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Hundred & Ninety-Seven: The Truth or Not? (2)
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2025-04-05 21:31:04
Sohneeyah.Like I'd promised 🤭 Daily updates, multiple chapters💗🌸 By the way, I'm torn and dunno if I should drop chapters for the free story while still updating this or if I should be done with Carlo & Natalia’s story first?🤔 Your opinions mean a lot to me and I will be on the lookout for them in the comments. Thank you!💗
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Eight: Gianpaolo & Carlo.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-EIGHT:Carlo's POV: ‘He's demanding to see his daughter.’ My back stiffened, jaws tightening at that statement. I wasn't foolish, I'd expected this after what went down but hadn't expected it to happen sooner. Expecting it hadn't also prepared me for it either.“Let's go then,” I forced out eventually, already striding across to the door without glancing back at Natalia's sleeping form. For some reason, my heart told me it was better that way.The walk down to the entrance of my house shouldn't have seemed as awfully long as it did, it shouldn't make my guts twist and coil with nerves but it did. When was the last time I'd felt this way about being summoned?Right. When father was alive. And somehow, Gianpaolo got to invoke that feeling in me. “Damn you all the way to hell, stronzo!” I hissed under my breath feeling irritation coursing through me as I pushed the large doors open, stepping out with Enzo right behind me…And there he was… all emotions on
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-NINE: Natalia's POV:Finally. I thought.I couldn't hear what Enzo had said when he came in, but it finally took Carlo away from my side.I'd pretended to be asleep and I'd thought I'd die from his suffocating presence.Hours… It had been hours since I'd stirred awake to find Carlo right beside me and my first instinct was to keep sleeping… For hours as I lay awake, waiting for him to leave my mind raced, taking me back to the events of the previous night. From the ring falling off, to Gianpaolo's story…. It made my head hurt and my heart raced.And the worst part? I believed Gianpaolo.I know I shouldn't, but my brain was adamant about believing him. Only a fool would have witnessed what happened and not connect the dots… Sure, I look nothing like him… save for the same, dark hair and blue eyes but his was much lighter…Still, I could feel it in my gut that he was right.Maybe that was why I didn't want to face Carlo. How could I?I could barely unders
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED:Natalia's POV: Caterina didn't let the maid finish. She was already out the door, pushing the girl aside and I followed suit.I'm not sure why my first instinct was to go to him even though I really fucking hated him at the moment but I couldn't dwell on that now.We rushed outside and the maid had ve right, indeed, Carlo was engaged in a brawl with… with Gianpaolo. Or should I say, my father?I cringed inwardly. It felt very off.“Carlo!” Caterina yelled but the two men didn't break apart. Not even when she issued out threats in harsh, rapid Italian.I noticed Enzo and the other guards stood without moving a muscle. Weren't they supposed to break them up or something?Caterina was still trying and failing to get them to stop, screaming her lungs out and she directed that anger to Enzo who just shrugged and replied to her in Italian.What on earth was going on?And hadn't Carlo been stabbed and beaten just hours ago? And from the limp Gianpaolo was sporting, I'
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ONE:Natalia's POV: ‘I came here for my daughter and I won't be leaving here without her.’He was here for… me?Was that what fathers do?“...She's not your daughter!” Carlo grunted. “Stupid bastard, I'll rip out your tongue if you call her that one more time!” Gianpaolo didn't flinch and if Carlo's threat bothered him, he didn't show it. “Deny it all you want, stronzo. Go ahead, be as delusional as possible, but you and I both know that she—”“Is my lover and the mother of our unborn child!” My breath caught in my throat. This time, Gianpaolo did pounce on Carlo, grabbing his collars in a fiercely tight grip. “I hate you!” “The feeling is very mutual, old friend,” Carlo mocked, anger flashing in his eyes even as he remained unrealistically calm.“Fuck you!” Gianpaolo gritted. “You took my daughter from me. Twice…” His voice broke and despite the obvious anger radiating off him, his eyes held intense pain. “... You.. you took her away. Doing as you like. An
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWO: Carlo's POV: I had to order my guards to throw Gianpaolo and his men out after he had gotten close to her—Zia stopped it anyway and I let her, somewhere in my anger-fogged brain I realized it didn't look good on me to throw him out…. He left willingly anyway. How could he not? He managed to get something out of his barbaric act. And now, I had nothing but murderous and fearful thoughts in my brain.On one hand, I wanted to gut Gianpaolo out myself and feed his remains to dogs, and on the other, I was worrying over what Natalia thought of me. What news the DNA results might bring…. She was going to hate me if it came back positive.Who am I kidding? I think she does already. I could read her clearly.I wasn't naive, I was sure she'd started to welcome the thoughts that Gianpaolo might be her father. Fuck. If Camilla could think it was possible then so would Natalia. Even Enzo had started seeing the possibility.Mio Dio.I have never felt this confused in
