All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE ITALIAN ALPHA MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

--Cassie--"Cassie," Hailey called out, her voice hesitant, muffled through the door.I didn’t respond. Instead, I sat on my bed, eating the food Alessandro had brought, my thoughts swirling. I wasn’t in the mood to face them, not after everything that had happened. Yes, it was their personal lives, but we were supposed to be more than just friends—we were sisters. The sting of their secrecy still burned, and I didn’t trust myself to speak without letting my emotions spill over."We’re sorry. Can you please open the door?" their voices chorused through the door, pleading. But I wasn’t interested in their apologies, not now."I’m disappointed, girls," I finally said, my voice steady but laced with hurt."We know," they replied softly, their regret evident."It’s time for dinner," they said, trying to coax me out."I’ve already had my dinner," I replied curtly, slipping on my headphones. I needed to drown them out, to create a barrier between their voices and my churning thoughts. I did

--Cassie--I don’t know what came over me as I suddenly flung myself into his arms. He looked taken aback, his body stiff as I hugged him tightly, but I didn’t care. For once, I needed to lean on someone—someone I could show my vulnerability to, someone who wouldn’t judge me. I wanted to feel the release of being seen for who I truly was, even if it was just for a moment before I had to put myself back together and return to being the person I was expected to be."Shhh," he said softly, his hand gently patting my back. His touch was comforting, like he was trying to soothe the storm inside me, but it didn’t stop the tears from spilling down my face. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. They poured from me, soaking his white shirt, but I didn’t care."It’s okay," he whispered, his voice filled with something raw—something I hadn’t expected. It was a rare vulnerability I hadn’t heard from him before, and it made the tears fall even harder."Why does everyone dislike me?" I asked, my voice

--Cassie--Alessandro was still not back, and boredom had settled over me like an unwelcome companion. We were having a movie night—the girls and I—but the silence between us lingered. Though we hadn’t spoken much, there was a quiet understanding in our shared company. Tonight, however, didn’t feel like the right time to confront anything deeper, so we let the evening pass without addressing the tension hanging in the air.I was waiting for Alessandro to return so I could finally retire for the night. My emotions were tangled—I was angry at him for leaving me here without a second thought, yet I still found myself longing for his presence. It didn’t make sense, not even to me. How could I feel so annoyed yet so desperate to be near him?The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts, and I instinctively glanced over. Finally, he was back. My heart betrayed me by racing at the sight of him, but I quickly composed myself. I wasn’t about to act like I had been waiting for him,

--Cassie--We were in the middle of choosing dresses, and the experience was absolutely magical. The room felt like a dream, filled from floor to ceiling with gowns of every style, color, and fabric imaginable. The air was heavy with the faint scent of lavender, mingling with the excitement that buzzed between us. It wasn’t just the dresses that made this moment special—it was Alessandro.He was here, standing in the center of the room, meticulously sifting through the racks as if this task was the most important thing in the world. The shop attendants looked completely stunned. It wasn’t every day that someone like Alessandro, who carried himself with such authority and grace, would take his time to personally help someone choose a dress. Yet here he was, carefully picking gowns and holding them out for my approval.It warmed my heart. Alessandro had always been attentive, but this felt different. Could it mean he was ready to take things to the next level? Was this the moment before

--Cassie--The room was breathtakingly glamorous. The chandeliers, massive and intricately designed, hung high above, casting a golden glow that shimmered off every polished surface. The atmosphere was opulent, almost surreal, as though I had stepped into a world reserved for the elite.As we made our way further inside, the stares continued. Alessandro, however, seemed completely unfazed. He moved with a natural confidence, exuding an air of authority that made it clear he belonged here. He looked like the man of the hour, and judging by the way people murmured and whispered, he was enjoying every second of it."Oh, she’s so young," I heard someone mutter nearby."Look at those curves—and that face. She probably went under the knife."The words stung, but instead of ignoring them, I turned and met the speaker’s gaze directly. She froze, her expression shifting from smug confidence to startled surprise. I held her gaze for a moment longer, making it clear I had heard her, then turned