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30 The deafening blast from Stefania’s gun shattered the air. The world seemed to slow as the bullet tore through the space between us, its trajectory clear. But in that suspended moment, a sharp crack rang out from the opposite side of the garden–a gunshot, precise and calculated. Stefania froze The sound of fier weapon … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 30” »
29 The air in the study was thick with the scent of cedar and old paper, a quiet sanctuary amid the chaos of wedding preparations. I leaned over the desk, reviewing the final security arrangements for the villa, when my phone buzzed with a message that cut through the calm like a blade. Lorenzo: Spotted … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 29” »
28 I threw myself into Matteo’s arms, the weight of months of grief and longing crashing over me. He held me tightly, his hand cradling the back of my head as I sobbed into his chest. “I thought you were gone,” I choked out. “I thought I’d lost you.” C “I’m here,” he murmured, his … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 28” »
27 The Second Chance for & Mala Runaway Bride I couldn’t control my emotions as I cried. I didn’t want to hear anything about hope–I didn’t want to be hurt again. But deep inside, I was hoping… yearning. Silence stretched between us before Lorenzo spoke again, his tone softer. “I’m sorry, Aletta. I wasn’t trying … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 27” »
(26 I sat on the terrace, the late afternoon sun casting golden hues over the Sicilian countryside. Rolling hills stretched endlessly before me, dotted with olive groves and vineyards, their quiet beauty at odds with the storm yas she raging in my heart. The scent of fresh herbs drifted from the kitchen where my mother … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 26” »
25 The safehouse was nestled in the industrial outskirts of the city, surrounded by abandoned warehouses and overgrown weeds. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint tang of rust in the air. It was a desolate place, forgotten by time–a perfect hideout for those who wished to remain unseen. Lorenzo’s men had confirmed … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 25” »
24 *Stefania said her ‘friends‘ have him. Whoever they are, they hate the Emperio and The Emperor. My voice cracked, raw vulnerability bleeding through every word, “I need your help, Lorenzo, Please… help me rescue Matteo. Help me save the man I love.” For a moment, his face was unreadable, an impassive mask that betrayed … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 24” »
23 “You think you’re so special, don’t you, Aletta?” Stefania’s voice dripped with venom, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Born from a woman who couldn’t even hold onto her own husband. My mother stole Papa because she was better, stronger, and more deserving.” She paced in front of me, her movements erratic, the gun in … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 23” »
22 Stefania chuckled darkly, nodding to the men who tightened their grip on me. “Of course, sister. Did you really think you could walk away with something that valuable without any consequences?” Her eyes sparkled with mal as she stepped closer, her hand sliding into her purse. “You won’t get away with this!” I spat, … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 22” »
21 The next day, I arrived at the old vineyard Lorenzo had mentioned. Alone. Matteo was tied up with something important and hadn’t come home last night. He’d called to tell me he would be in Milan for three days, but something about his tone had unsettled me. It was clipped, distant, as though he … Read More “The second chance for a mafia’s runaway bride 21” »