บททั้งหมดของ My Mob Husband: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

As I stare through the glass of the incubator, watching our daughter’s tiny chest rise and fall, relief floods through me. The doctors said she was gas-poisoned, but now she’s stable. Annizah leans into me, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold hospital environment. The steady hum of the machines around us fades into the background as we stand together, united in our silent vigil.“This world is so dangerous,” Annizah whispers, her voice trembling. “I never realized just how much until now.”I tighten my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Do you regret it? Choosing me, this life?”She looks up at me, her eyes filled with love and sadness. “I don’t regret choosing you, Vincenzo. I only feel sorry that you had to be born into this kind of lifestyle. But I love you, and that’s all that matters.”Her words are a balm to my soul, and I press a kiss to her forehead. “I promise you, Annizah, I’ll take care of everything. I’ll end this once and for all. Our family will be safe.”

The atmosphere in the living room was heavy with tension as my father walked in, holding a folder in his hand. He threw it onto the coffee table with a force that made everyone jump. The folder spilled open, revealing documents and photographs. My eyes were immediately drawn to a picture of a man who looked uncannily like me, only he was wearing a mask that obscured part of his face. "Who is this?" I demanded, picking up one of the photographs. The resemblance was undeniable, and a chill ran down my spine. "That," my father said, his voice seething with anger, "is the illegitimate son I told you about. Your half-brother. The one who’s been causing all these problems for us." The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Mark, standing beside me, was the first to break the silence. "It makes sense," he said quietly. "If he’s been abandoned and neglected all his life, it’s no wonder he wants revenge." My father’s face turned red with fury. "Revenge? Revenge for what?

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Annizah stood in front of Vincenzo, her fingers deftly adjusting his tie and smoothing the lapels of his suit. Vincenzo watched her, a tender smile playing on his lips. Her concentration, the way she bit her lip slightly as she worked, and her gentle touch—all of it filled him with a deep sense of love and gratitude."Are you sure you’ll be alright?" Annizah asked, her voice tinged with worry. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.Vincenzo nodded, placing his hand over hers. "I’ll be fine," he reassured her. "This is something I need to do, for all of us. Today, we start executing our plans."Annizah nodded, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. "Just be careful, okay?""I will," he promised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I always am."With a final adjustment to his suit, Annizah stepped back, giving him an appreciative once-over. "You look perfect," she said with a smile, th

Vincenzo quietly left the bedroom, taking a final glance at Annizah and Fiore. He closed the door softly behind him and walked through the quiet hallways of their home, his mind heavy with the plans he needed to set in motion. He had arranged a meeting with Ella, a woman from his past who had her own tangled web of secrets and connections. She might have the information he needed, but he knew it wouldn't be easy to get her to talk. He arrived at the coffee shop, a quaint, upscale place tucked away in a quiet part of town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations around him. Ella was already there, sitting at a corner table, her back straight, and her gaze fixed on the door. When she saw Vincenzo, her eyes lit up with a mix of longing and bitterness. "Vincenzo," she greeted him, her voice laced with an edge of vulnerability and resentment. "It's been a long time." He nodded curtly, pulling out the chair across from her. "Ella."

Vincenzo stormed out of the hotel, frustration and rage coursing through his veins. He had come so close to confronting his half-brother, only to watch him slip away into the night. He needed a drink, something to numb the gnawing sense of failure. He found a bar nearby, a dimly lit place with a quiet, brooding atmosphere that matched his mood perfectly. As he sat at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey, his thoughts were a chaotic whirl of anger and determination. He had to protect his family, no matter the cost. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice Ella until she slid onto the stool next to him. “Fancy seeing you here,” she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips. Vincenzo barely glanced at her, his expression cold and unyielding. “What do you want, Ella?” She laughed softly, a mocking sound that grated on his nerves. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” “You’re not my friend,” he retorted, taking a long sip of his drink. “And I’m not in the mood for your games.” El