Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA'S WRONG BRIDE : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Aaliyah’s POVThe city comes alive as the plane taxis along the runway. It has been nine long years, but I still miss nothing about it. And I won't be here if it isn't so important.“You’ve arrived in John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York,” a hostess’ voice rings through the space. I blur out the rest of her speech that I have heard a million and one times about disembarking a plane.Because I have been on more flights than I can count in the last nine years. Just not one coming to New York.I still remember the look in her eyes shortly before I was whisked away in the private jet out of the city. The lifeless pools watched me, as if judging me for what I knew. For what I wasn’t saying.And now that I am back, I just hope I have enough strength in me to keep it hidden. With my suitcase in one hand and my phone pressed against my ear, I walk towards the arrival gate, hoping my father remembered I asked for a ride to come get me at the airport. One of the security men winks

Aaliyah’s POVThe music reaches its peak in the background, teasing every fabric of my being. It doesn’t help that the one person I hate the most in the entire world is right in front of me, his hands on my waist, and his fingers teasing the exposed skin under my hoodie. "What makes you think I am going to follow you onto the dance floor, Max?"His lips quiver in a smirk. “That wasn’t a request.”I wrap my hands around my frame, putting a small barrier between us. “I am not dancing with you, Max.”He pulls me impossibly closer to him, his hold on my waist tightening even further. “You might want to consider that, mafia princess. I don’t think your father is exactly pleased you are denying his in-law a dance.”I am about to scoff when my gaze lands on my father, who is now dancing with Iris. He shakes his head subtly, a stern expression on his face. One I know all too well.I have the liberty to refuse, but that only means I will have to be on the next flight back to Rome. I can’t go

Aaliyah’s POVI know I have to talk to Iris about it, as it is one thing to play this game with Max and another to actually have my sister agree to it.At the end of the day, it's her engagement, and if this plan fails, his home is going to be hers. There's little influence I can make if she doesn't consent to it in the first place.Wheeling my suitcase back into the estate, I make my way upstairs, returning to the hallway I used to play in years ago.The rug has been replaced by marble, and the covering on the wall is now a pristine white. I remember our mother yelling at us to stop running in the hallway when we were still younger. Her voice would travel through the walls, echoing until it reached us. It used to make me laugh, how it sounded like she was in the bathroom screaming for us to hand her her towel. Those were the days I thought I’d have her protection forever. Daddy never paid me any mind when I went playing soccer with the boys in my school, or when I refused to wear f

Chapter SevenAaliyah's POV It's really hard to discuss with Iris, with how on edge she seems to be all the time.I wonder if she fakes the sophistication and extreme calmness she displays when she's in an open setting or whenever she's standing next to Max. I hold tight to the little purse I got from the street side in Rome, and press on it. The rest of the drive to Bianchi's estate is very calm. I did not want Iris to shout at me again. We keep glancing at each other on several instances, but we do not say anything. We arrived very late at night. There is almost no one left on the streets of the estate. The buildings tower higher and more sophisticated than the one in Moretti's estate.We drive into a larger building in the estate. It shows that they are the powerhouse of the estate because it is such a large building. “Wow!” Iris's first step out of the car is accompanied by an exclamation that shows her excitement. She squeals and hops slightly but immediately catches hersel

Aaliyah's POVIt will be nicer if my dad gets into trouble than my sister for living with such a man. I mean, he should have been wise to have agreed to the union of his favourite daughter and his worst enemy. I end the call with Sofiyyah holding dear the advice that she gave to me. Max is desperate and evil enough to be planning havoc with how he gave me the opportunity to convince Iris to stay with them.I have to make sure I don't fall into his traps and I'm not a victim of his games.I lie down, wrapping myself with the hairy duvet on the bed. I must say, it was really comforting to stay in the room I was given. It feels so cozy, and everything in it feels like wealth.The loud laughs of Max's guards as they parade the hallway wake me earlier than I intend.I do not know what the fuck is wrong with those people. They keep walking down every part of the hallway and they don't even seem to know where they are headed. I don't know if that's a way they behave to wake the people sl