All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

By evening, Amadeo was back home after a few hours of observation at the hospital, and only then could the Costa family breathe in relief. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more than mild chest pain—nothing serious this time. But the doctor had been clear: no more stress. It wasn’t good for his heart, and next time, they might not be so lucky.And just like that—in the blink of a week—Siena found herself standing in a wedding dress before a full-length mirror.“I can’t believe I have to marry a man I’ve never even seen,” she cried as her best friends hugged her from both sides.“Babe, don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined,” Anna reminded her gently. Siena sniffled and tilted her head back, trying to keep the tears from spilling.“Someone pass her a tissue,” Riya added, and the makeup artist quickly handed one over.“Don’t be sad. You look beautiful,” the artist said kindly and walked away with an empathetic smile. With trembling lips, Siena managed a faint smile and murmured in

“Don’t you fucking say a word, Gino.”Cristiano’s menacing threat rang through the air.Siena’s eyes widened as she turned to him—his body visibly trembling with rage, fists clenched tightly at his sides, and his eyes... a murderous red, glowing with fury. If looks could kill, Gino would’ve dropped dead on the spot.“I dare you to stop me,” Gino challenged with a filthy smirk before turning back to Siena. “You might not know this yet, but you were nothing more than a pawn—just a way for him to secure the inheritance. But if you had married me—”He couldn’t finish his sentence. Cristiano shoved him hard, pinning him against the nearest wall. A split second later, a gun was pressed to Gino’s forehead.Siena gasped. She had never seen a gun in her life.“Vittorio! Look what your asshole son is doing to our son!” Lilliana screamed in horror.Everyone froze. Faces turned pale. Eyes wide with shock. The entire room was gripped by fear.Oh God, what was happening here? She had never imagined

The cold metal against her warm skin made her scream, her eyes squeezing shut in horror.She felt his breath—hot and heavy—fanning her face, and the unmistakable weight of his body pressing down on her.Slowly, she dared to peek through her lashes… and froze.She was lying beneath him—her husband—his solid, muscular body pressed against hers. Every inch of him hard, heavy, and far too close.“Fuck, you would’ve get killed yourself,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and thick with sleep, that deep, raspy accent somehow making it sound even sexier.God. Now she understood what people meant when they said danger was seductive.She was under threat, a gun still near her head… and yet, here she was, noticing how ridiculously hot he looked?Great.Just great. Now it was official—her brain was broken.“Don’t ever try that again, okay?” he rasped, and Siena’s eyes were drawn to the movement of his full, pink lips.Her own parted instinctively—and the next moment, she felt the cold touch of the g

“Umm, she’s a model,” Elena replied, eyes avoiding Siena’s as she pretended to focus on her breakfast.“A model?” Siena repeated, unconvinced. “Then why did your brother leave with her?”“She works for Cris’s company too. Maybe they had some business to discuss,” Elena shrugged, her voice cool, too casual. Siena gave a slow nod.Suddenly, a sharp shriek cut through the air, startling her.“Don’t you dare ruin your brother’s wife, turning her into someone like you, you useless brat!”It was Soraya — looming above them from the upper floor, her sharp eyes blazing as she clutched the ornate banister, glaring down like a queen passing judgment. Siena instinctively glanced up, but Elena’s hand gripped her thigh under the table. A subtle shake of her head told Siena not to look.After huffing, Soraya went back to her room. Siena turned to Elena and asked, “Why is your mother so bitter?”“It’s our family tragedy,” Elena sighed. Growing up in a family that looked perfect from the outside but

Cristiano stormed into the office, and the moment his footsteps echoed across the marble floor, the entire atmosphere shifted. The cold, lethal aura that always clung to him like a second skin sucked the life out of the once-vibrant space. Conversations died mid-sentence, laughter faded, and a suffocating silence fell. Everyone buried their heads in work, too afraid to even breathe too loudly.“Where is my father?” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding like a whip crack.The secretary, who had been trailing behind him in a hurry, flinched. Her fingers trembled as she clutched the folder to her chest.“He… he’s in his chamber, boss,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.Cristiano didn’t spare her a glance. Without breaking stride, he walked straight to his father’s office and shoved the door open without knocking.Inside, Vittorio was mid-discussion with a few senior staff members, giving precise instructions. He fell silent the moment Cristiano entered, his scowl dark e