Mafia Bride

vision and slowly fade

ers were really there, separated from me by the slightly open door.

exasperated sigh before continuing, "Answer me, Luca. What happens when she finds out that you were in the same room with her

ut that night," Luca's voice booms and just like that, my suspi

elf upright. With the footsteps of death, I start t

ind out about this; I'

complicated as before. I make it inside in no time and finally slump onto the floor. A whimper escapes my mo

the enemy's territory; one slip up and I'll

eng

tears sting again as I remember my father and for the first time, I picture him lying in

I feel a headache consume me and manage to drag myself into the bathroom. De

y I've ever seen. The walls ar

everything. I knew black and gold was a beautiful combination but lies before my e

lected on the mirror that s

th tubs and run my hand

, Luca doesn't like to share his personal space. Could it have been Giula's idea? I feel a little

learn about everything about my husband, who also doubles as my father's murderer. Whatever spe

n this state, I might do something rash and ruin my revenge before it even starts. I need to gather as much informati

of the beautiful space. Thankfully, I find my suitcase resting against a wall in the dressing room. I really need

ife of Luca Romano, the consigliere of the Romano Empire. I pick out something more befitting and applaud myself mentally.

de. A lady dressed in a maid's attire bows to me and I flinch internally. I'm used

before leading me to the garage. I'm presented with a fleet of cars; no brand unre

other meets me in the hallway and we hug warmly but she doesn't

I ever not? I need to discuss s

tea. I only ask her questions about the night of father's death. She insists father

w good a man my father was and some even burst into tears. I feel tears well up in my eyes too.

rollably, the feeling of failure overwhelming me greatly. I don

frail maid. "Si?" I ask. With her

with master on the