All Chapters of THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ANTONIOS POV “I am sorry for your loss” Gabriella said to me when we sat at the table. It was already way past midnight, my mother had finally retired to bed after insisting Gabriella tucked her in. “Thank you” I replied. “I am sorry about my mothers clinginess, I feel embarrassed” I apologized. “Thats fine, I know how mothers can be sometimes” I nodded slowly. “So, would you explain what that was about?” She asked shifting in her seat so she was facing me directly now. “What do you mean?” I asked acting oblivious of her enquiry. “I mean back at the hotel, the shooting and all.” she clarified. “Oh that.” I replied slapping my forehead. “It’s nothing to worry your pretty head over.” I said and she frowned a little. “ I’m not as weak as I look you know?” her eyes piercing through mine. “I know but trust me, this isn’t something you need to worry about” “But I was there, I heard the gunshots, and I grew worried when you dashed off” “I know…” “But you still feel I do

MARCELLA’S POV I threw myself off the bed annoyingly, my phone screen came into my peripheral vision. I quickly grabbed it to check if I had missed any calls while I slept. There was none, no call, no message nothing. Antonio had been gone for four days now and I Hadn’t heard a single word from him. My mind couldn’t rest as endless questions run through my head. Was he Safe? Was he thinking about me? What if he found someone else. ‘I really should have told him how I feel about him before he left’ I thought. What if he never comes back?. These past few days had been very stressful and painfully slow as I eagerly awaited Antonios return. He had said we would make our relationship official when he returned, and I anxiously looked forward to it. I dragged myself lazily to the bathroom, did my business and dressed up in a simple biker shorts and oversized T shirt. I planned on changing into something hotter later in the evening. I gave my father a quick nod and rushed outside, Nic

MARCELLA’S POV My voice echoed across the room as I kept screaming for mercy. The silence was deafening and the sound of my own voice bouncing off the walls scared me, I decided it was better I remained quiet. The dark room sent chills down my spine, there was a single window high up in the wall through which I could see the moon. It wasn’t bright, a half moon almost completely covered by dark clouds as it threatened to rain. I knew there was surely light in the room, I just didn’t know where the switch was. I shut my eyes tightly , inviting more darkness as I tried to focus on the space I now find my self. That didn’t help so I opened them almost immediately. My plan was to keep to the walls and do a complete circle all the way back to the door. I kept my palm pressed against the wall as I took one gentle step after the other, sobbing quietly as I went round , trying hard to avoid looking towards the center of the room. By the time I got back to the door, I was desperate, ru

ANTONIOS POV Today was Thursday, my grandmothers funeral. The atmosphere around the house was gloomy, everyone was sad and grieving the loving and amiable person my Abuela was. She lived her life well and she would be missed dearly. I stepped out of the bathroom, allowing the water on my body to drip on the floor. The sun had begun rising , its rays peeping sharply through the sky’s blue garments. I threw on my attire for the day, a black suit with a matching black leather shoes. I drenched myself in some woody cologne and gave my self a final look before heading downstairs. The living room was well decorated with some of grandmother’s favorite flowers. Her casket lay on a table close to the dining area with seats arranged facing the casket. Mother had decided last minute to cut down the number of guests and to make it as quiet as possible. I approached the casket with firm steps, spent a few seconds absorbing grandma’s look for one very last time. She looked peaceful, a tiny sm

MARCELLA’S POV “You cant keep me in here for ever, open the damn door!” I yelled, my fist banging loudly on the door, yet there was no response. I had been in here for two days without food or water and I was getting weak. The harder I screamed and knocked on the door, the more energy I lost, and the more my fathers heart was hardened against me. “I am your daughter! Let me out of here” I pleaded with my last energy, I was drifting into unconsciousness when sharp rays of lights flooded the room from the corridor outside. The silhouette that formed at the door was that of a male. “Here, I’ve got you” he said lifting me up. “Antonio? You came for me?” I asked confused, for the the voice that came sounded exactly like Antonio’s. “Yes, I came, I am so sorry for leaving you alone” his voice soothing and comforting and even though he carried me on his strong arms, I still felt like I was laying on the rigid table in the room. My arm and neck hurt and I tried to adjust my self