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A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss The Devil Who Waits
LorenzoThere is something divine about waiting.Not the passive kind. Not the kind you do in lines or traffic or shallow graves. No, I mean the sacred waiting. The kind that breaks a man open and rebuilds him in silence.I’ve waited in shadows darker than death. In cells meant to swallow history. In chains wrapped in lies and steel. But nothing nothing has kept me from her.Valentina.The name tastes like smoke now. Like something burned and reborn. She walks like prophecy, swells like vengeance, speaks like fate in a silk dress. I watch her through the cracks in this empire. Through borrowed eyes. Rerouted cameras. Spilled confessions. Every whisper in the city bends back to her.They say she’s glowing.They say her belly is a kingdom.They say she’s winning.But winning is a phase. A costume.And I am no ghost.I am the rot in her roots.The lion she found? That was me.The lullaby? Me.The fingerprints no one finds, the alarms that fail, the blind spots in their security grid? Me.
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss The Weight of a Throne
Alessandro watched from the balcony as the first convoy rolled into sight: blacked out SUVs carrying men whose faces he’d never seen but whose loyalty was unquestionable. Under his command, they’d done things that would turn day into nightmares and tonight, they moved on his word.He had summoned them not to terrify the city, but to protect his future. Each one carried coded instructions, sealed under wax bearing his crest. This wasn't an act of war — it was an act of survival.He descended the marble staircase into the courtyard, the moonlight turning his footsteps into a promise. Valentina met him there, cheekbones radiant in the soft glow of the lanterns. Her gown whispered silk against stone.“They’re ready,” he said, voice low and certain. He held out the activation signal: a folded note she recognized from the council meeting.She scanned it and nodded, fear and resolve flickering in her eyes. “Let’s bury him tonight.”He laid a hand on her waist, drawing her to his side. “We bu
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss What Comes After Fire
Valentina-------------------------You don't expect peace to feel like paranoia.But when it does, it’s worse than war.It started with the mobile.It turned by itself. No breeze. No fan. No explanation.Then the baby monitor crackled. Not just static. Not just feedback. But a lullaby I never sang. In my voice. Slow. Like something from a nursery rhyme funeral.Alessandro tore the monitor apart in silence. His jaw clenched. His hands shaking. He didn’t speak for hours after.But I heard him.In the way he walked slower past the nursery door.In the way he locked every window twice.In the way he touched my stomach now like it was glass.Like he was already afraid of what could break.I caught him staring at the fireplace. Not at the fire. But at the wall above it. Where once there had been a family crest and now there was only stone."Talk to me," I said.He didn’t.So I pressed."You think it’s him."He looked at me then. Not shocked. Not scared.Just tired."I know it’s him."I nod
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss The Crown and The Cradle
ValentinaThe aftermath of fire is never silence.It's ash. Creaking timber. And the echo of things that almost ended you.For the first time in months, the estate was quiet. No screaming men. No hidden spies. No blood drying under the fingernails of power-hungry cowards.Just morning.And the weight of everything I had survived.Lorenzo was gone.Not dead. Not quite defeated. But buried in the kind of cell that eats time like rats eat through corpses.It should have felt like peace.But peace is not something you inherit in this world.You build it. With blade and grief and truth.And sometimes, with motherhood.I walked through the garden barefoot. The same one that had once been the battlefield of my panic. Now, the vines were growing back. The roses, carefully tended by Rosa, had begun to bloom again.So had I.The pregnancy had taken on a rhythm. Less nausea. More hunger. Less dread. More wonder.I could feel him more now. Our son.He kicked when Alessandro touched my skin. When
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss Ashes of the Throne
ValentinaI awoke to the scent of smoke.Not cigarette smoke. Not kitchen fire. Something worse.Burning earth.The vineyards.I ran to the window and pulled the curtains apart. Outside, streaks of fire cut through the distant fields like blood veins. The eastern edge of the De Luca estate was glowing, smoke spiraling upward like a signal flare to hell.Alessandro wasn’t in bed.He had sent one message hours before: "Burn this with me."Now the world was burning back.The baby stirred. My heart galloped.Not fear.Readiness.This wasn’t war anymore.This was execution.And Lorenzo had written his name in gasoline.LorenzoFlames dance prettier than guilt.They don’t question you. They don’t whisper in your sleep. They just consume.I stood on the cliff overlooking the vineyard as the fire crawled its way through rows of grapes that had fed the De Luca name for generations.I had burned the past.Now it was time to scorch the future.Enzo came up behind me. "She survived the footage."
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss Brother's Drama
AlessandroThe council chamber still stinks of Lorenzo’s voice.Even hours later, I can feel the venom he left behind clinging to the walls like smoke after gunfire. Valentina sleeps in the next room, curled around the bump of our child like a soldier guarding a kingdom.She has no idea what I’m about to do. Not because I don’t trust her because I want her to survive.Survival means secrets now.I lock the chamber behind me and descend into the vaults. Hidden files. Burn phones. Blueprints etched in blood, not ink. Lorenzo was arrogant enough to call his final operation “Project Cerberus.”But he doesn’t realize I know about the backup plan.I reach for the safe. My fingerprint unlocks the first level. A retinal scan for the second. And inside, coiled like a snake waiting to strike, is the flash drive Lorenzo never wanted me to see.Encrypted. Ancient. Marked with our father’s sigil.I plug it into the offline terminal.Footage. Documents. A logbook of council bribes. Not just this de
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