Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Gianna2 days laterBlack. Everywhere I looked, it was black suits, veils, coats heavy against the late afternoon chill. Even the sky seemed to dim itself for the occasion, clouds swallowing what little light dared to break through. The Baldocchi burial grounds seemed regal. They were gated, walled in with old stone and iron, as private and guarded as possible. Every generation had a place here.Today, it was Vittoria’s turn.A massive portrait rested on an easel near the casket—Vittoria, poised and elegant as she always has been. White lilies framed the photograph, their scent almost suffocating in the cold air.People kept arriving. More than I’d expected. Our family was already there. Leonardo stood at the edge, his usual bravado stripped away. Amara clutched a handkerchief, her face pale. Xavier and Aria stood close together, whispering, while Domani’s jaw was tight, his gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the casket.Even Teresa had come, her usual bright energy muted, eyes downcast.

NicoI couldn’t breathe. “You have three days, Nicholas,” he said calmly, as if he were offering me an invitation, not a death sentence. “Three days to leave her. To leave everything. Or whatever scraps of the Baldocchi empire are still standing. If you don’t… I’ll blow them to bits.”My grip on the phone tightened. I couldn’t speak. My throat felt like it was closing.“Gianna,” he said her name slowly, deliberately, letting it settle between us. “She’s your only hope, isn’t she? The last piece of peace you think you have. The only thing that makes you believe you’re still worthy of breathing. I wonder how it’ll feel to watch her burn too.”Something inside me splintered.“You motherfu—”He laughed softly, as if amused by my attempt to hold ground. “You won’t win this one, brother. You’ve already lost. Tick tock.”“Fuck off,” I whispered, and ended the call.I stood there for a second, my arm falling to my side. The silence that followed felt louder than the threat.“What's wrong?” G

Nico“So Guilio was the Mole,” Gianna whispered as I undressed. It felt like I needed to scrub the blood off me, even if there was no blood. Guilio was a traitor, and this was the normal protocol. But something inside me didn’t feel right. But the evidence was against him. There was no way to make sense of all of it. He didn’t have an alibi. I knew Caelian was going to be a worse mess. He practically raised Guilio. And for the first time in all these years since I have been the capo, I had this nagging feeling inside me… What if I made the wrong decision?  “Yes,” I said shortly, wishing Gianna would just leave me alone. I am unsure why, but I felt like I couldn’t face her. “I am so sorry,” she said softly, voice full of compassion as she wrapped her hand around mine, gently kis

Nico“Now that’s a look on your face I never saw coming,” Leonardo laughed, shaking his head.“Wh…what are you all…what are you guys doing here?” I mumbled.Leonardo, Amara, Xavier, Amara, Caelian, Domani, and even Teresa stood at my doorsteps, looking way too pleased. I had no idea what they were doing here.“Well, Caelian told me you guys were moving in today,” Leo said.“And we assumed you would need food and stuff since the staff hasn’t settled in yet,” Aria added.“So here we are with food and drinks….” Xavier grinned, holding up two bottles of champagne.“We are throwing you guys a housewarming party,” Amara smiled brightly.“And don’t worry, the food is safe to eat. Neither Amara nor Aria cooked it,” Leo chuckled. “Oh, sorry…they don’t know how to. And neither does my baby sister, so…”“Ha ha…” Aria grimaced. “Now, Nico, where can we stow all this? My hands are hurting.”“Uh…in there,” I said, pointing towards the kitchen, still surprised. Aria hooted, and they all stumbled insi

NicoSlowly, so slowly as if afraid to shatter the moment, I slid my hands beneath the hem of her tee. The soft fabric slipped over her skin, revealing the warm glow of her shoulders, the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath my touch.When her tee pooled around her waist, I let my lips follow the path my hands had, planting soft kisses on every inch of exposed skin, worshipping her curves, the swell of her breasts, the smooth planes of her ribs. Gianna’s breath hitched, a quiet gasp that pulled something deep and aching loose in my chest. Her hands found mine, fingers curling around my wrists.“Nico…” she whispered, voice trembling with need and something raw beneath it.I pulled her closer, hands now tracing down the slope of her waist, over the soft curve of her hips. Slowly, reverently, I undid the clasp of her jeans. Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips, glowing in the soft light like molten gold.Slowly, I slid the jeans down her legs, pausing to cup her and trace my fing