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THREE: Natalia's POV: I joined Gianpaolo in the backseat of his car. Sitting as stiffly as possible as if trying to go unnoticed by him when he was literally right there.My stomach dipped as the car began to move, retreating from Carlo's mansion and onto the main road.This… this was really happening.Oh fuck. Oh fuck.Blood rushed to my ears as sweat broke out across my skin despite the car’s air-con being on. Why am I nervous? Breathing felt like a chore.No, this feels like a mini-panic attack!God, Natalia. Could you be any more dramatic? A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. Hard. “I'm sorry,” Gianpaolo blurted, looking flustered, eyes a little wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” I don't like this. He shouldn't look so guilty, he did nothing wrong. If anything, he'd just calmed me. I cleared my throat. “It's fine. I should be the one apologizing, I freaked out for nothing.” “No, no,” he shook his head. “I'm sure, it wa
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Natalia's POV: I'd spent an extra hour in Gianpaolo's company and I got to find out more things about him even though he was still being cautious around me. And honestly, I understand. If I felt awkward and nervous, I could only imagine how he was feeling and we didn't exactly get off on the right foot. But after our interaction, I quickly discovered he was rather fun to be around.By the time he'd dropped me off at Carlo's mansion, it was late in the afternoon. Thankfully, I'd only met Caterina in the living room—something tells me she's not herself but she was masking it well. In the whole chaos that had happened, I'd imagined no one spoke to her about Alessandro's well-being. I wondered what might be going on in her head. She'd treated both men like her children…. It must hurt to see that one had tried to harm the other and she probably doesn't know how to deal with it… I know I should probably hate Alessandro but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. And let's face it, h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-08Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Five: I Need Your Version.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIVE: Natalia's POV:The urgency in her voice was enough to make me forget everything that had been bothering me. In fact, I was out the door before her and didn't bother to ask what was going on.Was he in danger?Was he being threatened?Wait, Was Alessandro back to chase his quest for revenge?Fuck.My feet moved faster, taking me to….. I didn't even know where we were going. I just wanted to help him.Maybe if I'd been in the right state of mind, I would have realized that I wouldn't have been able to save Carlo if he was in the face of danger. I had no weapons, no combat skills. The only thing I could do was… was… put myself on the line for him. Shield him and take all the pain in his stead…That made my movement come to a screeching halt.I'd die for Carlo? “....Why… why did you stop?” Caterina asked from beside me and I shook my head—maybe to clear it? I don't know.“Where is he?” I finally asked. Something I should have done before racing out of my roo
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Forty-Two:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-TWO: Angela's POV:No water.No food.No light.No human interaction.How original.I don't know how long I've been in this smelly, fucked up cell but if my guesses were correct, it's been more than three days.Sure, my throat felt parched, and drinking my saliva for relief was no longer working, my stomach had growled for hours, and my intestine had probably eaten the walls of my stomach until it gave up torturing me but it's nothing I can't handle. Really.That whore thinks she could break me easily. So this was her grand plan? I could still remember those silly words leaving her lips, ‘There are other ways to make a cruel bitch suffer.’ A small laugh escaped my lips. Was this suffering?Hunger pangs? Parched mouth? A little discomfort and dizziness from lack of food or proper sleep?Pathetic.Hell, if they'd even ordered some guards right beat me up or something, torture me in the worst ways possible, I would have applauded her. Even that, I could
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Forty-One
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-ONE: Natalia’s POV:It’s been five days since the whole incident and everything seemed a bit better now. I hope it was.Sadly, dad’s condition is the same, and in trying to not show how much it was affecting me cause Carlo might stop me from going with him next time. I keep praying in my heart for a miracle, that something should drastically happen and he wakes up….I know it's not that simple or easy but a girl can only dream…On the bright side, Carlo and Luca talked. They mended their relationship and Luca seems more comfortable around his father now. And Caterina? She'd been beyond shocked to find out what Angela had done. It tore my heart when the old lady broke down in body-wracking sobs, you could tell it hit her really bad… She kind of blamed herself for not raising her right but that's totally bullshit. Everything that happened was all on Angela. No one else was to take the blame.Period.When I'd called Tanya to dump every single detail of the
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Forty:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY:Carlo's POV:I walked blindly to my room.Later, I might wonder how I got to my room safely without hurting a toe or bumping my head into a wall… Later…I slammed my door shut behind me and my legs were able to carry me some seconds more… Just enough to lead me to the edge of my bed and I fell to the cold, hard marbled floor.I failed.The first drop of hot tear dropped onto my sleeping pants as I drew my knees up to my chest, my elbows leaning on each knee as my head dropped into my palms.I failed everyone.I kept the enemy so close, that it had endangered everyone… especially my son.How could I have been so blind? How didn't I see it? Why did I think we were all one big, loving family?Why didn't I protect my son better?Why didn't I pay closer attention to him? To the things happening in my own home?!Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?????No matter how many times I asked myself that, I came up with nothing!!!No answer. Nothing!!What kind of parent let
