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Chapter Two Hundred and Two

作者: Tracy Michaels
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-18 20:00:47

ELENA

I folded another dress into the suitcase, my hands moving without thought. Every fabric felt heavier than it should, as though it carried the weight of all my mistakes, all of Lorenzo’s betrayal.

The boy’s face flashed again in my mind—sharp as a blade. Those wide, curious eyes. That jawline already beginning to form into the sharp angles I knew too well. His father’s angles. My chest tightened, and I shoved the lid of the suitcase down harder than necessary, as if I could bury the memory along with my clothes.

I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to leave.

The shrill ring of the hotel’s landline startled me, slicing through the silence. I froze, staring at it like it was a stranger who had wandered into my room. By the second ring, I forced myself to pick up.

“Bonjour, madame,” the receptionist’s polite voice chimed. “A woman named Lila is here to see you. Shall I send her up?”

The name slammed into me like a punch to the chest.

Lila.

I’d seen it too many times these past few
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  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Five

    DELUCA From where I sat, watching her at the head of the table, I knew it, this war was finally over.Across from me, Lucas caught my eye and smirked.“What?” I muttered, narrowing my gaze at him.He leaned back casually, the picture of mischief. “What happened in Paris?”A slow grin tugged at my lips. “Ever heard the saying, what happens in Paris stays in Paris?”Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not how it usually goes.”Before I could answer, Colton’s booming voice cut through the hall. “Wait, does this mean you and Elena are getting married?” His grin stretched ear to ear. “Oh, my world, I have a wedding to plan!”I rolled my eyes and pushed to my feet. “I’m done with you two. Enjoy your nonsense.”“Hey,” Lucas called after me, his tone teasing. “What should we tell Elena when she asks where you disappeared to?”“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I walked off.I found Elena’s father sitting quietly at a side table. He gestured toward the chair besi

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Four

    ELENA The dressing room smelled faintly of hairspray and perfume, that familiar mix of nerves and glamour. I crouched in front of Eva, smoothing the hem of her pale pink dress. She wriggled a little on the chair, impatient but glowing, her braid falling neatly over her shoulder.“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice low so only she could hear.Her chin lifted, eyes steady. “Yes.” No hesitation. No shyness. Just fire.Something tugged in my chest. I smiled, taking her hand, and together we stepped toward the curtain. The hum of music seeped through, vibrating in my ribs, and then the stage manager waved us forward.The lights hit first, hot and blinding, but the sound followed—the swell of music and the murmur of the audience falling into silence as we appeared.Eva squeezed my hand once, then let go, her small shoulders squaring as if she had done this a hundred times before. She took the first step, measured and light, her silver shoes tapping softly against the runway. I matched her s

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Three

    DELUCA I’d been standing in that hallway so long it felt like the walls were closing in. The clock on the wall swore it had only been minutes, but my chest told me otherwise. My palms itched to knock, to end the waiting, but instead I leaned against the frame, trapped in my own war of thoughts.I’d followed her here—across cities, across oceans. From Chicago to Paris. Every mile had been a strange mix of relief and dread. Relief, because I’d finally found her. Dread, because I had no idea what to say once I saw her or why I had followed her.What could I tell her? That I was sorry for everything she had uncovered about Lorenzo’s affair? That she didn’t deserve the weight that kept crashing down on her? That I’d wanted her for far longer than I had any right to?But when the door opened, all of it slipped away.Elena stood there, and it was like the world tilted.I braced for anger, for sharp words or a slammed door. Instead, she looked at me with something I hadn’t seen in her eyes f

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and Two

    ELENAI folded another dress into the suitcase, my hands moving without thought. Every fabric felt heavier than it should, as though it carried the weight of all my mistakes, all of Lorenzo’s betrayal.The boy’s face flashed again in my mind—sharp as a blade. Those wide, curious eyes. That jawline already beginning to form into the sharp angles I knew too well. His father’s angles. My chest tightened, and I shoved the lid of the suitcase down harder than necessary, as if I could bury the memory along with my clothes.I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to leave.The shrill ring of the hotel’s landline startled me, slicing through the silence. I froze, staring at it like it was a stranger who had wandered into my room. By the second ring, I forced myself to pick up.“Bonjour, madame,” the receptionist’s polite voice chimed. “A woman named Lila is here to see you. Shall I send her up?”The name slammed into me like a punch to the chest.Lila.I’d seen it too many times these past few

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred and One

    ELENAI should have been standing at my hotel window, soaking in the view—the way sunlight spilled over the old buildings, catching on the balconies with their curling ironwork. I should have been breathing in the beauty of Paris waking up, maybe even heading down for coffee, letting the scent of croissants remind me of everything this city was meant to be.But I hadn't come here for that.The paper with the address was crushed in my fist by the time I stepped out of the cab. My heart pounded so hard it rattled in my ribs. Each step toward the townhouse made me feel like I was walking into fire.The place was modest but elegant—cream walls, blue shutters, flowers spilling out of window boxes. It was exactly the kind of home Lorenzo would have chosen for someone he… cared about. The thought made bile burn in my throat.I raised my hand and knocked.It wasn’t long before the door creaked open. A woman stood there, her face pale, her body stiffening the instant her eyes met mine. She was

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Two Hundred 

    ELENAParis wasn’t new to me.Two years ago, Lorenzo had brought me here for our anniversary. Back then, the city had felt like a dream—sunlit mornings along the Seine, champagne at night, his hand warm against mine as though he could hold back the world with just his touch. I remembered laughing beneath the Eiffel Tower, certain that this was love, certain that we were unbreakable.Now, the city felt different. Colder. Every familiar sight had sharp edges, cutting into me with memories I no longer trusted.The cab smelled faintly of leather and smoke. The driver hummed softly, his eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror.“You know Paris, madame?” he asked, his English touched with that lyrical French rhythm.“Yes,” I said quietly. “I’ve been here before.”He smiled, a gap-toothed grin. “Then you know… Paris is for lovers.”The words hit like a slap. My chest tightened, and I turned to the window before he could see the flicker in my eyes. Lovers. Once, it had been true. Now, it was

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