Lahat ng Kabanata ng BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Sweat trickled down Kylie’s back, her body buzzing with exhaustion as the pounding bass reverberated through the packed dance floor. Her muscles trembled from the constant movement, and her skin glistened under the dim, flashing lights of the club. It had been hours of letting loose, of trying to escape the ever-present weight of her reality. But now her energy was waning.She glanced at Sloan and Keira, both of whom looked as wilted as she felt, their hair clinging to their damp foreheads, though smiles still tugged at their lips. Kylie reached out, touching their arms to catch their attention, and jerked her chin toward the bar. They nodded in agreement, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, mirroring her own relief.The trio wove their way through the throng of gyrating bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. The music pulsed around them like a living entity, making her feel like she was still moving even as she came to a stop at the bar. Kylie leaned against th

Roberto leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he peered into Liam’s beer, the liquid swaying in the glass. The dim lighting of the pub played tricks on him, blurring the edges of the bottle before it snapped back into focus. "You sure you haven’t had enough?" he muttered, a sarcastic edge creeping into his voice. "Are you sober?"Liam barely glanced up from his drink, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Someone has to be sober around here, make sure you lot don’t end up lost in some alleyway, passed out with your pants around your ankles."Roberto snorted, shaking his head. He turned to Devlin, who was staring at his own beer with the intense concentration only a drunk person could manage. "You hear that? He’s not even drunk."The truth stung a little more than it should have. He hadn't planned on drinking this much tonight, but when the weight of nostalgia hit him—being surrounded by his brothers, the old, familiar chaos—it had been hard to stop. His lips twisted into a grimace. "Wha

The room was dimly lit, a single brass lamp casting a soft amber glow across the mahogany desk that separated Kylie from her father. John stood at attention, delivering his report with precision, his voice low and steady.“It went off without a hitch,” he began, his tone carrying just a hint of relief.Kylie leaned forward, her fingers curling around the armrest of her chair, the leather cool against her palms. “Details?”John’s gaze flicked to her, his face impassive but his hands betraying a slight tremor. “Significant damage to the Hayes’ property. No casualties. We slipped away before they arrived to investigate.”Her chest loosened ever so slightly. She pressed for more, her voice sharper than she intended. “The night guards?”“We incapacitated them like you ordered. No permanent injuries.”The breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped her in a quiet, shaky sigh. The weight pressing on her chest eased, but only marginally. Thank God. The attack had been a necessary evil,

Roberto stood inches from his older brother, the air between them thick with tension and raw emotion. His body was taut, his fists clenched as if he were ready to strike at any moment. When his dark, anguished eyes flicked to hers, Kylie felt the weight of his pain crash over her like a wave. She couldn’t stand still. She crossed the room, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor, each step echoing louder than it should have in the charged silence.She cast a quick glance behind her, signaling to Micah and his partner to stay put. Micah gave a reluctant nod, his expression a mix of unease and silent understanding. The weight of their presence lingered even as she turned back to Roberto. By then, he was already standing directly in front of her, his towering frame radiating exhaustion and fury.Her hand hesitated midway to his arm. He looked intact on the outside, but she knew better. His grief might not be as outwardly visible as Keira’s, but it was there, simmeri

James PovI stalked through the house, each step heavy with purpose and regret biting at my heels like an unwanted shadow. There was no room for second thoughts now—not after my brother’s catastrophic attempt to prove himself. That impulsive bastard had sealed our fate the second he pulled the trigger on an Connolly.If he’d come to me, I might have stopped him. I had a plan—leverage the oldest Connolly daughter, Sophia, to put this feud to rest. But it didn’t matter anymore. His idiocy had written a new script, and we all had to play our parts.Turning the corner, I quickened my pace as raised voices filtered through the air. My gut twisted when I realized they were coming from the room I’d left her in. Damn it. Nothing was going right today.The door slammed open under my hand, revealing Ricky and two of his goons circling Sophia like wolves around a tethered lamb. She was cuffed to a chair, glaring up at them with fire in her eyes despite her vulnerable position. My brother leaned