistence that I didn’t need or wa

The location for Mr. Rossi’s party had been changed to the mansion, and I overheard the children’s excitement about coming here. The event was set to start at one in the afternoon, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.In the kitchen, the cooking was nearly finished, and the atmosphere was light, almost celebratory. The girls and I were chatting and laughing, trying to keep things upbeat. Despite their energy, I couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on me. Last night had been brutal.I cried throughout the night, letting out all the frustration, anger, and helplessness I felt about my situation. I didn’t care if the girls heard me. They probably did, but none of them mentioned it. How could they understand how trapped I felt? No matter how much they tried to make me feel welcome, this place wasn’t home—it wasn’t even close.But I had a plan, at least in my mind. I wasn’t going to stay here forever. I’d find a way to leave, to escape this suffocating isolation and carve out a

--Cassie--The party was in full swing at the back of the house, a vibrant display of joy and energy. The yard had been transformed into a child’s paradise, complete with a trampoline, inflatable slides, and various games scattered around. Children’s laughter filled the air as they ran about, their faces glowing with happiness as they explored every activity. The colorful decorations—streamers, balloons, and banners—added to the lively atmosphere, making it feel like a scene straight out of a storybook.I chose a chair tucked slightly away from the bustle, hoping to stay under the radar for a while. Sitting there, I observed the chaos of the party with a distant gaze, my mind wandering. I wasn’t particularly in the mood to mingle and planned to retreat back into the house soon enough. My eyes scanned the crowd, unconsciously searching for Alessandro, Mr. Rossi, or even his ever-present best friends. None of them were anywhere in sight.“Looking for someone?” a voice interrupted my tho