All Chapters of Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marco! No, this time I am not delusional. I can confirm that it was my brother. Same eyes, same personality, same cologne. He is here to meet me, disguised as a bartender. He is alive. My brother is alive. My hands shook violently. I swallowed and tried my best to keep my expression normal. Without thinking twice, I immediately stood up. Everyone looked up at me because clearly, it was against the ethics, but right now, nothing mattered to me. Trying to appear normal, I scanned the surroundings, looking for the rooms. Just when I took one step, Nikolai came in front of me. "Alessia, where are you going?" he asked, concern etching his face. I breathed and swallowed, trying to seem normal. "I urgently need to use the washroom," I lied. His eyes flicked down to my body for a second, as they always did when he suspected me. "Nikolai, I seriously need to use the washroom," I stated in a stern voice, "now!" He tilted his head. "It's to the right," he told me. To

The silence in the mansion was almost deadly. Nikolai is very busy these days. He barely has time for anything else. As mentioned by Marco, he is actually doing something big in which he is putting his heart and soul. I haven't put the speaker in his study yet, nor have I contacted Marco. But each passing day is becoming difficult for me. I really want to be free from this home so I can start a new life with my baby, and for that, I know I have to do as Marco has said. Nikolai has invited a few clients to the house. They will have a private meeting in his study, a place that is the most secure, according to him. I need to plant the speaker today itself, or else it will be of no use. I changed hands when my right palm became too sweaty for holding the tiny recorder for long. I let out a deep breath. Nikolai hasn't left his study, which won't allow me to execute my plan. But now I have to do it no matter what. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to destroy Nikolai, but I knew I had to try

Today, Nikolai left early. Last night, he slept holding me close to him. Since I had slept a lot in the afternoon, it was hard for me to fall asleep again. I kept thinking about my decision. To get revenge for everything he has done to me and my family, I had to do this, but I am unable to cope with the guilt that is eating me from the inside. I sighed and placed the book aside. The rain had started tapping against the glass window. Nikolai hasn't returned yet. He asked me not to wait for him as he could be late. Suddenly, I remembered the phone. Marco told me that he would try to contact me through that phone. I hadn't even checked it. With Nikolai not being around and no hope of him returning early, I believed this was the right time to contact Marco or at least check the phone to see if he had left a message or anything. Stepping down from the bed, the first thing I did was check the lock on the door; I didn't want to get caught. Although Nikolai could unlock it easily, it wo

I stirred lazily in my sleep as the soft warmth of sunrays caressed my cheeks. I rolled over and pulled the blanket higher. But something felt different. The sweet, fresh, and strong scent of roses reached my senses. I frowned in my half-sleep. I wanted to sleep more, but my surroundings wouldn't let me. My hand shifted beneath the covers until it brushed against something soft. Instead of the fabric of the bedsheet, petals slipped between my fingers. My eyes snapped open. What the… Where am I? I remembered last night. After having dinner with Nikolai, I fell asleep in his arms. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly pulled down the blanket, only to be met by a surprise. The whole bed was covered with rose petals. They were scattered from the pillows to the edges of the blanket, in shades of pink, red, and white. Their thick, fresh scent filled the air. My breath caught in my throat when I saw a small chocolate cake sitting on the nightstand beside me. It also had a folded

After sending the message to Marco, I went back to the room and securely placed the purse back in the wardrobe before ensuring that I had switched off the phone. My mind was in chaos. I wanted to breathe in some fresh air. That was necessary not only for my mental health but also for my baby. So, for the rest of the day, I decided to listen to my heart. Nikolai had already given me permission to step out of the house. I didn't want to let it slip away, so I went out alone. I first went to my favorite café, had a coffee, and then went to an orphanage. I spent a few hours with the kids. They were also excited to see me after such a long time. During these three years, I have visited this orphanage. I never knew why I was so attracted to the kids, but now I understand. I may not remember my first baby, but he is still in my heart. He is always close to me. I now understand that he is the lost part of my soul that I always miss. I felt relief and peace after spending time with tho