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64. Nowhere Else To Go
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2025-06-02 21:17:10
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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 67. Imposter
~VALENTINO’S POV~I stepped forward slowly, the gentle evening breeze tugging at the collar of my coat, but I barely felt it.My eyes were fixed on Rocco, on the guilt written all over his face.I tucked both hands into my side pockets, not to look casual but to stop them from trembling.I stopped a few feet away from him and let the silence settle between us, thick and charged.Then I spoke, “Thank you,” I said, holding his gaze.“For leading me here… for leading me to my wife.”“She’s not here,” he said immediately, holding up his hands. “And I’m sorry, I should have told you.”“You don’t have to be sorry,” I replied, tone tightening.“I know she made you promise not to tell me, i get it. But I also know Giulia doesn’t go anywhere without her, so where’s she?”Rocco hesitated. “She’s not here, boss. I swear.”“Rocco offered to let her stay here with us,” Giulia said, stepping in. “But she refused, she didn’t want to come. She said she had her own plans, something she needs to do alo
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 66. The Race
~VALENTINO’S POV~ We’d been trailing Rocco’s SUV for almost fifteen minutes now, weaving in and out of traffic like ghosts in a chase no one else could see. The sky above was dim, smeared with hints of dusky clouds as the city buzzed beneath it. My jaw clenched tighter every time his car turned. Where the hell was he going? Then I saw it. The towering iron gates of the University of Toronto, it stretched massively across the entryway, flanked by brick walls and two security guards in navy-blue jackets who stood like sentinels. The wide path beyond led into a tree-lined courtyard surrounded by tall academic buildings. Students were scattered across the space, some on benches, some with backpacks slung over their shoulders, others glued to their phones. “See?” Dante said beside me, eyes squinting. “He’s probably here to see his sister Joana. Told you he wouldn’t betray us.” “For the last time,” I muttered through gritted teeth, “keep your freaking mouth shut.” As
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 65. Finding Moglie
~VALENTINO’S POV~ It had been seven days since everything exploded between Alina and me. Seven long, dragging, bitter days. I told myself I didn’t care, that it didn’t matter, that she betrayed me, and I did what I had to do. But pretending not to care was harder than I expected. I tried to drown myself in work; signed papers, held meetings, managed suppliers but even that didn’t help. Nothing helped. The silence felt louder. The empty space on the right side of the bed mocked me every night. And the worst part? She hadn’t reached out. Not a call. Not a text. Nothing. I sat at my desk inside Tino Autos, my elbows on the dark mahogany surface, eyes fixed on the far wall. Not seeing it, just staring. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been like that. Did I overreact? Maybe I did. Maybe not. But I never wanted to lose her, I just wanted her to feel the weight of her actions, to realize she couldn’t lie to me and think I’d take it lying down. I wanted to shake her
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 64. Nowhere Else To Go
~Alina’s POV~ Vincenzo drove us to his house and, sincerely, it wasn’t anything like I imagined. It wasn’t too big, not too small either, just a modest two-story tucked quietly at the edge of the city, surrounded by overgrown hedges and silence. The living room was dimly lit, with old wooden floors and a vintage rug that had seen better days. A gray sofa rested near the fireplace, and bookshelves lined the walls, cluttered with old novels, a few scattered photos, and a crooked ceramic ashtray that looked handmade. It wasn’t poor, but it wasn’t the kind of place I expected from a man who walked like he owned every street he stepped on. I sat curled on the edge of the couch, a wool blanket draped over my shoulders. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the warm cup of coffee Vincenzo had handed me minutes ago. The mug was chipped at the rim, but I didn’t care. I needed the heat. The silence in the room was thick. Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my sh
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 63. The Devil I Love
~Alina’s POV~I sat on the stone steps outside the main doors of Ali’s Holdings, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, trying to keep myself from falling apart again.The sun was nearly gone now, and the cold evening breeze did nothing to soothe the heat in my chest or the sting behind my eyes.Everything I had, everything I had worked for, everything I had dreamed of, was gone in a single storm.My car had been seized by his men, Dante and Rocco, on “the boss’s orders.” That was the last thing I heard before they disappeared into the building, leaving me stranded like a criminal outside my own company.Giulia sat beside me, fuming.“No, I’ve had enough,” she muttered, standing up suddenly and storming toward the two men in dark suits stationed by the gate.“Hey! Hey, you overgrown scumbags!”Rocco, leaning against the black SUV with a toothpick in his mouth, barely looked up.Dante, however, gave her a flat stare. “Don’t.”“Don’t?” Giulia barked. “You throw her out of her own damn
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 62. The Plan B( Enemies In The Dark)
~VINCENZO’S POV~I always said the truth didn’t need to scream.Whispers could destroy kingdoms, if you placed them right.The tiny silver spoon clinked against the porcelain as I stirred my espresso slowly, watching the ripples spiral into stillness.Across from me, Bianca Romano lounged in her seat like the queen she believed herself to be, draped in red silk, a small amused smile on her lips as she scrolled through her phone.“Well,” she said after a moment, “looks like our little storm cloud finally broke.”I raised a brow, not looking away from the window.“Valentino?”She smirked as she flicked her screen toward me. “It worked.”I finally turned my attention to her but didn’t take the phone right away.She pushed the screen closer. “See for yourself.”A video clip recording events at Ali’s Holdings.There he was, storming through the lobby like a god of war, Alina following behind him with tears in her eyes.Bianca’s smile widened, dark and satisfied.“Heartbreak looks good on
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