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Chapter 183

作者: Nianni_m
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-10 13:15:05

Rocco

It looked different from up here.

Not dangerous.

Not like a battleground.

Not like a place built on blood and deals and power.

It looked… quiet. Soft. Almost gentle.

The rooftop lights of the private lounge reflected onto the dark glass of skyscrapers, music echoing behind me in a low, steady hum as a warm breeze brushed against my neck. The kind that smelled faintly of citrus, leather, and expensive liquor.

The chilled surface pressed against my palm as I rolled a glass between my fingers, feeling the condensation gather and slide. Surprisingly, my pulse was steady.

Tomorrow , I was going to be a married man.

It still felt so unreal, like the time I used to wear a coat that belonged to another life.

“Are you going to stare at the skyline all night or are you finally going to admit you’re terrified?”

Riccardo's voice was behind me, familiar, teasing. I didn't have to turn to know that grin was already on his face.

“I'm not scared,” I said calmly. “I'm thinking.”

“That’s worse.”

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  • The Mafia King’s Queen    Chapter 185

    RoccoThe noise of the night faded in layers.Laughter blurred into music. Music into voices. Voices into echoes drifting somewhere beyond the walls of the estate. Even the champagne fizz seemed to soften, as though it too respected the moment, retreating back into silence.All that was left was her.Fiorella.My wife.The word had weight. Not the weight of a ring, or paper, or vows uttered beneath white flowers, but the kind of weight that settles into your bones and says this is real now. This is forever.She stood on the balcony of the bridal suite, her back to me, moonlight painted in silver over the lace of her gown. The train trailed behind her like a memory the ocean refused to take back. The night clung to her silhouette, but the moon found her anyway, as if even the sky needed to see her more clearly.The breeze brushed through her loose hair, whipping up strands like fingers reaching to touch her.I didn’t move at first.I just watched.Because I'd waited so long to be able

  • The Mafia King’s Queen     Chapter 184

    FiorellaMorning came softly, as if it were afraid of startling me.A pale light crept through the sheer curtains of the bridal suite, touching the edges of silk and lace, kissing the gold-framed mirror, catching in the small crystal vials of perfume lined up along the vanity. The world outside was uncharacteristically still. Even the distant city noise seemed hushed, as if it too understood what today meant.For a moment, I only listened.The quiet hum of the air-conditioning.The faint rustling of leaves beyond the balcony.My own heartbeat, slow, then faster as reality wrapped its hands around me.Today, I would become Rocco de Luca's wife.Not his lover, not his business partner.Not the traitor fate had forced me to play.His wife.My fingers drifted to the thin linen sheet tucked around me and tightened. I sat up slowly, drawing the moment in, wanting to remember how it felt to be on the edge of everything changing.I went to the window barefoot.Outside, the gardens of the est

  • The Mafia King’s Queen    Chapter 183

    RoccoIt looked different from up here.Not dangerous.Not like a battleground.Not like a place built on blood and deals and power.It looked… quiet. Soft. Almost gentle.The rooftop lights of the private lounge reflected onto the dark glass of skyscrapers, music echoing behind me in a low, steady hum as a warm breeze brushed against my neck. The kind that smelled faintly of citrus, leather, and expensive liquor.The chilled surface pressed against my palm as I rolled a glass between my fingers, feeling the condensation gather and slide. Surprisingly, my pulse was steady.Tomorrow , I was going to be a married man.It still felt so unreal, like the time I used to wear a coat that belonged to another life.“Are you going to stare at the skyline all night or are you finally going to admit you’re terrified?”Riccardo's voice was behind me, familiar, teasing. I didn't have to turn to know that grin was already on his face.“I'm not scared,” I said calmly. “I'm thinking.”“That’s worse.”

  • The Mafia King’s Queen    Chapter 182

    FiorellaIf anyone had told me a year ago what my life would look like today, I would have laughed in their face and walked away.Yet here I was, standing in front of a full-length mirror, lips parted in quiet disbelief, staring at the woman looking back at me.She looked… happy.Not just smiling - but settled. Rooted. Glowing with something warm and safe and certain.“Okay, but I'm serious. Turn around slowly so I can judge properly.”Rosalia's voice drifted from behind me, lazy and teasing as she lounged back against the edge of the bed, one hand resting absent-mindedly on her stomach that was slowly starting to show.I rolled my eyes but turned anyway, the skirt of the light satin dress flaring around my thighs. It was nothing extravagant-just a soft champagne color, light as a whisper, clinging the slightest bit to my waist as it fanned out.“It's pre-party, not actually the bachelorette look,” I reminded her.“Oh, I know,” she smirked. “That’s the scary part.”Aria squealed from

  • The Mafia King’s Queen     Chapter 181

    Rocco Morning crept into the mansion on hesitant feet.It slipped through the sheer curtains, pale gold and shy, brushing the edges of the room as though unsure it was welcome. The city beneath me was beginning its daily hum, but up here, everything was still, suspended in a fragile kind of peace that had taken blood, sweat, and grief to earn.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, listening to her breathing beside me.Now, Fiorella slept on her stomach, her cheek half-buried in my chest, her hand curved around my ribs like it belonged there. Even sleeping, she held on, her eyebrows smoothing only when her fingers grazed the bandage beneath the thin shirt I was wearing.A reminder that I was still healing.This was a reminder that I had almost left this world without saying everything to her.I shifted my head a little to the side and watched her. Haphazard strands of dark hair had come loose from her braid and now curled softly about her face. Her parted lips shaped small breath

  • The Mafia King’s Queen    Chapter 180

    FiorellaThe boutique smelled of clean linen and expensive promise.The silk dresses stood in neat rows, their soft fabrics whispering against one another whenever the air-conditioning breathed. Chandeliers cast warm light across crystal mirrors; everything looked so dreamy, a scene lifted from a film. For a brief moment before fully stepping inside, I stood at the entrance, my hand lightly resting on the glass door as I let this image settle in.This is real.I really am here.I'm really about to get married.I could already hear Rosalia’s voice inside , excited, musical, maybe just a little too loud.“No, no, no, that one isn't Fiorella; it looks like something my grandmother would wear to church.”“If your grandmother wore Valentino,” Aria laughed.My mother's voice followed. Softer. Warm. "Don't exaggerate, Rosalia. It is very elegant."I let myself smile and finally stepped in.Three pairs of eyes turned toward me at once.Rosalia clapped her hands. “There she is! The future Mrs

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