All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

“Still thinking about your ex?” He asked as his voice edged with dominance.Siena froze, a chill running down her spine. Had she spoken her thoughts aloud without realizing it? How could he know… everything she was feeling? Everything she was thinking?“Tell me, baby girl,” he murmured, lifting himself slightly to hover over her, his stormy grey eyes locked on hers. “Do you still miss him?”The question took her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Did she still miss Fabio? He had broken her heart, and for a moment, anger and hurt flared inside her. But could anyone truly forget their first love? Seeing him again—even now, she is married to Cristiano—had made her heart skip a beat. She had to remind herself: she was no longer his, and what Fabio had done—leaving her, shattering her—was unforgivable.She lifted her lashes, meeting Cristiano’s expectant gaze. Her fingers traced his cheek softly, full of affection. “I’m your wife. No other man will ever cross my mind the way y

When Siena woke, the room was empty. Cristiano was nowhere to be found. She checked the bathroom—still nothing. For a brief moment, a playful thought crossed her mind. He’s probably at the gym… she would surprise him, maybe tease him a little. A small, mischievous smile curled on her lips as she imagined how she’d catch him off guard.But when she stepped out of the bedroom and headed toward the gym, her smile froze. In the corridor, she saw her husband and father-in-law standing together in a quiet conversation. Their faces were tense, their voices low but sharp. She crept closer, heart racing—and what she heard made her world collapse.They were discussing her husband’s second marriage.It had only been a week since their wedding… and they were already planning to bring him a second wife?A wave of unbearable pain hit her chest so hard she nearly crumpled. Nothing—not even the heartbreak with Fabio, not even the way her own family had abandoned her—could compare to this. This was dev

Siena felt confused and frustrated by her husband’s sudden mood swings. How easily he shifted from burning with desire to icy indifference. One moment, he showed how much he wanted her, how deeply he craved her… and the next, the moment she asked for answers or questioned him, he turned cold and distant—almost like a stranger.Was he afraid she knew something she shouldn’t? Was he hiding something that twisted his personality so quickly?Whatever his problems were, all she wanted was for him to be safe… and hers. Only hers.The thought of him being attacked terrified her so much that she couldn’t get it out of her mind, nor could she quiet the anxiety rising inside her. Eager for any distraction, desperate to take her mind off the worry, she went to the kitchen to help her mother-in-law, who was already busy preparing breakfast for everyone. After a while, Elena joined them, and as they all got caught up in lighthearted conversation, Siena felt her tension ease, if only for a little wh

Elena and Siena exchanged a quick glance, their eyes filling with worry. Then immediately they both knelt beside her and wrapped their arms around her, holding her close.They let her cry—loud, broken sobs filling the room—until the storm in her heart began to soften, until the pain inside her loosened its grip.For a long time, there was nothing but tears, breathless embraces, and the quiet understanding that sometimes love isn’t about fixing things—it’s about holding on while the hurting is raw.Siena gently kissed Soraya’s hair and murmured, “One day, Dad will realize what he’s missed all these years… because he couldn’t have found a more loving wife than you, or children as good and capable as Cris and Elena. I just hope he doesn’t realize it too late.”Elena looked at her with a spark of hope, and Siena gave her a reassuring nod.They stayed like that for a few quiet minutes, holding each other, before Soraya wiped her eyes and lifted her face.Siena pleaded softly, “Mom… please

“Father,” Gino strolled into Vittorio’s office with his usual smirk. “You wanted to see me?”“Gino!” Vittorio’s face twisted with anger the moment he laid eyes on his son.The smirk faded. Gino’s expression grew serious as he stopped in the middle of the room. Vittorio rose from behind his desk, his steps heavy and intimidating as he closed the distance.“Gino,” he said, his voice low but furious, “I expect an honest answer. Don’t you dare lie to me.”“What’s going on, Father? Why are you talking like this?” Gino asked, feigning confusion, his brows furrowed.“Tell me honestly.” Vittorio’s sharp gaze locked on his son, his tone cutting like steel. “Did you sabotage the latest arms deal and conspire to kill Cristiano?”“What?” Gino’s denial came quick, his tone firm. “No, Father. Why would I ever do that?” But his eyes flickered—just enough to betray him.“We lost a deal last night, nearly lost our men, and Cristiano’s life was hanging by a thread.” Vittorio’s eyes narrowed as he studi