All Chapters of The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THIRD POVThe party was amazing. The view was breathtaking, the ocean shimmering under the moonlight, and for the first time, Bella truly understood what it felt like to be under a sky full of stars in the middle of the ocean.She closed her eyes, letting the music pulse through her and the soothing scent of the ocean invade her senses. It felt serene.These were the kinds of nights she wanted to remember forever. The feeling was comforting and it almost felt like a dream.“I’ve always wanted to come to a yacht party,” she murmured to herself, smiling.With a contented sigh, Bella pulled out her phone, determined to capture the moment. She snapped a few pictures before switching to Snapchat.“Carmen will be so jealous,” she giggled, making silly faces as she recorded videos.But then, Bella froze. A man with a cold, unreadable expression stared straight into the camera, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A shiver ran down her spine and a deep sense of unease twisted in her gut.Slowly,

BELLAI couldn’t take my eyes off Vincent.The entire car ride, I stayed glued to him, my gaze tracing over every bruise, every cut, every sign of the pain he endured. He knew this wasn’t like me worrying and hovering but he didn’t say anything.By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the doctor was already waiting, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave his side. Not while he was still at risk.Not when I knew he was hurt because of me.He could have run. He could have saved himself. But instead, he came back for me. He took every punch, every blow, just to make sure I was safe. And that knowledge sat heavy on my chest, making it harder to breathe.Now, the room was empty. Just the two of us.I balanced two steaming bowls of soup on my lap, carefully bringing a spoon to his lips. Vincent gave me a confused look, his brow slightly furrowed.“Eat,” I said softly. “You can’t strain your arm.”His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but instead, he nodded. Without another word,

BELLA“Bella!”Carmen’s whisper yell snapped me out of my trance, and I flinched, my heart slamming against my ribs. My head whipped around as I scanned the classroom, half expecting someone else to have caught me slipping into my thoughts again.Carmen frowned. “What the hell? What’s wrong with you?”I let out a tired sigh and slumped forward, resting my head on my folded arms atop my desk. “Nothing.”Nothing.Except that my mind wouldn’t shut up. Except that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Like a shadow, like a constant presence haunting the edges of my thoughts, refusing to leave. Vincent was everywhere.I squeezed my eyes shut. I need to stop this. I need to focus on school. I can’t keep getting distracted like this.Carmen wasn’t convinced. “It can’t be nothing. You’ve been spacing out all day, and you look worried. What’s bothering you?”I hesitated before muttering, “I’m fine. I’ve just been thinking, but it’s nothing serious.”Carmen stared at me blankly.“Do I look stupid

BELLAI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me with more force than necessary. My heart was pounding, my face burning, and I could still hear the distant hum of conversation from the dining room downstairs. How is she always so bitchy and annoying?I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as the image of Camilla’s smug little smile replayed in my head. Why was I feeling so angry? I wanted to rip that stupid, flirtatious grin right off her face.A frustrated groan tore from my throat, and I buried my face into my pillow. “I can’t believe I’m feeling this way over Vincent!” I shouted, my voice muffled by the fabric.This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who got worked up over a guy, especially not Vincent. And yet here I was, practically shaking with jealousy.My insides burned as I replayed the way she leaned in just too close, the way she had carelessly run her hands over his body and he let her.“Why did he have to bring her to dinner, of all things?” I mumb

THIRD POVIt was a bright and lovely evening. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the streets in a warm glow as Camilla busied herself in her shop, attending to her final client for the day. She expertly weaved through the strands of Mrs. Xander’s hair, her fingers moving with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times.Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar car pulled up outside.Her heart skipped a beat. Vincent.For a moment, she simply stared, her breath catching in her throat. It had been a week, seven long days of unanswered calls and ignored messages. Frustration had brewed inside her, simmering into anger. But now, as she watched him through the shop’s glass window, a different feeling overtook her. Excitement and Anticipation.“He’s here,” she mumbled under her breath, trying to ignore the ridiculous flutter in her chest.Her fingers fumbled slightly as she reached for a hairpin, but she quickly composed herself. Now was not t