All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Fabio left after giving long instructions about what I should eat, what I should avoid, what time I should rest, and when I should come back for an ultrasound.There was a tiny life growing inside me, something I never thought I would have.The door closed. The sound of Fabio's car faded in the distance. Now it was just the two of us in this room. I was still lying on the bed, a thin blanket covering my legs. Alexandro was still sitting beside me, but he wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my stomach. Both of his large, rough hands were now placed gently on my still-flat belly.He didn't speak.I didn't speak. Then Alexandro bowed his head. His black hair fell slightly over his forehead. He kissed my stomach."Ale?" I whispered.He didn't answer. He kissed my stomach again, and again, and again. His thin lips pressed against the fabric of my nightdress, as if he wanted to feel the tiny life inside there directly. Then I heard a sobbing sound.Alexandro was crying."Ale?" I to

Author's Pov.A few days later.Marco entered the office hurriedly. Tablet in his hand, face tense. Alexandro, who was sitting behind his mahogany desk, immediately looked at him."What?" asked Alexandro.Marco swallowed. "Sir, regarding that dark web site, Mrs. Lucia's name is gone."Alexandro blinked. "What do you mean?""Everything is gone. The listings under Mrs. Lucia's name, her photos, the price that was set, all of it. No trace. The site is still active with other targets, but Mrs. Lucia's name no longer appears anywhere."Alexandro stood up. He walked to the large glass window, his back to Marco."We've checked multiple times. I checked it myself. The cyber team did too. But there's nothing. Everything vanished overnight. No notification. No reason. No trace of who deleted it."Alexandro turned around. "Are you sure?""I'm sure, sir."Alexandro walked to his desk, grabbed his laptop, and opened the dark web site with fingers moving quickly. A string of random numbers and lett

Author's Pov. After Elena was taken to the guest room, the atmosphere in the large house slowly returned to calm. Isabella went back to the reading room, although her mind was still a mess. Lucia said goodnight to Alexandro and went upstairs to rest. Alexandro himself did not immediately follow his wife. He walked to his office on the second floor. The room was silent. The lights had not been turned on yet. Only the twilight light from the large glass window illuminated the room in a reddish-orange glow. Alexandro walked to the corner of the room, where a large canvas covered with a white cloth stood. He slowly removed the covering. On the canvas was a painting of a woman in a red dress. Unfinished. Her face was still vague, only rough lines forming her cheekbones, chin, and lips. But from her body posture, depicted with full curves, it was clear who the woman was. Lucia in her version before she started losing weight. With chubby cheeks, flabby arms, a rounded stomach. Alexan

Author's PovAlexandro blinked. He lifted his own arm, smelled his armpit, then smelled the back of his hand. No odor. He had just showered before leaving the office. His soap still clung to his skin. Even his cologne was still faintly perceptible, the woody, tobacco scent that Lucia often said calmed her down."I don't smell," he said."You do smell!" Lucia covered her nose with the edge of her shirt. Her face was pale. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she was holding back something rising from her stomach. "Go away, Ale! Don't come near me!"Alexandro stepped back. "But I just showered...""I don't care! I'm going to throw up!"Alexandro stepped back again. Two steps. Three steps. Now he stood near the door, staring at his wife with a confused expression. He didn't understand. Lucia had never complained about his smell before. Even back then, when he came home late at night smelling of sweat and cigarette smoke, Lucia still hugged him. But now, with a body still fragrant from

Alexandro sat in his office with his laptop open in front of him. The screen displayed the faces of executives from various countries: Singapore, Japan, Germany, and America. An important meeting about expanding the property business into the European market. Usually, he would be one hundred percent focused. But today, his mind was divided. Because in the bedroom, Lucia was lying weak after vomiting that morning. "Mr. De Luca, shall we move on to the next agenda?" a man's voice came from the screen. Alexandro blinked. "Yes. Continue." He tried to focus. Graphs. Numbers. Profit projections. Market risks. All of it he usually mastered easily. But today, those numbers seemed blurry before his eyes. Because in his ears, the sound of Lucia vomiting still echoed. In his mind, there was still a worry he couldn't ignore. "Sir, are you alright?" asked a woman from Japan. "I'm fine. Continue." The meeting went on for almost two hours. Alexandro occasionally answered, occasionally gave in