All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Though Vittorio pretended to remain calm before his sons, as if nothing touched him, a storm churned violently inside. Cristiano had always been the obedient one, never daring to interfere in his father’s affairs. Even when Vittorio had shamelessly bedded his son’s girlfriend, Cristiano hadn’t confronted him. Vittorio knew his son must have been aware of the affair, yet he never defied or argued against his father’s choices.He also knew how fiercely protective Cristiano was of Soraya, but Vittorio found that almost natural—after all, he himself had once placed his own mother above everything and everyone. In that way, father and son were alike. And perhaps that was why Vittorio had always been secretly proud of Cristiano. The boy carried his blood, his instincts, his ruthlessness—everything needed to become a true heir, even if Vittorio never said it aloud.But today, for the first time, something unsettled Vittorio. It felt as though the ground beneath his family was shifting. That

Siena went straight to her room, but her mind was still reeling from what Vittorio had told her about Cristiano. Her heart ached. Was it all repeating again? She had started to trust him—trust him with her heart, her life—and he… he had only been pretending to be kind to her? He had barged right into the middle of her conversation with Vittorio and, without so much as an explanation, ordered her to leave immediately and return to her room. Why? The answer clawed at her chest—because he must have been afraid Vittorio would reveal more of his filthy secrets. That had to be it. That was why he dismissed her so quickly, without giving her a chance to speak, to ask, or even to understand.He hadn’t said a word to reassure her. He hadn’t explained anything. He had just commanded her to go.And why? To hide his infidelity for as long as he could.Her husband… the man she had begun to trust… had mistresses. The word itself burned in her mind, slicing into her heart until she felt she couldn’

He stood there, completely clueless about what to say, but still mumbled sullenly, “How would I know you were coming into my life, doll?”“But you could’ve at least saved yourself for your future wife,” she shot back sharply.He had no answer to that—because the truth was, he had never planned on marrying anyone. And he couldn’t tell her that. If his father hadn’t forced this marriage by making it a condition, he would still be single even now.“Let go of me and never come close or touch me,” she gritted through clenched teeth, shoving him again. But his towering frame—mountain-like, unyielding— made it impossible for her to move him.“You’re my wife. I can touch you,” he said, his voice unnervingly calm, almost detached.“No, you can’t. Go to your mistresses. Touch them instead,” she spat the words, immediately cringing at how sharp and bitter they sounded, even to herself.“Why would I go to anyone else when I married you? You’re the one I want, baby doll,” he said, his tone softeni

Siena was still struggling to process how easily he’d bought everything she so much as glanced at. Dresses, heels, handbags — all piled into his arms without a word of hesitation. And now, with those purchases handed off to one of his bodyguards to load into the car, they were stepping into a place that made her pulse race for a whole new reason. La Perla. The boutique smelled faintly of vanilla and roses, the soft lighting casting a glow over silk, lace, and satin that looked far too beautiful — and far too expensive — to even touch. Siena hesitated at the entrance, her steps small, unsure. It was the first time a man had ever spent so much on her, and only today did she truly understand what it meant to be spoiled by someone. However, this man was her husband. She drifted along the displays, fingertips brushing delicate lingerie she would never have dared to buy for herself. Each tag made her swallow hard — outrageously priced, impossibly elegant — and yet the pieces were so exqui

“Look—champagne!” she blurted, her voice slightly desperate as she tried to mask her nervousness. She hurried toward the table where a bottle of champagne rested among scattered rose petals, alongside a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries.Her eyes lit up with excitement as she picked one up, holding it out to him.“I don’t like strawberries,” he said simply, his hands once again tucked casually into his pants pockets.“Really?” Siena’s eyes widened in surprise, her voice full of incredulity. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” She popped one into her mouth anyway, moaning softly as she savored the rich, chocolatey sweetness.“Delicious,” she grinned, chewing slowly, savoring the chocolate.Cristiano stepped closer, one hand slipping from his pocket as his thumb lifted to her face, gently brushing the corner of her mouth to wipe away the smudge of chocolate. Maintaining eye contact, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean.“Umm… actually, it’s delicious,” he murmured, h