The Mafia Widow's Revenge
When Elena Russo's husband, the formidable mafia boss Lorenzo Russo, is brutally murdered, her life is shattered. But as she delved deeper into his past, she began to doubt all she thought she knew about him. Secrets emerge—dangerous ones—and she wonders if she ever truly knew the man she married. With each discovery, the distinctions between love, treachery, and revenge become less clear.
Adrian DeLuca, a powerful rival with a personal vendetta, becomes the prime suspect. He not only owned a stake in Lorenzo’s casino but had a heated confrontation with him just a day before his death. But Adrian has his own demons—forever haunted by his mother’s brutal murder at the hands of his father’s enemies. Determined to prove himself to the man who never saw him as enough, Adrian sees Elena as both a key to the truth and the woman he’s secretly desired for years.
With the truth emerging and unseen foes waiting in the shadows, Elena must decide if she can trust Adrian to help her solve the mystery of Lorenzo's death. But as the truth emerges, it threatens to shatter the illusion of the man she once loved, forcing her to choose between vengeance, survival, and a passion she never expected.
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-sevenELENA Sarah was already bouncing around the room, holding up two completely opposite dresses and asking which looked more “Saturday-slay” appropriate. I gave her a small smile as she spun toward the mirror, already lost in her fashion world. I admire that about her—how she could simply live in the moment, find something beautiful in the middle of chaos.“Text me when you get to the store,” I said softly.“I will,” she replied, pausing in her whirlwind of activity to glance at me. “You sure you don’t want to come?”“I need to check on Dad,” I murmured, glancing at my phone. “And figure out what I’m wearing to this… ridiculous event.”She gave me a quick hug and a knowing smile before grabbing her purse and slipping out the door. The silence she left behind hit me harder than expected.I sank onto the edge of the bed and called Dad. The line clicked once, then twice, before his voice came through—sleep-rough, but steady.“Elena?”“Hey,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “Just checking on
Last Updated: 2025-05-04
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-- SixDELUCA We had gotten down to the location, the insistent beeping of the GPS tracker as we drove down the secluded highway indicated that Colton was still on the move but was getting considerably slower than before, his gas must have been giving up on him.It soon came to a stop and I felt my heartbeat increase as fear racked through my whole body, I couldn't fail in protecting him, not this time at least.I urged the car to go more faster by stepping on the accelerator and was soon flying down the streets, cutting down corners as I followed the map and soon the sound of shooting began to fill my ears and fear clenched it's fist around my heart as I felt a rapid headache begin to form behind my eyelids.Arriving at the destination and finding shots being fired at Colton's blue truck had my blood boiling as I immediately pulled out my gun, rolled down the side of my glass window and just as they turned to check up on what was happening, I shot one straight to the skull and heard curses
Last Updated: 2025-05-03
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FiveELENA I growled loudly as I flung the box against the wall, rage pulsing through my veins. This had been my one chance to get something—anything—to move forward, and it turned out to be a lousy prank?Dante was really testing me, pushing my limits just to see how far my patience would stretch.I had never felt such a mix of fury and resolve to make him pay. A dark thought kept circling in my mind—what if he had something to do with my late husband’s death? But too many pieces of the puzzle didn’t fit, and the frustration was eating me alive.I’d been here before—frustrated, running in circles, grasping at straws, hoping for a clue, anything to advance my investigation.And now, this? This was all I had to show for my effort? It made me feel like I was failing—like I was disappointing my late husband—and the thought tore painfully at my chest."Hey, you good?" came a voice from the door.I spun around to see Sarah standing there. I had forgotten to close the door when I came in. She l
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FourDELUCA My fingers drummed a random beat on the table in my office as I sat lost in thought. I wondered just how far I’d have to go to repay the debt Elena was collecting from me.She was still in the dark about the vile dealings of her late bastard of a husband, and while I didn’t want to hurt her, she deserved the truth.Why it had to be me who told her—I was beginning to resent that part. I’d tried to delay sending the package I promised, but it was inevitable. I had to follow through soon or it would count as reneging on a debt owed."You good?" filtered into my ears, and I sighed deeply, palming my face as a headache started to creep in.Lucas whistled lowly with a smirk. It never took him long to figure out what was going on with me. I wasn’t surprised."I don't see the problem here," he began."But I do," I cut him off quickly."What do you see as the prob—""Me!" I exclaimed, pausing before continuing. "Why does it have to be me who sends the package?""Because you should...?"
Last Updated: 2025-05-03
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-ThreeELENA Once again, I was playing with fire. Tracing my fingers along the shelves, I hoped to find something—anything—that could give me a clue or some knowledge about what led to my late husband's death.I was getting frustrated as I neared the end. With a sigh, I slammed my palms against the shelf in anger, sending dust particles flying into the air, which made me cough softly.I was angry at hitting another dead end. Deluca was taking his sweet time sending the package he promised, and since that last time at the casino, I hadn't seen him again.It felt like he was starting to avoid me, and I couldn’t understand what I had done to warrant such behavior.A click echoed through the silent office, and I ducked quickly, praying I was fast enough not to be shot.For a moment, nothing happened. But when I raised my head to check, I saw a small square hole in the shelf where I had slammed my hands—inside it was a small box.Glancing around cautiously, I pulled it out and dusted it off. Aft
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-twoDELUCA The past few days had been indescribable—chaotic activities, quiet betrayals, eyes watching from every shadow. But tonight, the air tasted different. Clean. Cold. Like the city was offering me a moment to breathe. I took it.I never liked others handling my business. Not even my own men. If it wasn’t me or Lucas, it always felt like a risk—like giving someone else the blade and hoping they didn’t slip it between your ribs.That thought was still lingering when I saw the telltale glow of blue and red flashing in my mirrors. A cop’s flashlight cut through the darkness ahead like a spotlight on a stage. I slowed the SUV, jaw tight, knuckles resting calm on the wheel.The flashing lights didn’t rattle me.I’d seen enough of them in my lifetime to know what they meant—this wasn’t a warning, and it sure as hell wasn’t a war. No, this was theater. A flex. A performance meant to shake cages and remind people like me that the law was still watching.Problem was—I didn’t shake.I steppe
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
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