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The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy Eight
ELENA POV The office feels colder tonight. Papers spread across the desk, printouts, screenshots, copies of old hospital records Marco helped me track down. My hands shake as I read each page. The deeper I dig, the sicker I feel. Ava. My daughter. It feels unreal even thinking the word in my head. I trace the name on the forged birth certificate, the signature that isn’t mine. The date that matches my coma, the months I don’t remember. And then the truth unfurls, page by awful page. The inheritance. They needed my child alive to claim it. My grandfather, the man whose face I barely remember, had known. He kept me and the baby alive as long as he could. The baby was born early, tiny, fighting. And then… he died. A car accident, they said. The file hints at sabotage. Another piece of the puzzle I never saw. After that, they took Ava. Daemon and Rachel. And when they had what they wanted, they ordered me dead. A final line in a hospital report, signed by a doctor who refuse
The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy seven
ELENA POV I never thought the silence after a confession could feel like this. Warm. Steady. Like the hush of something finally falling into place. I wake tangled in Alex’s arms. His chest rises and falls under my cheek, slow and deep. I almost don’t want to move. But his fingers brush against my spine, light as a sigh. “You’re awake,” he murmurs, voice still rough from sleep. “Barely,” I whisper, pressing a small kiss to his collarbone. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” “You were exhausted,” he says, shifting slightly so he can look at me. “Not that I blame you after what we… did.” His smirk is soft, teasing, but there’s something vulnerable behind it too. I trace the edge of his jaw. “Alex?” “Hmm?” “I still need to finish what I started,” I admit, the words catching on my tongue. “About them. About what they did to me.” His expression darkens, but he doesn’t pull away. “You’re not doing it alone.” It’s strange, sharing the weight. I’ve spent weeks lying, hiding piec
The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy Six
ELENA POV It’s strange how quiet the mansion feels now. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but something sharp and cold, like a house waiting for a storm that never comes. We barely speak. When we do, it’s about nothing: dinner, schedules, meetings. The important words sit between us, heavy and silent. At night, I hear him on the other side of the bed, so close I could reach out and touch him. But I don’t and he doesn’t, either. It’s worse than fighting. Worse than yelling. It feels like drowning in air. One morning, I walk into the dining room to see him laughing quietly at something Sophia says. The sound freezes me in the doorway. God, it’s stupid how something so small can stab straight through my chest. I sit down, trying to look bored, but my heart hammers. He barely glances at me, nods, and goes back to his coffee. Later that afternoon, I see him again, outside, by the cars, talking to a woman in a tight black dress. Her laugh is too loud. Her hand lingers on hi
The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy Five
ELENA POV It’s late when I find him.The house is too big, too silent. My footsteps echo on marble floors as I move past darkened rooms, every breath tight in my chest. I finally see him on the balcony outside his study. His back to me, one hand braced on the railing, the city lights painting him in gold and shadow. For a moment, I almost turn around and walk away. But I don’t. “Alex,” I say, my voice coming out softer than I mean. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t turn. Just stays there, shoulders rigid, staring out over the gardens. “I know you’re angry,” I begin, each word feeling heavier than the last. “But we can talk about this. Please.” He exhales, the sound harsh, tired. “Talk?” he repeats. “About what, Elena? How you lied to me? Lied to everyone?” My throat burns. “I had to,” I whisper. “You don’t understand—” “Then make me understand,” he cuts in, his voice raw but quiet. “Tell me why. Tell me why the woman I risked everything for looked me in the eye and chose to keep secr
The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy four
ELENA POV It doesn’t take long before it all unravels. Alex might have promised to keep pretending, but the moment he steps away from me, it’s like a switch flips. His voice when he talks to me turns distant, polite. At night, he doesn’t pull me close. The space between us in bed feels so sharp it could cut me in half. But it’s Sophia’s face when she finds out that really breaks me. It happens in the study. Alex calls her and Marco in. I stand there, my pulse roaring in my ears. Sophia looks between us, her brows knitting. Marco watches Alex with quiet confusion. Alex’s voice is flat. “There are things you both need to know.” I swallow, my mouth dry as dust. Sophia’s eyes go wide as Alex explains. About the contract. About my lost memory. About how I lied. About how I remember everything now and didn’t tell anyone. The room feels like it stops breathing. “You knew,” Sophia says to me, voice rising, cracking. “All this time, you remembered and you didn’t say a word?” “Sophi
The Mafia Ruthless Bride; A revengeful Heart Seventy Three
ELENA POV The guilt is what finally breaks me. Days pass. Alex watches me more closely than ever. At meals, in the car, even when we lie in bed at night. I feel his gaze on my face like a weight I can’t shake. Every time he says my name, my heart stumbles. Every time he brushes his thumb along my cheek, it feels like it burns right through the lie I’m holding inside. I can’t keep this secret. Not anymore. It happens on a Thursday night. The house is quiet, Marco and the guards stationed outside, Sophia out late at some charity dinner. Alex is in his office, the door ajar. I stand in the hallway for a moment, palms sweating, heartbeat in my throat. Then I push the door open. He looks up from behind the desk, the lamplight throwing shadows across his face. “Elena?” “Can we talk?” My voice cracks just enough that it makes him sit up straighter. “Of course.” He nods to the chair opposite, but I don’t sit. I walk closer instead, until I’m standing right in front of his desk. Clo
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