All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Alexandro's Pov.I stood outside the operating room. My hands and face were still wet with tears. I couldn't stop the tears that kept streaming down my cheeks.Inside that room, Lucia lay on the operating table. Her thin body, which had carried two babies for eight months, now looked so small on the cold white table. The doctors and nurses moved quickly around her, whispering to each other with tense faces."Sir, we need to move your wife to the ICU. Her condition is still unstable," a doctor said.I didn't hear clearly. I only saw how they pushed Lucia's bed out of the operating room. I wanted to follow, but my feet felt heavy. I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone. I could only stand there, staring at my pale wife lying there, with tubes attached to her body."Sir, you need to wait outside the ICU. The doctor will examine your wife further."I nodded. I couldn't speak. I could only sit on the hard plastic chair in front of the ICU room, staring at the closed door. Behind that do

Alexandro's Pov.I was still sitting beside Lucia's bed, holding her hand, which was starting to grow warm again. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was steady. The doctor said she would wake up in a few hours. I waited. I would wait as long as it took.The door opened without a knock. Two uniformed police officers entered with firm steps. Their faces were serious, without smiles. One of them pulled out a badge and showed it to me."Mr. Alexandro De Luca?"I looked at them. "Yes.""We're from the police. We need you to come with us."I blinked. "What's this about?""There are some matters we need to clarify. We ask for your cooperation."I looked at Lucia. I didn't want to leave her, but I also didn't want to cause a commotion in front of her."Can't this be done here?""I'm sorry, sir. It's procedure. We have to take you to the police station."I sighed. I stood up, carefully releasing Lucia's hand."I'll go, but I need to inform my guard.""Of course."I walked to the doo

Alexandro's Pov.After hours of wrestling with endless piles of documents and reports, I finally decided to go home. Not to the mansion, but to the hospital. I had been away from Lucia and my children for too long. Work could wait, but my family couldn't.I showered at the office, changed into a clean suit that I always kept in the spare closet. I combed my hair, trimmed my beard that had started to grow thick, and put on Lucia's favorite perfume. I wanted to look fresh for her and knew she didn't like it when I looked tired and disheveled.On the way to the hospital, I bought a box of her favorite chocolates and a bouquet of red roses. I also brought small toys for our babies. Colorful star-shaped toys. I didn't know if they could see them yet, but I wanted to give them something.When I arrived at the hospital, I walked quickly to Lucia's room. I opened the door slowly, afraid of disturbing her if she was sleeping. But she wasn't sleeping. She was sitting up in bed, holding one of o

Alexandro's Pov.I had a long day at the office. Meeting after meeting filled my schedule without pause. There were meetings with the finance team, discussions about business expansion, negotiations with foreign partners, and reports that needed immediate signing. But in between all that busyness, I always made time to open my phone and watch the videos Gianna sent.Videos of Lucia smiling while holding our babies. Videos of my daughter starting to open her eyes wide. Videos of my son moving his tiny hand like he was waving at the world. I smiled every time I watched them. The mounting work felt lighter.That afternoon, a courier entered my office with a large cream colored envelope. On it was the mayor's office logo. Davian Ricci. I opened the envelope cautiously. Inside was an official letter signed by Davian himself. It asked me to use my services as a contractor to build his new house.A grand, luxurious house on a five hectare plot on the outskirts of the city. With very detailed

Alexandro's Pov.Fabio's condition remained critical for the next two days. I went back and forth from the hospital to the mansion, from the mansion to the hospital. Every time I was by his bedside, I hoped to see his eyes open. But all I saw was his body lying still, surrounded by tubes and machines blinking with monotonous green numbers.The little girl, his daughter named Sofia, started to get used to my presence. She was still quiet, still rarely spoke, and often cried at night. But she started to eat, started to bathe, and started to play with Davina in the garden. Lucia, who was already recovering, often kept Sofia company, reading her stories, drawing with her.I watched how Lucia cared for Sofia with such tenderness, like she was her own child. I smiled seeing that. Lucia truly had a big heart.But deep in my heart, there was a worry that kept gnawing at me. Who did this to Fabio? Davian? Or someone higher than Davian? I couldn't confirm yet. But I knew, when Fabio woke up, he