All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

“How dare you!” the grandmother yelled, her voice shaking with fury. “Leave my cane. This insolent woman needs to learn the consequences of defying me.”But the hand gripping her cane didn’t let go. It held firmly for a moment—steady, unshaken—before slowly lowering it and releasing it back into the grandmother’s grasp, leaving her seething in rage.Siena stared at her husband in shock. Elena, who had just walked in, gasped loudly. Even Soraya’s eyes widened in disbelief.There was never a day when a man from the Vitelli family stood against the grandmother. She always did whatever she wanted, and she treated daughters-in-law like they were nothing—like they didn’t deserve respect, didn’t have voices, didn’t have feelings.“No, Grandmother. You’re not going to hit my wife,” Cristiano announced in a cold, steady tone.This time, it was the grandmother whose eyes widened.“What… what did you just say?” she muttered in disbelief.“You heard me,” he said, voice firm and authoritative. “Si

After her lectures ended, Siena said goodbye to her friends and headed toward the parking lot. But she froze when she saw Gino standing there, waiting.She ignored him and walked past, but he grabbed her arm.“Siena, listen to me—”“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, yanking her hand away, fury flashing in her eyes.He raised both hands in surrender just as her bodyguards stepped in, moving closer.“Guys, I’m her brother-in-law,” he reminded them. The guards looked at Siena for instruction, and she gave a small nod. They stepped back, reluctantly.“Siena… I know you must be angry about what happened this morning,” Gino said, following her as she walked. She didn’t slow down.“Grandmother is always like this, and I’m sorry,” he added, but when she didn’t even look at him, he sighed. “Siena, please listen to me first. This is very important.”She kept walking.“It’s about your husband,” he raised his voice slightly.That made Siena stop.She turned, eyes sharp. “Don’t drag my husband into yo

Cristiano slumped into an old, worn chair, the wood creaking beneath him as he pressed his palms into his forehead. His chest felt tight—too tight. He had always known this day would come. And yet… he still let himself fall for her.He should have stopped himself.He shouldn’t have let her slip past the iron walls around his heart—shouldn’t have let her break them piece by piece.Because until this very moment, revenge was the only thing he had ever lived for.He exhaled shakily.It all started twenty years ago, when Cristiano’s grandfather ruled the famiglia as the kingpin of the Italian Mafia.Vittorio’s sister—young, naïve, and deeply protected—had fallen in love with a Bratva man. But it wasn’t love. It was a trap.She was lured away from her security, and the long-standing rivalry between the Russians and Italians exploded into something far more vicious. The Italian famiglia believed the Russian Pakhan, Nikolai Baranov, had abducted the Italian don’s daughter, raped her, and

Cristiano paced the hospital corridor, jaw locked, phone pressed tightly to his ear. The doctor had already examined Siena. The diagnosis was simple—shock, trauma, nothing life-threatening. She would wake up soon. The information eased him only a little; his pulse was still a wild, restless drum in his chest.On the line, Hunter’s voice trembled with panic.“Cris—what the hell were you thinking?! You shot Gino! If the Famiglia finds out, they’ll question everything. They’ll dig into Siena. They’ll dig into you. You could lose the throne—hell, they could execute both of you!”Cristiano rubbed a hand down his face, exhausted and furious.“I don’t give a damn about the Famiglia,” he muttered. “I had no choice. He had a gun on her.”“This is bad,” Hunter whispered. “They’re going to call for a vote… Vittorio will twist it against you—”Footsteps thundered across the hall.Cristiano looked up.His father was striding toward him like a storm—eyes burning, jaw tight with murderous rage.Cr

Siena couldn’t speak. Hell, she couldn’t even believe what she was hearing. “No… no, no, no…” She shook her head desperately. “No. That’s not true. You’re lying. You love me—right?” Her voice cracked, her eyes locked on his, begging for a denial.But he said nothing. He just stood there, silent… his face cold, unreadable. And Siena’s heart broke—but still, she refused to believe he didn’t love her.“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. “I’m scared, Cris…” Her anger dissolved, replaced by pure desperation. Fear.“You’re so easy to fool, Siena.” His smirk was dark, cruel. Siena’s eyes instantly filled with tears.“No. This can’t be true,” she choked. “You love me. And I love you. That’s the only truth.”He merely rolled his shoulders back and turned to leave.Panicking, Siena pushed herself off the hospital bed, but her head was still spinning. Her knees buckled—and before she hit the floor, Cristiano’s strong arms caught her and held her upright.She looked up at him and manage