All Chapters of Loving The Mafia King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Hours have turned into days, and days have turned into weeks. Today is finally Rebecca’s rehearsal dinner, and I can hardly contain my excitement for her! She’s radiating happiness as she prepares to marry the love of her life. It’s so evident how deeply she loves Andre and the way he looks at her shows that he feels the same. They truly seem like the happiest couple, always stealing glances and sharing sweet moments together.Right now, I’m in Rebecca’s dressing room, soaking in the atmosphere as she gets ready for the big night. I’m sitting back in a cozy chair, eagerly waiting for her to step out of the closet where she’s putting on her dress. As her bridesmaid, it’s my duty to ensure everything is perfect for her and that she gets dressed on time. While she’s busy with her preparations, I take a moment to check my outfit in the mirror—I didn’t have the chance to do that earlier since I was so focused on helping Rebecca. I’m wearing a lovely blue dress that falls gracefully below m

Zoran comes back with my drink, and he, Arthur, and I dive into a conversation about life and how much we miss the carefree days of childhood. I have to admit, my day isn’t going as terribly as I initially thought it would. Don’t get me wrong; I’m genuinely happy for Rebecca—she seems to be living her best life right now. But I can’t help but feel like today could have been one of the worst days for me, especially with Richie on my mind and the memories that keep swirling around.As much as I hate to admit it, I honestly feel pretty great since I met Arthur and Zoran. We’ve been chatting back and forth so much that I haven’t even had a chance to think about Richie, which is a relief. I really want to move on and leave those thoughts behind.The more I talk to Arthur and Zoran, the more I realize how smart and insightful they are. They’re genuinely nice guys, and I think Rebecca is incredibly lucky to have them as her brothers-in-law. They bring a fun energy to the conversation—maybe a

The rehearsal party is absolutely fantastic—everything about it is just wonderful. I could easily say it’s one of the best days I’ve had since Richie and I parted ways. I never expect to feel this happy, but here I am, feeling great. For the first time in a long time, I’m able to smile, laugh, and just be myself again, surrounded by friends and good vibes.After the party wraps up, I head back to my room at Andre’s family’s house. I still can’t believe how kind they are for hosting me! They gave me one of the best rooms in the whole house, complete with a breathtaking view of the sunset and a nice bathtub that’s perfect for relaxing. I really love how amazing this place is; it feels so welcoming and cozy. Andre’s family is so nice and friendly, always making me feel at home, and even though his brothers can be a bit flirty, it’s all in good fun and doesn’t bother me at all.I take a quick shower to wash off the day, change into a comfy nightshirt that feels like a warm hug, and climb

Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued

I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh