THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge.
Tied to a chair, it scraped against the concrete as Victor struggled. "Damn it, lady, I’ll give you this—you’ve got balls that even some men lack." he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth.
Celestina pulled back the slide, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room as a bullet locked into place, ready to fire.
She Pressed the gun to his head, "Are those your last words?" she asked coldly.
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How do you find peace when you're married to chaos itself?
You don't. You become chaos.
What would you do if your husband who murdered you and slaughtered your family proposed marriage again, and didn't recognize you?
For Aria D'Amore, the answer is simple: marry him again, and make him pay for every drop of blood.
When Aria is forced into a peace-treaty marriage with her family's enemy, she believes the war is over. Instead, Dante Vallenis uses their wedding celebration to massacre every D'Amore, making her watch before ordering her execution. She survives, barely, and "dies" in the eyes of the world.
Eight years later, she returns as Celestina Vale, the mysterious Mistress of The Graveyard, an underground network that controls the Italian mafia through secrets and assassinations. When she manipulates her way into marrying Dante again, he doesn't recognize the stranger he's obsessed with controlling.
But as she systematically destroys his empire from within, she falls for his uncle, the one man who tried to save her that night, and the one man who harbors a secret that could shatter everything she's built.
So what will it be, love or revenge?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 42“Get me the first aid!” Matteo screamed, crouching down beside the dying Lisandro, who was now on the floor.Lisandro’s eyes widened—red and watery. His head tilted, his life slipping away, every cell in his body burning. He gasped for air, his hand flying to his chest. He grabbed a fistful of his shirt, each breath he drew in hopeless, like his lungs were shot—and they were.Everyone watched, circling the dying Lisandro, their faces surprised, stunned, some even scared. One wouldn’t blame them—they had eaten the same meal. Murmurs spread like wildfire. Victor was already dialing emergency services.Enrico raked his fingers through his hair as he and Alessio stared down. Lisandro’s life was slipping away, and their faces showed it.A waitress approached, first aid in hand. “Move… move,” she muttered as she shuffled through the crowd. “Here,” she said, hand outstretched.Matteo took the box from her and yanked it open. He scrambled through it, searching for God knows what. “Fuck,” he h
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Chapter: CHAPTER 41Later that evening.“Dante, did you think this through?” Adrian asked, standing beside the sofa Enrico was seated on, his gaze fixed on the seated Dante.“Yes, uncle,” Dante muttered.“You want to risk one of our best men for the Graveyard?” Adrian retorted.Every eye flew to Dante—Victor, Matteo, and Allesio—all seated in the grand hall. For the past five years, this wasn’t like him. He didn’t act reckless anymore; he always let his enemies play into his hands. But today, he was planning the opposite.“It’s time I put her in her place,” Dante responded.“Why… Lisandro? Isn’t he too important to us?” Adrian continued.Dante gritted his teeth. He lifted his eyes to Lisandro, who was standing there in his black suit, bald head, and full beard. His face, a portrait of intimidation.“We have to make the target believable,” Dante said. “And Lisandro being important to us, the Graveyard will easily believe that someone wants him dead. That’s why it had to be him—or one of my blood.”“Why ar
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Chapter: CHAPTER 40Dante stared down at the wide table. Different types of firearms lay on it—rifles, shotguns, and handguns. He placed down the golden handgun. His eyes swept across the table, back and forth—too many options to test.He picked up a black assault rifle from the table. His eyes flickered to the target.This was his private shooting range. It lay behind his mansion. The grass swayed under the whisper of the wind. The field was vast. Dante’s men were stationed at every corner.“Dante, please… I’m… sorry. It won’t happen again,” a distant voice cried, choking in tears.At the far end, tied to a large target board, was a man—bruised. One eye swollen, lips twice their former size.Dante stepped in and steadied himself. He stood firm, feet planted shoulder-width apart, the rifle braced tight against his shoulder. One eye slightly closed, he aimed at the target board the man was tied to.“Dante, please… please…” Tears rolled down the man’s face.Dante fired.The sound cut through the calm. The
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 39Bang. Bang.A slight knock echoed into the office.Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen.“Come in,” he uttered.Creak.The door glided open.Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open.“Dante, he is here,” Victor announced.A man walked in.Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome.Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.Victor and Andrea sat down.Silence followed as Dante remained focused on his system. His gaze didn’t flicker.His eyelids lifted slightly, his gaze now on Andrea.“Good morning,” Andrea greeted.“Hope you have a name for me,” Dante said, ignoring the greeting.“It’s complicated,” Andrea replied, sitting up. “She isn’t just a ghost based on rumors… it’s like she is a real ghost.”Dante’s gaze tightened.“Don’t waste my time. A ghost?” his brow lifted.Victor, seated on the other chair, gulped hard, observing D
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 38The room was still, darkness deep. The only brightness was the monitor screen illuminating the emotionless face of Celestina. She was seated at her desk in a black knee-length attire, legs crossed, red lipstick on, a pair of red heels strapped to her feet.Creak.The hinges of her door sounded.A man walked in.“Ma’am, the Venturi family failed to complete the payment as agreed,” he said, then stood still, hands glued together behind him.Celestina’s hand trailed the rim of the glass cup on her table. Her gaze didn’t leave it. “How many hours late?” she asked, voice steely.“Twenty-four hours, ma.”Her hand halted on the rim of the glass. The wind gushing in from the window shook the red wine slightly. “And the punishment is?”“Blood, ma,” the guard muttered.Her leg dropped to the floor. She stood up, grabbed her red wristwatch. “So do the needful,” she deadpanned, wearing it.The man turned without a word and began walking out.“Wait.” Her voice echoed, firm.The man turned. Seconds
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Chapter: CHAPTER 37Eight years later.Things had changed—for the better, one would say. But this was Italy, a country where mafia empires sometimes held a stronger hand than the government.The Vallenis were firmly in control, Dante now the Don. Seven years ago, the remaining loyal guards—led by a distant relative of the D’Amore—attacked a Vallenis event. Not to take back what was stolen from them, but to make a statement.And they did.The brutal attack led to the death of Don Vallerio. After a week of severe injuries, the Vallenis announced the death of their leader.Dante took over.Many expected him to remain his impulsive, paranoid self, but he had changed. Dante was more calculative. After his father’s death, he reinstated the “eye for an eye” rule and tightened his grip on Italy. Every ticking illegal business breathing in Italy was under the supervision of the Vallenis. They had grown stronger, wealthier, and scarier under Dante.The impulsive Dante everyone once knew was now the opposite—and be
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