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The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1793    |    Released on: 06/07/2026

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my face. "That

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at me like I'd just confessed to robb

like a romance. No dinners, no flirting, no build-up. He di

nothing

shook her head. But then, she

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ked at me like he saw more than I wanted him to. Of course, I

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didn't kno

wicked. "You really went all out an

us bab

head immedi

inked.

mly. "He's nothing, just... the cont

t. You said it over and over in the past, but I di

turned back to me. "But what if the kid grows up as

answer ri

. I had thought about love, in my own way. B

han enough love, time, and resources that can la

hen she smiled, "You're goi

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ng to be

glass. "And to the tiny human wh

ther end of the bar. "Corey, you planning to work toda

er heard of multi

away while she rolled

ights dimmer, and the bar packed with people calling for drinks. Corey and I could ba

felt like her tenth customer, "What do you th

companies, being rich. I flew back home right after the evaluatio

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he h

n't expec

in my chest. Half relief, half

doesn't get into another accident that suddenly needs my time and se

called back now, when I was already pregnant with hi

face because she reached acros

enough to carry. "You've wanted this baby for so long. And som

ed and bl

'd ever say that

again, how

at the corner of my

the bar, "Get used to it. You're not just living for yourself

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ver the music, "that ma

d my mind. I wasn't sure Dom Vitali was the

my face calm. "Then he'll j

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impossible to forget. The kind of cologne that wrap

need to t

t voice. I

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more, and didn't notice how pale I'd gone. She had no idea how t

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. I couldn't seem to draw in enough

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out someone else. Anyone else. But there was no one st

ounter in front of me, filled to the brim. I stared a

n his voice came again, m

slightly against my lip as my hands shook too badly to control it.

I would be looking straight at the man who had no idea

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hit me hard,

at as I started coughing. I tried to place it

ingle dr

e I made. Without hesitation, I lifted the glass with shaking fingers and forced m

t slowly, my pulse pounding so loud I was s

fully, forcing a polite smile.

he water was fidgeting now. He kept glancing over my should

will b

odded too fast

et against my arm and the faint scent of his co

om your p

orgot how to breathe. Heat rushed to my face, my ch

split open beneath my f

like we were old friends. "At what point did you decide

had

r, panic, regret. They crashed into me together unt

efused to

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if he had, he could not be so sure we were talki

e but

it was a lifeline, even as i

ed in this one thing

motion, respect, success. I had worked hard, yes, but I had ne

had told myself I could do this without consequences.

t here

k realization that this was the one thing I could not co

il

my hands gripping the edge

enly, despite the pounding in my chest. "I was hire

I was alre

enough, maybe I could disappea

was sti

solid, and

k gaze pressing into my skin or the warning

d flatly, almost bored. "You

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The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord
The Consequential Bride Of the Mafia Lord
“"I don't particularly care what you want, Marcelina," Domenico Vitali said flatly. "You walked away carrying something that belongs to me. That makes you mine until I decide otherwise." **** Marcelina never wanted love or marriage. She wanted a baby. After watching her mother disappear piece by piece to a hereditary neurological disorder, she makes a desperate decision. She will have a child before the illness can claim her too. But she will not pass the disorder on. So, she chooses the perfect genetic candidate. Domenico Vitali. Powerful. Untouchable. Dangerous. He was not a man people asked for favors. He was the kind of man they stole from... and prayed they survived. A man Marcelina believed she could use and never see again. One night. One calculated risk. But she was wrong. Because men like Domenico don't just disappear. When he discovers the truth, he calls the shots. "This ends one way," he tells her. "We're getting married." He does not want the baby. He does not want her. But he will rather die than have his blood born illegitimate. The longer they are bound together, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Domenico Vitali is not who she thought he was. And as secrets begin to surface, Marcelina starts to question everything. Did she truly trap a devil? Or did she step into a war she never saw coming?”