All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The next moment, his lips captured hers, and Siena felt the kiss even more intensely this time—the faint sound of his breath hitching, the hungry movement of his mouth, the perfect mix of softness and demand in every touch.Her eyes were covered, her hands restrained, yet her other senses were heightened. Every movement of his body, every shift in his breathing, she was acutely aware of it all.She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her hands, the subtle shudder of his body each time their skin touched. God! She had never realized she affected him this much. She always knew he was drawn to her, but the way his control slipped now—the tension, the heat radiating off him—made her feel powerful.This hard, dominant man, who so often appeared cold and untouchable, was unraveling because of her? The thought sent a surge of confidence through her veins. A slow smile touched her lips as she kissed him back with growing passion, arching her back seductively, determined to drive

Cristiano walked to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a washcloth dampened with warm water. He went back to the bed, and Siena was lying there, eyes closed, legs slightly parted—the soreness preventing her from pressing them together. She flinched slightly, eyes fluttering open, as she felt him near her, his hands gentle on her tender flesh.Cristiano sat at the edge of the bed, carefully wiping her between her thighs with a warm washcloth. His eyes never left her sore pussy. His brows furrowed as he took in the red, swollen evidence of their passion.“We have to be careful,” he murmured, his voice low and serious, “not have sex for a few days.”His words made her stomach flip with a mixture of fear and embarrassment.No. She couldn’t bear it. Not now, when every restraint between them had been shattered, when she felt him inside her in every way, when she wanted nothing more than to surrender completely to him. She didn’t want to be apart from him, not for a single second

But Siena wanted to talk to her husband. She hadn’t heard his voice or seen him since last night—he had already left before she woke up. Now, her heart ached to hear him, or better yet, to see his face on a video call.Without thinking twice, she dialed his number again, this time switching to video. She quickly smoothed her hair, pressed her lips together to even out her gloss, and ran a finger under her eyes in a swift motion—just in case her eyeliner had smudged.She waited, her lips curling into a soft, sensual smile as she stared at the phone screen. But before the full ringtone even finished, the call was disconnected—from his side.He’d cut her call. If he had been busy, he would’ve texted her or at least picked up to say he’d call back—but no, he’d directly rejected it.That meant only one thing…Siena’s heart sank. He didn’t want to talk to her?She panicked and, in desperation, dialed his number again without a second thought. Holding her breath, she waited—one ring, two, th

“Well, it’s not that hard to guess, is it?” one of the girls from Carina’s gang chimed in with a mocking grin. “Everyone in college knows Fabio dumped her and married someone better. With her reputation and that rushed marriage, what else could she have gotten except an old man? I bet he’s so ugly she’s too embarrassed to show him off. That’s why she didn’t invite anyone from our class—not even you two, her so-called best friends—to the wedding. She’s ashamed and scared people will find out her dirty secret.”A round of cruel laughter filled the classroom.Siena simply shook her head, unfazed. She had never cared about what the world thought—not when she was with Fabio, not when he left her, and not even when her marriage was kept a secret. All she ever needed was a handful of people who truly loved her. Her friends understood that, and they never questioned why they weren’t invited to her wedding. Siena was grateful to have them, her real treasures.After them, Soraya, Elena, and Cri

Cristiano sighed as Siena narrowed her eyes. “What now? You don’t have an answer, my husband?” she said in an annoyed tone, turning to leave—but Cristiano’s deep, commanding voice stopped her in her tracks.“I have my bodyguards following you everywhere, amore mio,” he said evenly. “You’re safe. If anything distressing happens to you, I’m notified immediately.”His confession left Siena speechless. But it didn’t feel reassuring—it only made her realize that she could never truly make her husband worry about her. The bodyguards were always following her—discreetly, keeping just enough distance so no one would ever suspect she had them with her. Not even her classmates knew about it. Only Riya and Anna were aware of the quiet shadows that constantly watched over their friend.“So I’m safe, and you already know that,” she said finally, her voice edged with irritation. “Then why did you even come here, Cris? Your time’s too important for things like this, right? Go back to your work.”“