All Chapters of A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christopher Lawson;“No, Chris. I understand you perfectly.” Juliet's voice trembled with heartbreak, every word laced with quiet pain. “No man would want to raise another man's child as his own. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the truth, isn’t it?”Her words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I could feel the sting of her disappointment, a bitterness that I knew I deserved for the careless way I had phrased my question. Annabelle wasn’t my blood, but that didn’t matter to me. I didn’t know much about her father or why he wasn’t in the picture—and frankly, I was grateful for his absence. Because in my heart, I wanted that little girl to be mine. Blood be damned.I stepped closer to Juliet, whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her vulnerability made my chest ache. “The last thing I’d ever do is separate a mother from her child. And the first thing I want to do… is accept Annabelle as my own.”Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face as she searched mine for any sign of moc

Vincenzo Dante Volvok:The day started as peacefully as a mobster’s life could—emails, vodka, and occasionally wondering why I hadn’t burned my enemies to ash yet. I decided to work from my study, avoiding the circus that is the office. My peace was interrupted, however, by the thought of Venom.Venom. My ever-reliable right-hand man had asked for one day off. Reasonable. What wasn’t reasonable? The fact that one day turned into three, without so much as a call, text, or smoke signal.The knock on my door dragged me from my thoughts. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Venom entered, looking like he’d lost a fight to a garbage truck. Bruises painted his face, and his suit looked like it had been crumpled under a drunk elephant.“Well, well,” I drawled, leaning back in my chair. “If it isn’t the man of the hour. What happened, Venom? Did you moonlight as a punching bag for charity, or did you just lose a very aggressive game of tag?”“Boss,” he greeted, bowing his head.“No, no,”

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON;Life is full of unexpected twists and turns, one moment you hate something, another moment you cannot do without that thing. Life is a merry-go-round spin, it has its ups and it's down. It's up to you to decide what side you are on. Typically, I should be thinking of escaping this hell hole, bouncing off the gates of hell even with big guns aimed at me. The Victoria I knew would risk her life a million times for her freedom, but that ain't happening anytime soon.I clamored for my freedom, I prayed for a breakthrough and wished that the devil died in his own sleep, but all of those seemed useless and once his hands were on me, I seemed to forget my own identity and become whatever he wanted of me. Vincenzo isn't just any jerkface, he is my jerkface, not any dick head but my personal dick head. Sleeping with him wasn't part of the plan, but every moment is so magical I could only think of how great the next session is gonna be. He drills the living daylight

Victoria Bella Washington;Gabby was all smiles, her excitement evident as she watched the scene unfold before her. The air buzzed with energy, but I could feel the heat of the stares as Vincenzo gently led me off the stage. His hand rested firmly on my back, guiding me toward the lavish display of food.“What would you like, little mouse?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.The nickname made me blush, leaving me momentarily speechless. My palms grew clammy, and I could barely meet his gaze. Sensing my hesitation, Vincenzo took charge, expertly filling my plate with an assortment of delicacies. I watched him, grateful yet nervous, as his attention stayed focused on the task at hand.Behind us, a voice cut through the festive air like a knife.“I see you haven’t told him yet!” Marianne’s tone dripped with venom, loud enough to turn a few heads. She was aiming for a scene, and she was succeeding.“Tell me what?” Vincenzo asked, feigning innocence as his sharp eyes darted between Mari

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON;Vincenzo never planned to go home with me that night. After we had exited the hall we both went for the Limo, but he just held the car door open and made sure I safely entered. He said something about having a business to take care of; even when I apologised to him about making him leave the gala early he went on his knees and assured me he anticipated this.The ride home was long and lonely, I suddenly missed him. So much for being the one to peel the clothes off me. My inner mind grumbles. I lazily peeled off my clothes and headed to the bathroom. The warm water calmed a lot of tensed muscles in my body, the bodywash added another freshness to my skin. I No longer felt like the girl my adopted Mother picked on, I needed to find out more about my real parents, they must be out there.I really do not understand what could make a mother abandon her child or leave her up for adoption. I'm not one to judge, but I shall get to the bottom of it. I came out of th