All Chapters of THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MARCELLAS POV Dinner was pretty much quiet, no one said anything peculiar. I had expected father to throw more light on this new business deal as the anticipation was killing me, however, I knew not to over step boundaries and ask too many questions. Zak kept busy in his phone only occasionally engaging me in one random conversation or the other. In this brief interaction, I had gathered he was an underground dealer, pretty new in the business but good at what he does. I didn’t grabs what exactly he deals in as he avoided the questions severally. I also learned from our conversation that, he had joined police academy but could not complete his training because he suffered some depression when both his parents died around that time. He however still had a few corrupt connections in the academy that gave him solid police intel relevant for his business. Occasionally when Zak was buried in his phone, Uncle Tee would stretch his neck to peek and when my eyes met his, he gave some

MARCELLA’S POVFive days had passed, and there was no sign of Uncle Tee, no word from the Mexican mafia either. The awful silence around the manor was painful and tiring, no one had visited the manor the entire week not even fathers down-liners.El Russo himself had spent most of his time sitting on the balcony upstairs staring into space. Occasionally I would see him deeply lost in thoughts, he was clearly grieving his brother but tried not to look weak before us.This morning, one of the guards had informed me that, father wanted me at the club tonight. I hadn’t stepped foot there in almost eight years but this wasn’t the time to get on father’s nerves.I was nervous as the club wasn’t a place that resonated with my soul. By the time evening came, I was already dressed and ready for the club and by eleven pm, father and I had arrived.The smell of smoke and hard liquor quickly filled my nostrils, I wiggled my nose briefly allowing it to adjust to the new smell. Several sweaty bodi

ANTONIO’S POVIt was almost a month after the shooting, the kill order was still in place yet Marcella insisted she had to go back to the Russo manor. I tried to make her stay, for her to understand she was still in danger. The shooter had been taken out by Alvarez, but I knew there were other people in search of her. Her reckless act of calling her mother easily revealed our location putting not only her life in danger but that of me and my crew. We had to move to a different location, but I asked Alvarez to keep watch over her, after-all, the last clause of the contract clearly stated, if we ever get intimate, she remains mine till I choose let her go. I honestly doubt she read the entire contract, but for now, Marcella is still mine and I have to keep an eye on her.Alvarez had informed me of every little adventure she had been on recently, and I was angry at her for promising herself in marriage to Razak Salem. He was Salvador’s right hand man, I would never have imagined he had

MARCELLA’S POVI was completely drenched by the time I got home. It had started raining heavily the moment I turned away from Antonio, the heavy rain diluting my tears and shielding it from passerby’s. I was broken, I was sad, but I tried to conceal my tears from Antonio. I tried not to turn around as I felt his heavy gaze at my back. I genuinely wanted to hug him back, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate, running into his arms at the least challenge life threw at me. I had to navigate this on my own, my sudden pledge to marry Zak had nothing to do with Antonio, and he wasn’t obliged to protect me anymore, I had to do this on my own.I had returned to the Russo manor hoping my family would understand me , hoping my mother would hug me and tell me it wasn’t my fault. Killing Salvador was self defense, I never could hurt a fly. But no, my family had to push me into the arms of another man. Forcing me into another unwanted marriage. What even shook my core was the possibility of the

ANTONIOS POVIt was midday and I wasn’t ready to move out of bed. I was not sleeping, I just lay in bed, eyes on the ceiling as my brain ran a marathon. A lot had happened over the past few weeks including the fact that I was getting a little distracted from my mission in Italy. I have been here for almost four months and I hadn’t taken any major decisions on my purpose in this country. I think my plans were perfect, I was just being a little too careful or maybe not. The men that tailed me the other day, I had no idea they were police officers. I had no business with the cops since my arrival, my mission to find out what happened six month ago had suddenly taken a different turn.No noise, no cops, but somehow I ended up killing two of their own, and I knew the consequences were dire, I had to get out of this place before it was too late.My image had been on the news for three days, I carefully avoided showing up in public unless absolutely necessary. I had also dismissed all my