Todos los capítulos de The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Capítulo 251 - Capítulo 260

The next morning, Cristiano woke with a low groan, realizing his right shoulder and arm had gone numb. Blinking his eyes open in irritation, he found the reason: Siena’s beautiful face nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder as if it were her personal pillow, her body curled into him as if he were her comforter.His annoyance melted instantly, replaced by the memories from last night. But as they came rushing back, a grimace pulled at his lips. What the hell had he done? What had he said under the influence of alcohol? He had never lost control while drunk—not once. So what had gotten into him last night?In truth, he didn’t want to accept that what he had said and done was his heart’s true desire. But he didn’t want to admit it. He just wanted to deny those feelings Siena had stirred in his heart.Carefully, he lifted her head from his shoulder and placed it on the pillow before slipping away. He changed into his exercise shorts, skipping a shirt, and headed straight to

“Ever heard of love at second sight—or third, fourth, fifth sight?” she asked, biting the corner of her bottom lip mischievously.He furrowed his brow in annoyance.“No?!” she giggled. “Then watch it happen for the first time. I fell for you, Cristiano Vitelli.”Cristiano felt his throat tighten and his mouth go dry. He hadn’t expected this from her—not now, not acting like this. His jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides. He exhaled sharply and barked, “Stop thinking nonsense. Let me leave for the office—I’m already late for my meeting.”He could have grabbed her arm and shoved her away, but instead, he stood still, lowering his hands to his sides.“Oops… sorry,” she giggled softly, slowly removing her arms and pulling away from him.Without glancing back, he strode toward the door. Siena’s heart sank, something twisting deep inside her—something darker than sadness… something like fear. He hadn’t questioned her about Fabio when she thought he would. Was that why he’d been so co

“You’re coming, boss?!” Toni, one of the men, asked, his voice thick with shock.Cristiano’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained dangerously calm. “What… can’t I come with you?”Toni instantly regretted asking. He knew better than to question the Don.“No, Don, I… I… I mean…” Toni stammered, stumbling over his words. “You—you refused to go earlier, that’s why I… I was confused.”Cristiano let out a low, dismissive “Hmm,” as if the matter was beneath him.Toni let out a breath of relief. His eyes softened, and he silently thanked whatever forces kept the Don from being in a bad mood today. He’d live to see another sunrise.But Hunter’s sharp eyes studied the Don with a calculating, knowing look. If Cristiano had changed his decision, there had to be a reason behind it—a very important reason.“Boss, I need a few days off,” Lino, another one of the men, blurted out abruptly.Cristiano’s cold gaze didn’t lift from his glass. He simply swirled the amber liquid, his expression u

Though his face was cold, his heart still pounded from fear for Lino. If anything happened to him, he vowed silently, he would make the person behind this betrayal pay. His jaw clenched tightly, thoughts racing. However, deep down, he had sensed this coming the moment Tom demanded his presence for the deal. Still, he came not just to inspect the arms, but to uncover who plotted against him and who fed information to their enemies.But calling the police… that was Tom’s final, unforgivable mistake. Now Tom lay dead, and there was no chance he’d live to see another sunrise.Toni’s eyes widened in fear. He didn’t question further. With a grim nod, he lifted Lino and began retreating toward their car.Cristiano, covering their escape, fired cross shots from his position, keeping the advancing officers at bay. Hunter sat at the wheel, engine already running, eyes fixed on the path ahead. As soon as he saw them coming back, he instantly understood, and Garo yanked the car door open.Cristia

As soon as they entered their room, Cristiano gently set Siena on her feet and began removing his suit jacket, then slowly loosened the buttons of his shirt one by one.Siena’s breath hitched. Her eyes, wet with tears, were fixed on him, wide with fear. The thought of seeing his wound terrified her. As he opened the final button and peeled the shirt off, she bit her lip hard, trying to suppress a sob. Her eyes darted away, unwilling to face the sight.For a few seconds, he stood still, bare-chested. Finally, gathering courage, Siena turned back, took a shaky breath, and glanced at his torso.Her eyes went wide in disbelief.He was unharmed.Not a scratch, not a trace of blood.Relief and disbelief flooded her expression. She instinctively stepped closer, her hands trembling as they reached for his chest and abdomen. Her fingers traced over the taut muscles, the smooth skin, and the dark ink of tattoos stretching from his shoulder down his arm—nothing more.Her eyes searched every inch