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The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 55. Sweet Revenge For My Sweet Wife
~VALENTINO’S POV~ The garden went silent. Ethan flinched. “What did you just say?” Jade’s whole body tensed, her face turned white in shock. I flicked ash from my cigarette and looked directly at Ethan. “Why don’t you ask your beautiful wife who the real father is?” “What the hell are you talking about?” Ethan snapped. “Don’t you dare.” “Ask her,” I interrupted coldly. “Let’s not make a scene. Unless you want one.” People were whispering now. A few guests were already pulling out their phones. Jade’s lips trembled. She looked like she wanted to sink into the earth. “Go on,” I snapped, eyes still on the boy. “You evil bastard…” Ethan growled. “How dare you do this on my son’s birthday? You want revenge for that bitch? Fine. Come at me. But don’t drag my family into this.” I puffed another stream of smoke, watching it curl around us like a storm. “That was your last chance.” My eyes flicked across the garden, and I spotted him. A man in a gray tank top,
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 54. Crashing A Party
~VALENTINO’S POV~ [ One Hour Ago] The low hum of the engine was the only sound in the car as it steered through the mid-evening streets of Toronto. I sat in the back, one arm resting across the seat, the other curled near the window, the city’s fading light brushing across my knuckles. All I could think about was her. My head tilted back slightly, eyes fixed on the dusky skyline through the window. All I could think about was her. Her laugh. Her scent. The way she curled up next to me like I was her favorite place in the world. I missed her. It had only been hours, but my body was restless to see her again. God, what had this woman done to me? I reached into my jacket pocket and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it slowly, letting the smoke curl out of the window. “Boss,” Rocco’s voice piped up from beside me, flipping open his briefcase in the back seat. “I almost forgot. That file you asked for a month ago. About Ali’s Holdings?” I glanced at him wit
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 53. Spill The Tea, Babe
~Alina’s POV~ The warm scent of cinnamon tea lingered in the air, curling lazily through the spacious office like a soft blanket. The floor-to-ceiling windows were half-draped in linen blinds, letting the evening sunlight bleed softly into the room, painting the desk in gold. Giulia sat across from me in the velvet guest chair, legs crossed, one hand cradling a sleek glass of citrus iced tea while the other tapped absently against her thigh. I curled my fingers around my own cup, the porcelain warm against my skin as I took a slow sip and leaned back in my leather chair with a tired groan. “I swear,” I said, placing the cup down gently on its coaster. “If one more client calls to ‘confirm the final draft’ that I already approved three days ago, I might throw myself out that window.” Giulia snorted, hiding her smile behind her glass. “Busy day?” “You think?” I raised a brow, sweeping my hair into a lazy bun with one hand. “I’m juggling Tino Autos and Ali’s Holdin
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 52. INTERLUDE
“Author’s Note: This chapter is written in 3rd person to give a broader look at everything that’s been happening over the last month—from Alina and Valentino’s love, to the building tension between other characters. Don’t worry, we’ll return to the regular POV format next chapter!” 🌸🌸🌸 INTERLUDE: ONE MONTH LATER The black Maserati rolled through the towering gates of the Romano estate in Toronto, the engine purring low like a satisfied predator returning from the hunt. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the villa came into view. Ivy danced lazily up the sides of the balcony rails, fluttering in the soft spring breeze. “Home sweet home,” Alina mumbled, leaning her head gently against the window, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and peace. Her breath fogged faintly against the glass, her gaze tracing the curves of the estate like it was the first time. But it wasn’t. She’d eventually grown into it, grown to love the life she once thought would destroy her. Vale
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 51. Acceptance
~ALINA’S POV~ I stood frozen, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my heart, which was pounding so hard I thought it might burst free. Did he really just say it? “I love you.” His voice was low, steady, but laced with a kind of fierce honesty I never expected. Valentino Romano, the Devil of Milan himself, had just confessed his love to me. My mind scrambled, trying to make sense of the impossible. How? Why? I didn’t move at first. I just stood there, cradled in his arms, frozen in time, feeling his breath warm against my hair, his voice echoing in my chest like thunder still rolling through my bones. I slowly pulled back, just enough to look up at him, my breath catching in my throat. His arms remained firm around me, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were searching mine with a softness I had never seen there before. A swirl of happiness and fear crashed inside me, leaving me breathless, dizzy, vulnerable. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I was tre
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 50. When The Devil Wept
~VALENTINO’S POV~ “Moglie mia… you scared me.” My voice was low, breathless, almost hoarse, as I wrapped my arms around her tighter than I should have. My nose buried into the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her vanilla and jasmine perfume, my heart still hammering against my ribs like it was trying to tear through me. God. I didn’t even realize I was trembling until she shifted slightly against me. Just a few minutes ago, I had been tearing through the streets of Toronto like a madman, the city lights flashing like warning signs I couldn’t read fast enough. My knuckles had turned white from how hard I was gripping the steering wheel, my head spinning with worst-case scenarios. Alina… with another man. Alina… taken. Alina… gone. God, the things I imagined; my enemies dragging her away, using her to hurt me, the only softness I have in this brutal world ripped from my hands. And then one of the boys had called. “She’s at Queens Road, Boss. Spotte
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 49. Visiting His Hurtful Past
~Alina’s POV~ The silence in the car was suffocating. Even after we lost the black SUV with that sharp right turn, weaving through side streets until its shadow finally disappeared, Guilia and I exhaled as if we had been holding our breaths underwater. But now, as the city blurred past the windows, a different tension settled in. “Which road are you passing?” Guilia asked, narrowing her eyes. “Does this road lead back home?” I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t hear her. But because I didn’t know how to explain. I didn’t know how to explain that I’m visiting the slum my husband grew up in. In the depth of my mind, beneath the layers of everything I should be doing, there was only one thought. Valentino grew up on this street. Queens Road. A place he mentioned so offhandedly, as if it was nothing. As if it wasn’t the root of everything he became. The monster. The devil of Milan. I needed to see it. “I’m asking you, Alina. Where are we going?” “We’ll get
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 48. Where’s My Wife?
~Valentino’s POV~ The first thing that came into my mind as I woke up was her. My eyes cracked open slightly, heavy with sleep, and my hand instinctively reached out to her side, but instead, I was greeted by empty, cold sheets. My brow furrowed, the sleep vanishing in an instant. “Moglie?” I muttered, my voice still rough, thick with sleep. No answer. A dull ache throbbed in my arm as I pushed myself up, the stitches pulling, a burning reminder of the shitstorm we’d just survived. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed a shirt from the closet, slipping it carefully over my shoulders. The fabric dragged against the gauze on my arm, making me wince. I paired it with black shorts and slides, then headed out of the room. Descending the grand staircase, my footsteps echoed sharply against the marble, slicing through the suffocating quiet. Two guards stood stationed at the bottom, straightening immediately wh
The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife 47. Taking Over
~Alina’s POV~ Guilia and I had somehow managed to leave the house unnoticed. Valentino had fallen asleep after breakfast, probably dulled by painkillers for his injury. Dante and Rocco were preoccupied with some business call that sounded more like thinly veiled threats than actual negotiations. Bianca? Don’t even know where she is, and frankly, I don’t care. It was the perfect opportunity. Guilia and I took one of the cars and drove out of the estate. The air inside the car was thick with silence. Guilia sat beside me, legs and arms crossed, sunglasses on, staring out the window like she wanted to melt into it. “You’ve been awfully quiet this morning,” I said, flicking a glance at her. “Did something happen last night?” “Nothing happened.” Her tone was clipped, defensive. “Really? Because you look like someone who wants to murder someone and cry at the same time.” “Maybe I just need some peace and quiet.” “Oh. Suddenly you’re a monk.” I smiled, trying to
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