All Chapters of My Mob Husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

After exhausting themselves at the arcade, they headed to a nearby restaurant. They ordered a variety of dishes, from burgers and fries to milkshakes and sundaes. Fiore’s face was a mess of ketchup and chocolate by the end of the meal, but her smile never wavered.As they sat there, Annizah reached across the table and took Vincenzo's hand. "This is exactly what we needed," she said softly, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. "Thank you for today."Vincenzo squeezed her hand. "We needed this," he echoed. "To remind ourselves of what's important."Fiore, busy with her sundae, looked up and smiled at her parents. "I love you, Mommy and Daddy.""We love you too, sweetheart," Annizah and Vincenzo said in unison.After lunch, they decided to visit a nearby park. The greenery and open space were a perfect backdrop for more family fun. Fiore ran ahead, her laughter echoing through the park as she chased butterflies and played hide-and-seek with her parents.Vincenzo and Annizah took a mo

Wiping her tears, Annizah stood and walked to the window, looking out at the garden. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.She needed to be strong, for Fiore and for Vincenzo. They had faced many challenges before, and they had always come through them together. This time would be no different.Later that evening, Annizah joined Vincenzo and Fiore for dinner. She watched as Vincenzo and Fiore interacted, her husband’s gentle demeanor with their daughter contrasting sharply with his earlier sternness. Fiore seemed to have taken the lesson well, her spirits high despite the day's events.As they sat around the table, Annizah felt a sense of resolve. They would leave Korea and return to Italy. It was the best decision for their family’s safety and future.Vincenzo glanced at Annizah, sensing her inner turmoil. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "We’ll get through this, Annizah. Together."She

The warm, inviting aroma of freshly prepared food wafted through the dining room as Vincenzo sat at the head of the table, his daughter Fione nestled comfortably in his lap. He carefully fed her spoonfuls of breakfast, his usually stern features softened into a rare, tender expression as he coaxed her to eat. Fione giggled, her bright eyes sparkling with joy, and Vincenzo's heart swelled with a deep, protective love.Annizah, standing nearby, glanced at them with a smile. "Make sure she finishes her fruit, Vincenzo. You know how picky she can be."Vincenzo nodded, his attention focused on Fione. "Come on, cara mia, just a few more bites," he said gently, offering her a piece of sliced apple.As Fione accepted the fruit, Annizah turned to the maids bustling around the kitchen. "Prepare more food, please. Vincenzo's parents will be here soon."The maids nodded in unison, their hands moving quickly to follow her instructions. Annizah, always the gracious hostess, wanted everything to be

Vincenzo stood at the head of a long, polished oak table in the grand meeting room of his estate, his piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled men. His presence commanded respect and absolute attention. These men were not just employees; they were loyal soldiers, bound to him by loyalty and blood. Each face in the room was etched with determination and readiness.“As you all know,” Vincenzo began, his voice firm and resolute, “the annual mafia banquet is approaching. This is not just another gathering. It’s a chance to show our strength, our unity, and to send a clear message to our enemies.” He paused, allowing his words to sink in. “Our enemies have been bold lately, too bold. They’ve tried to scare us, to disturb our peace, thinking they can make me move out of fear. They’ve taken an interest in my daughter, Fione, and that will not stand. Whoever dares to mess with my princess shall receive my wrath.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed as he

Midday sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Vincenzo’s office, casting a warm glow on the richly appointed room. He sat back in his leather chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The banquet had been a resounding success. He had managed to send a clear message to anyone foolish enough to consider harming his daughter. His display of power, influence, and ruthlessness had left an indelible mark on the attendees.As he leaned back, memories of the previous night flooded his mind, taking him back to the moment they had all returned to the grand hall after Annizah and Isabella had their brief encounter.---The hall was a spectacle of opulence and grandeur, filled with the most powerful families in Italy's underworld. Vincenzo sat at one end of the long, elegant table, a position that symbolized his status and authority. Annizah was seated beside him, her presence a calming contrast to the tension in the room. Fione sat on his lap, her eyes wide with curiosity as she took