All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Cristiano’s jaw clenched. Lillian shouldn’t have said it aloud. And hell—she shouldn’t have known it at all. His father had crossed the line this time. The Vitelli family never involved the women in famiglia matters. But it was now clear that Vittorio had confided everything to Lillian.However, that wasn’t the problem Cristiano feared. He would deal with his father and his mistress later, yes, he refused to consider her his father’s second wife. Right now, his worry was his mother, who was staring at him as if she had just seen a ghost.“What… what is she talking about, Cris?”Cristiano took a deep breath before turning to his mother. “Mother, let’s go inside. I’ll tell you everything.” Then he glared at his father, who was now avoiding his eyes like a man caught red-handed.“No. Tell me now,” Soraya demanded firmly, though her voice trembled with fear. “Was she talking about Siena? Why would they want to kill her?”“Mother!” Cristiano sighed, closing his eyes. “It’s famiglia business

No one in this world had the right to scold the Italian Don. No one—except his mother.And so Cristiano lowered his head in silent defeat and left the room, not because Vittorio deserved mercy, and not because he lacked answers—but because Soraya needed peace. He would rather walk away unanswered than upset her further.For him, Soraya was everything.She had always been.Every choice he made, every line he crossed, every sin he carried—he had done it for her. To give her what she deserved. What had always been rightfully hers. He had never hesitated to stain his hands, never thought twice before destroying anyone who stood in his way.And he never would.No other woman had ever held that place in his cold heart. No one else had the power to silence him with a single word, to make him obey without resistance.Only his mother.Yet as he walked away, another name flickered through his chest—uninvited, dangerous.A name that threatened to shatter everything he believed in—his life, his

Cristiano closed the door instantly and locked it, his heart still pounding hard against his ribs.“What is this, Siena?” he questioned, forcing his voice to sound aloof. But his eyes betrayed him—they dipped slowly, deliberately, glancing at her in a way that was anything but indifferent.The entire room had been transformed into an instrument of seduction. And his wife—his sweet, innocent wife—was lying on the bed like a temptress, clad in that sinful lingerie, leaving nothing to his imagination.His body reacted instantly.For a split second, he imagined rushing to her, pinning her beneath him, tearing the lace away, fucking her hard, and burying himself deep in her until she cried his name.But he didn’t move.He stood there, pretending he wasn’t affected at all.Siena said nothing. Instead, she smiled mischievously and tapped her fingertip against her phone screen. A sensual song began to play softly, filling the room.“Fuck…” Cristiano muttered under his breath.The room was dim

Cristiano stripped out of his clothes and stepped under the shower, turning the water on full. He needed a distraction. Control. He needed to focus on the plan—on everything that mattered more than emotion.But no matter how hard he tried to shove her name out of his thoughts, Siena returned to him again and again.Her innocent eyes haunted him—those eyes that looked at him as if he were her entire world, silently begging for his love. Her delicate body wrapped in pink lace… his favorite. His weakness. The memory of her touch, her trembling breath, her scent, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat—everything about her was impossible to erase.She was everything his heart desired.His breathing grew heavy as he braced his hands against the cold tiled wall, muscles tense beneath his skin. Cold water poured down his body, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging inside him. Nothing dulled the need she had ignited.Then he heard the bathroom door open.He knew without looking who it was.St

It had felt too natural with her. So natural that he hadn’t even thought about protection. He had never wanted a barrier between them—physical or otherwise.Now that recklessness burned.Anger twisted in his chest, sharp and unforgiving. At himself. At the moment of weakness that had made him forget who he was and what was at stake.Carefully, he eased Siena’s head from his shoulder and placed it on the pillow. Then he rose from the bed and reached for his phone on the bedside table, fingers moving quickly as he sent a short message to his assistant before tossing the device aside.Siena watched him, confused. He didn’t explain. Didn’t even look at her.He disappeared into the bathroom and returned minutes later, dressed in his sleepwear, his expression closed off—cold again.A knock sounded at the door.Cristiano went to answer it. A maid stood there, her head bowed respectfully. “Mr. Vitelli, your assistant came and asked me to deliver this.”She handed him a small bag. Cristiano t