Semua Bab The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Bab 311 - Bab 320

The news that Cristiano Vitelli’s wife was in the headlines had Vittorio furious. He didn’t want to argue about it at home, so he waited until they were in the office. Vittorio stood over Cristiano, hands on the desk. “What were you thinking when you did this?” he snapped. “Why did you go to her college and announce she’s your wife? Now it’s everywhere.”Cristiano stayed unnervingly calm. “I know what I’m doing, Father.”“Do you?” Vittorio barked. “Was it wise to reveal her identity? Do you understand what that means? They’ll be coming for her any day now.”Cristiano’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer instantly.“I am not a kid, Father. Don’t worry — nothing’s going to happen. Why would they come after her just because I married her? And if you’re so worried, why did you make me marry her?” Cristiano snapped, irritation flickering across his face, but doing nothing to calm his father.Vittorio stared at his son for a long, hard minute. His jaw tightened. The words came out low and clip

Raffaele remembered how many times he had wanted to call Cristiano back then… how badly he had wanted to ask about Siena’s well-being. But he never did. Not because he feared the Italian Don’s temper or the warning never to bring up her name—he wasn’t that kind of coward. It was the fear of hearing something he wasn’t ready to face. The fear that something terrible had happened to Siena.He had always known she wasn’t his real sister, but his heart had refused to accept that. He had loved her as one of his own, protected her every single day of her life. If not for the threat hanging over his family, he would have thrown himself in front of death itself to shield her. Instead, he had been forced into a deal he despised.And then the news came out—headlines about Cristiano Vitelli being utterly taken with his wife, the Italian Don displaying affection for her in public without an ounce of restraint. He still remembered the relief that washed through him. Siena was alive. She was

Cristiano started driving, and as the car rolled onto the road, Siena felt her cheeks still burning. She couldn’t believe she had just put Carina in her place—right in front of Cristiano. God, what must he be thinking of her now? That she was aggressive? A bully? The thought made her wince in embarrassment.But before she could spiral further, she flinched at the sudden warmth covering her hand. Cristiano’s fingers slid over hers, gently clasping her hand on her lap while he kept his other hand steady on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.Siena’s heart skipped a beat. Wow. She had always dreamed of moments like this—simple, soft, and intimate. A romantic drive with her husband holding her hand as if he couldn’t bear to let go. His thumb traced slow circles over the back of her palm, sending a rush of goosebumps up her arms again and again.“After I drop you home, I have to go back to the office,” he said, shifting his gaze toward her curious eyes for a brief second before foc

“Siena!” “Siena!”Cristiano shouted her name as he tore through the room, checking the bathroom, the closet—every corner.She wasn’t there.Where could she have gone at this hour?Panic shot through him. His chest tightened as he spun around, ready to storm out and search the entire house. Then he noticed it—the balcony door, wide open, the curtains drifting in the night breeze.He froze.There. A small silhouette.He walked toward the balcony.“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his tone carrying an edge he couldn’t hide. It wasn’t anger—it was fear. His eyes settled on his wife, standing still, staring at the moon as if lost in another world.Siena turned slowly and smiled. “You’re home?”“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “But why are you out here? You’ll catch a cold.” He didn’t want to admit how terrified he’d been when he didn’t find her.“Oh…” She blinked and shivered, hugging her arms around herself. “The moon is so beautiful tonight. And the air… the night just feels

“How do you even have Raffaele’s number?” Siena asked, confusion and suspicion sharpening her voice.“I have my ways,” Cristiano replied calmly, his face perfectly unreadable.“What ways?” she pressed, crossing her arms with a deep frown.“You get to talk to your family, right? That’s all that should matter to you. Why bother with the details?” He said, his tone teasing, almost manipulative.Siena stared at him for a long moment, searching his expression for the truth. When he clearly wasn’t going to give her more, she exhaled and let her shoulders drop. “Fine… I can’t deny you’re the best husband. I guess I’m lucky.”Cristiano’s smirk curved, slow and amused. “What kind of halfhearted gesture is that to appreciate your husband?”Before she could respond, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bed.“Enough talking,” he murmured, leaning over her, his voice dropping into that deep, commanding tone that never failed to make her blush. “I want you.”Siena bit her li