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What’s in the File?

作者: M-writez
last update 公開日: 2026-10-16 04:22:36

The file was thick, filled with photographs and documents and handwritten notes in Isabella's precise, elegant script.

I sat at the small kitchen table in the safehouse, my hands trembling as I opened it. Dante stood behind me, his presence a steady warmth at my back.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly.

"No." I took a deep breath. "But I need to know."

The first page was a photograph of my father. Younger than I remembered, maybe thirty, with the same dark hair and warm eyes I
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  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   Where did daddy go?

    Dante didn't move.He stood there, frozen, the phone still in his hand, his face pale as death. I had seen him angry, seen him ruthless, seen him vulnerable. But I had never seen him like this. Broken. Lost."Dante." I stepped closer, my voice soft. "Talk to me.""She's alive." His voice was barely a whisper. "My mother. She's been alive this whole time.""Are you sure? Isabella could be lying. She's manipulated you before.""No." He shook his head slowly. "She knew things. Details about my mother that no one else would know. The way she laughed. The lullaby she used to sing. Things I never told anyone."My heart ached for him. All these years, he had believed his mother was dead. He had built his entire life around revenge for her death. And now, everything had been turned upside down."We'll find her," I said. "We'll get her back.""It's a trap." Dante's voice hardened. "Isabella knows I'll come for her. She's counting on it.""Then we walk into the trap. Together. We don't leave an

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Heir, like the actual heir!!!

    The boy slept through the night, oblivious to the chaos he had caused.I watched him from the doorway, my mind racing. Luca. Isabella's grandson. The heir to an empire built on blood and betrayal. He was four years old, with chubby cheeks and small hands and a teddy bear he clutched like a lifeline. He didn't know who his grandmother was. He didn't know what she had done.And if I had anything to say about it, he never would.Dante appeared beside me, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, his jaw shadowed with stubble. But there was something different about him this morning. Something softer."How is he?" he asked."Sleeping. He woke up twice, crying for his mother.""His mother?""Apparently, she died last year. Isabella was raising him." I paused. "She was training him. Can you imagine? Four years old, and she was already molding him into a little soldier."Dante's expression hardened. "She won't get the chance to finish.""What do we do wit

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   The Boy

    I ran.The warehouse erupted behind me, gunfire and shouting and the sound of glass shattering. I didn't look back. I couldn't. The boy was somewhere in the darkness, alone and terrified, and I had promised to save him.The night air hit my face as I burst through the side door, my eyes scanning the shadows. The waterfront was empty, the only light coming from a few flickering streetlamps. Where was he?"Hey!" I called out, my voice echoing. "It's okay! I'm here to help!"Silence.I moved deeper into the darkness, my heart pounding. He was just a child. He couldn't have gone far. But the waterfront was a maze of abandoned buildings and shipping containers, a thousand places to hide.A small sound caught my attention. A whimper, coming from behind a stack of crates.I approached slowly, my hands raised. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Chloe. What's yours?"A small face appeared from behind the crates. The boy from the photograph, dark-haired and wide-eyed, his cheeks

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   Let the hunting begin

    Isabella escaped.The words echoed in my head, a nightmare I couldn't wake from. She was out there, somewhere, probably already planning her next move. And we were sitting here, caught off guard, scrambling to catch up."How?" Dante's voice was ice. "How did she escape?"Marcus shook his head, his face pale. "I don't know. The transport was ambushed. Four guards dead. She vanished.""Who helped her?""We don't know yet. But there's something else." Marcus hesitated. "She left a message."He handed Dante a phone. On the screen was a photograph of a small child, maybe four years old, with dark hair and wide, terrified eyes. A little boy."She says she wants to trade," Marcus said quietly. "The boy for the evidence. All of it. Including the file on Chloe's father."Dante's jaw tightened. "Who is he?""We don't know. But she has him. And she's threatening to kill him if we don't comply."My blood ran cold. Another child. Another innocent life caught in the crossfire of Isabella's madness.

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   What’s in the File?

    The file was thick, filled with photographs and documents and handwritten notes in Isabella's precise, elegant script.I sat at the small kitchen table in the safehouse, my hands trembling as I opened it. Dante stood behind me, his presence a steady warmth at my back."Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly."No." I took a deep breath. "But I need to know."The first page was a photograph of my father. Younger than I remembered, maybe thirty, with the same dark hair and warm eyes I had inherited. He was smiling, standing next to a man I didn't recognize."That's my father," Dante said, his voice tight. "Before the attack."I turned the page. More photographs, more documents. Isabella had been tracking my father for years, documenting his movements, his contacts, his secrets. She had known everything about him.Then I found the letter.It was in my father's handwriting, dated three months before he died. Addressed to Isabella.Isabella,I know what you are. I know what you

  • The Mafia King’s Accidental Wife   Isabella was taken away

    Isabella was taken away in chains.I watched as Dante's men dragged her from the bunker, her silver hair disheveled, her elegant composure finally shattered. She didn't look like a queen anymore. She looked like what she was: a broken, bitter woman who had destroyed everything she touched.Dante stood beside me, his body rigid, his face unreadable. I wanted to reach for him, to offer comfort, but something held me back. This wasn't the time. Not yet."Are you okay?" I asked quietly."No." His voice was flat. "But I will be."We walked out of the bunker together, into the cold mountain air. The sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. It was beautiful. Almost peaceful.The drive back to the safehouse was silent. Dante stared out the window, lost in thought. I watched him, my heart aching for the pain I knew he was feeling. He had just confronted the woman who killed his parents, who destroyed his family, who had been manipulating him for years. That kind of betrayal

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