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Nine: Luca & Nat.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: The guards took her out kicking and screaming. Soon, her shrill screams died out and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The tension and unspoken words hung heavy in the air like the stench of cow dung.Soon, Enzo saw himself out of Carlo's office, muttering something about being needed in the hospital and I vaguely recalled myself replying as I watched my heart broken man standing rooted to a spot, unmoving….I'd never seen him like this. It made me sad.Luca stood off to the side, probably hoping he was invisible—he looked so small in my eyes it was painful. I think—know—they really needed to talk…What Angela did was unacceptable!When Luca's bloodshot eyes met mine, a sad smile stretched my lips and I urged with a slight movement of my head for him to speak to his father… They both needed it…Luca seemed to contemplate, the fear in his eyes was too sad to look at. I didn't even care that he'd hurt me in the past, he was hurting way
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Eight: An Order From Nat.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-EIGHT:Natalia's POV: You know those moments when it feels like you're dreaming but you're sure you're wide awake… or like in movies where the actors are like dumbstruck or something…?All that paled in comparison to how I was feeling. It made no sense… Angela? Angela turning out to be the one who shot my father was crazy. I told her things about me, confided in her… she knew just how much I'd longed to see my own parents…. It hurt, it really fucking did.I almost couldn't breathe as my chest tightened.My nose tingled as I blinked back tears. Seeing my dad hanging on by barely a thread made me miserable, it had torn me and now, knowing it was my friend who'd done it….Did she know he was my father?She had to. Sure, she had been distracted while nursing Rueben back to health but there was no way zia hadn't told her or she hadn't heard gossip from the maids from all the times Gianpaolo and Carlo had fought over me since the discovery.She knew and she
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Seven
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SEVEN: Angela's POV:I'm furious. Enraged.Livid.Whatever. You fucking name it!Luca. Foolish, naive, insecure, Luca. Out bested me, outsmarted me…. Ruined my plans. Years and years worth of plans, hardwork, blood and sweat down the drain and all because of that bloody fool!!!But it seemed like it was all worth it in the end if the expression on Carlo's face was any indication. His powerful hand pressed down even more tighter ony wind pipe, robbing me of air, my eyes water and stung. My lungs burned and felt too big for my chest as I struggled. Everything hurt but the pained expression on Carlo's face made it hurt less.A little reward. But still a reward.For years, I'd wanted him on his knees before me, right before I take his life but who knew a man didn't have to kneel to look so… broken, so hurt and mad with anger. I could die like this…. I didn't want to. I still want my revenge but if it was time for me to go, I'd do it. Wherever Alessandro
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Six
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SIX: Carlo's POV: While paying close attention to Luca, I almost missed two of my guards standing on the other side of the room, each of either side of a kneeling Angela. She had her arms behind her and her lips sealed shut with a tape.My first reaction was anger.Why on earth was she being manhandled this way? And where the fuck was her wheelchair?I dragged my attention back to Enzo. “What is the meaning of this?” I snapped at the same time Natalia, gasped…“She can kneel…” That made my brain stop for a brief second and my narrowed eyes were on Natalia. Of course everyone could see Angela was kneeling— Wait….“She told me she was paraplegic,” Natalia voiced the thought that rang in my head at the sudden realization.My eyes darted from Angela to Enzo and back to Angela. My stomach felt cold, tight, way too tight for comfort… “Take the tape off her mouth,” I ordered and one of the men moved to obey. “Angela, explain yourself, what's going on?”Silen
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Five: Enzo's Texts.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FIVE:Carlo's POV: 4:16 PMI squinted at my screen, blinking sleep away as I rose to a sitting position careful not to wake Natalia up.Alarm bells went off in my head as I realized what had woken me up; A series of phone calls and texts from Enzo. That could mean only one thing. Trouble.Frowning, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through his messages. Enzo: I've been trying to call you. Enzo: This is frustrating. You usually wake up as soon as your phone rings.Well, he wasn't wrong about that but Natalia had cried for hours—an exaggeration but you get the point. And she'd been so sad it had taken longer than expected to get her to sleep but at least she was eating so that's a win… Bottom line…. I was exhausted.I kept scrolling…Enzo: So I've tried calling Diablo to come get you and he just told me you gave an order to not wake Natalia up. This is fucking serious, Carlo.I exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I needed her to rest, that was
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Four:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK.. THE PREVIOUS DAY… Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send. I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo. Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me. As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home. I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now… She didn't love me. Not one bit. I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted
