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Chapter 3 — Run, Little Bride
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2026-06-26 19:23:37“Sometimes the greatest danger isn’t the man chasing you… it’s the reason he’s chasing you.”
⸻ 2:18 A.M. The intensive care unit fell into complete silence. The shrill alarm of the heart monitor finally stopped. Doctors, nurses, and armed guards stood frozen as Alessio De Luca slowly opened his eyes. No confusion. No fear. Only an eerie calm. For several long seconds, he stared at the white ceiling. His heartbeat had returned. His breathing had stabilized. But something inside him… Had changed forever. ⸻ Professor Lorenzo stepped closer. “Mr. De Luca…” No response. “Can you hear me?” Alessio slowly turned his head. Those icy grey eyes that had terrified politicians and mafia bosses alike now looked strangely different. Colder. Deeper. As if they had witnessed something beyond life itself. “What happened to me?” His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that frightened people more than anger. ⸻ The doctors exchanged nervous glances. “We’re still trying to determine that.” Alessio sat up. Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. Ignoring the wires attached to his body. “How long?” “Twenty-eight minutes.” He frowned. “I was unconscious?” Professor Lorenzo nodded. “You collapsed immediately after kissing your wife.” Silence. Alessio lowered his eyes. For the first time in years… His perfectly controlled mind replayed those two seconds. Soft lips. The faint scent of jasmine. A single tear rolling beneath her veil. Then… Blood. ⸻ His fingers unconsciously touched his lower lip. A trace of dried crimson remained. He looked at it without emotion. Then asked quietly, “Where is she?” ⸻ The room became still. No one answered. Alessio slowly lifted his eyes. His voice remained polite. “I asked…” “…where is my wife?” ⸻ One of the guards swallowed nervously. “She’s inside the east wing, Boss.” “Under surveillance.” “She hasn’t been allowed to leave.” ⸻ Alessio nodded once. “Good.” ⸻ Professor Lorenzo quickly stepped forward. “You shouldn’t move.” “You need observation.” Alessio calmly removed every medical wire attached to his chest. “My schedule has changed.” ⸻ The doctor frowned. “Mr. De Luca, your heart literally stopped.” Alessio buttoned a fresh black dress shirt brought by his assistant. “It started again.” “That’s not the point.” “It is to me.” ⸻ Within five minutes… The Mafia King had already left the medical suite. ⸻ Outside… More than a hundred armed soldiers immediately straightened. Every head lowered. Every conversation ended. Their king had returned. “Boss.” They spoke in perfect unison. Alessio acknowledged them with a slight nod. Then continued walking. His pace never hurried. Never slowed. Every step echoed through the silent hallway. ⸻ Meanwhile… Seraphina sat inside the bridal suite. She hadn’t removed her wedding dress. She couldn’t. Every time she looked at the bloodstain on the white fabric… She remembered Alessio collapsing. The curse had begun. Exactly as her grandmother predicted. ⸻ She folded the burnt letter once more. Hidden beneath the false bottom of her jewelry box. No one could know. Especially not Alessio. If he learned the truth… He would never stop searching for answers. And searching for answers… Would kill him faster. ⸻ A sudden knock interrupted her thoughts. Three knocks. Slow. Controlled. Not a servant. Not security. Someone important. ⸻ Before she could answer… The door opened. Alessio entered. ⸻ Her breathing stopped. He looked perfectly healthy. Fresh black shirt. Tailored trousers. Hair slightly damp from washing away the blood. Only his unusually pale face revealed that something terrible had happened. ⸻ The room became painfully quiet. Neither spoke. Alessio simply studied her. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were red. She had clearly been crying. Yet… Something else caught his attention. Fear. Not fear of the De Luca family. Fear… Of him. ⸻ Finally… He spoke. “Everyone thinks someone tried to kill me.” She lowered her eyes. “I know.” “But you don’t.” She frowned. “What?” He slowly walked closer. “I don’t think I was poisoned.” ⸻ Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat. ⸻ Alessio stopped only a few feet away. His grey eyes never left hers. “You knew something.” Silence. “I saw your face.” Another step. “You weren’t surprised.” Another. “You were…” His voice softened. “…heartbroken.” ⸻ She wanted to deny it. She wanted to lie. Instead… She whispered, “I’m sorry.” ⸻ “For what?” No answer. “For marrying me?” Silence. “For what happened?” Still nothing. ⸻ Alessio gently lifted her chin. His touch was surprisingly careful. “You don’t apologize unless you believe you’re responsible.” ⸻ Her eyes immediately filled with tears. “Please…” She whispered. “Don’t ask me.” ⸻ For the first time… Something cracked inside Alessio. Not anger. Not suspicion. Concern. Real concern. He had known this woman for less than twenty-four hours. So why… Did seeing her cry bother him? ⸻ Before he could ask another question— His phone vibrated. Nico Romano. His right-hand man. Alessio answered immediately. “What?” Nico’s usually calm voice sounded tense. “Boss…” “We have a problem.” ⸻ “What kind?” “We reviewed every camera in the cathedral.” “And?” “There was no poison.” “No hidden weapon.” “No suspicious movement.” Silence. “But…” Nico hesitated. “We found something impossible.” ⸻ Alessio’s expression hardened. “Explain.” ⸻ “The security camera that filmed your kiss…” “…recorded someone standing behind the bride.” ⸻ Seraphina looked up instantly. Behind her? That was impossible. No one had been there. ⸻ Nico continued, “We checked every angle.” “The guests.” “The guards.” “The balcony.” “No one matches the figure.” ⸻ Alessio’s voice became colder. “Who was it?” ⸻ Nico answered quietly. “We don’t know.” “Because…” “The cameras show a woman wearing an old black wedding dress.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “The strange part…” Nico whispered. “…is that no one in the cathedral saw her.” ⸻ A chill ran through Seraphina’s entire body. Black wedding dress. No… It couldn’t be. ⸻ Alessio noticed her reaction instantly. “You know who she is.” ⸻ “I don’t.” She lied. Too quickly. ⸻ He looked at her for several seconds. Then nodded once. “You’re lying.” ⸻ Before she could answer— A gunshot echoed somewhere outside the estate. BANG! Then another. BANG! The hallway erupted into chaos. Guards shouted through their radios. “Sniper!” “Protect the Boss!” “Seal the estate!” ⸻ Nico’s voice exploded through the phone. “Boss!” “We’re under attack!” ⸻ Alessio calmly placed the phone back into his pocket. His expression didn’t change. He looked toward the window. More gunshots echoed through the night. Then… Without warning… Every light inside the mansion went out. Darkness swallowed the estate. Only the moonlight remained. In the darkness… A woman’s whisper echoed beside Seraphina’s ear. So close… She could feel the cold breath against her skin. “Run…” “Because the second kiss will happen sooner than you think.” Seraphina gasped. She spun around. No one was there. When she looked back… Alessio was already staring directly at her. He hadn’t heard the whisper. But he had seen the terror in her eyes. And for the first time… The Mafia King became certain of one thing. His wife wasn’t hiding an affair. She wasn’t hiding a crime. She was hiding something far more dangerous. Something… That even terrified her. End of Chapter 3
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