All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

“Wh–what are you saying?” she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousness—her hesitation confirming what he already knew.“Do you really think I’m a blind fool?” Cristiano growled, his jaw tight, teeth clenched in fury. “I know you’re sleeping with my father. And now you dare come to me after fucking him?”His voice dripped with hatred and disgust as his cold eyes pierced hers. “But you forgot one thing, Ines—I don’t share.”She swallowed nervously, her face damp with sweat. “Cristiano, I swear…” Ines’s voice cracked as she tried to defend herself. “He forced me… you know he’s the Don. I couldn’t deny him. I was helpless.”Cristi

Cristiano woke up early and stared at Siena’s sleeping face for a while. She was so different from what he had expected. When his grandmother had slapped her, he thought she would confront him for not standing up for her, but she hadn’t even mentioned it. He had assumed she would be upset about their honeymoon being canceled, yet she surprised him again by saying she was ready to consummate their marriage regardless.All of this stirred something in his frozen heart, a strange feeling that left him unsettled. He detached himself from her, got up, and went to the bathroom without even going to the gym. After getting ready for the office, he left before she even woke up.When Siena woke up, she found the room empty, and the wet bathroom floor told her that Cristiano had already showered and left for the office. Perhaps he had some urgent work and needed to leave early, she thought, and began getting ready for the day. Yet, yesterday morning’s incidents kept coming back, bitter memories l

Cristiano’s mood was black when he returned to his office. But another surprise was waiting for him. His father was waiting for him in his office.“Come with me,” Vittorio said the moment Cristiano stepped in. Cristiano’s jaw tightened. “Where?”“You’ll see,” Vittorio replied smoothly, rising from the chair. He didn’t explain further and led his son to his car. As the car pulled near Hunter’s club, Cristiano’s jaw tightened. He understood. His glare cut toward his father, but Vittorio only chuckled.“I know you’ve been wound up,” Vittorio said, gesturing to the neon-drenched entrance. “The marriage, the new weight of leadership… it must be exhausting. So I brought you here.”Inside, the air was heavy—dim lights flickered over leather booths, the musk of sex and powdery bite of cocaine laced every breath. Hunter emerged from the shadows, tall and grinning, his hand extended. “Boss.”Cristiano clasped it, eyes unreadable.Vittorio smirked, his voice dipped with sly amusement. “Take c

Siena rose from her chair the moment she saw her husband entering the mansion. Though Cristiano’s steps were steady and controlled, she could tell he was drunk from his appearance. Before coming home, Cristiano had parked his car on a deserted street and drank until he couldn’t feel a thing. Even when his bodyguards offered to drive him home, he stubbornly refused, insisting on driving himself, as if he had no fear of death—as if he were daring it to take him and end the misery this life had given him.When he finally arrived home, he expected the house to be quiet, everyone asleep, since it was already past one in the morning. He could have sprawled onto the sofa and spent the night in peace, but the moment his eyes fell on his wife, frustration surged through him, tangled with the confusion clouding his mind.As Siena hurried toward him, she reached for the jacket in his hand. His grip wasn’t firm, and it slipped away from his grasp before he could resist.“Have you had dinner?” she

God, did she even have the right to complain? After all, she had rejected him so many times. He must be frustrated with her by now—maybe he didn’t want her anymore.“What?!” Cristiano stopped in his tracks and turned toward her, his eyes narrowing. “What are you…”“You don’t want me because I’m not sexy, or hot, or experienced enough to satisfy you…” The insecurities tumbled out of her mouth in a frantic rush of blabber. “And now you—”She couldn’t finish because… in one long stride, Cristiano closed the distance between them, his arm locking around her waist as he yanked her into his hard chest. In the next moment, she was flushed against him, his mouth crashing down on hers. “Do you feel it, doll?” he murmured between their kisses, his hand sliding down from her waist to grip her buttocks, pressing her tightly against the rigid bulge straining in his pants. Her lips parted in a sharp gasp as she felt him—huge and unyielding—against her delicate body. “I’m so hard—so painfully arous