All Chapters of The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

“What do you mean?” Siena frowned, suspicion tightening her features.“Exactly what I said. Every word.” Lino didn’t repeat himself—he stood by it.Siena’s frown deepened. “And why would you do that?” Her voice dropped. “Go against your Don?”A bitter smirk tugged at Lino’s lips—empty, pained. “Because I hate him,” he said flatly. “Because of Cristiano Vitelli, I’m trapped in this life. I can’t be with the woman I love.” His jaw tightened. “All I want is revenge.”He stepped closer, facing her fully now. “That’s why I’ll help you disappear. I want to see that look on his face—the moment he realizes he’s not untouchable.” Lino lifted his chin. “He thinks he’s smarter than everyone. That fear rules this world. That no one dares defy him.” His eyes hardened. “He’s wrong.”Siena stared at him, shaken. She couldn’t believe her husband was surrounded by traitors. Then again… why should she care?He was the one who had betrayed her—her trust, their marriage. Men like this suited him.“Signor

The moment Riya and Anna heard Siena crying, their voices softened instantly.“Si… don’t cry,” Anna said gently, her voice coming through the phone like a hand on Siena’s back.“Yeah,” Riya added, anger lacing her concern. “Why waste your tears on an asshole like him?”Siena let out a shaky breath, wiping at her eyes even though the tears kept coming. “I don’t know how to stop,” she whispered. “No matter how much I try to be strong… they just fall on their own.”Her throat tightened before she could continue. “Today is Valentine’s Day,” she said softly. “I had planned so many things. I thought—” her voice cracked, “—I really thought he had a surprise for me. When I heard we were going to a party, I believed it was for us.”She laughed bitterly through her tears. “It was a surprise… just not the kind I imagined.”There was a pause, heavy and aching.“I never thought Cris would betray me,” she murmured. “Not like this. Not after everything. It feels like my past is repeating itself al

“I told you,” Fabio said, frustration roughening his voice. “That man isn’t trustworthy. He never deserved your love. At least now you see it. Better late than too late.”Siena released a shaky breath before answering. “I didn’t call you to ask whether my decision was right,” she said quietly. “I called to tell you that I’m ready to leave.”There was a brief pause on the line—then Fabio exhaled, as if holding himself back. “Good,” he said, forcing calm into his voice. “Now listen to me carefully, Siena. Do exactly as I say.”He laid out the plan—precise, urgent, leaving no room for hesitation.“Follow it,” he finished. “Stick to it. I’ll get you out of that hell.”Siena swallowed. “How?” Her voice trembled despite herself. “Cristiano is the Italian Don. He won’t let me walk away so easily—not until he gets what he married me for.”“Don’t worry,” Fabio replied firmly. “I won’t betray your trust. Not now. Not ever. I’ll protect you with my life.”She didn’t respond.Because once upon

Siena steadied her breath, forcing her anxiety down. She gathered what little strength she had left and looked straight into his eyes. “Why do you care?” she asked, her voice shaking but defiant. “You said you don’t love me… you don’t, right?”Cristiano smirked, his eyes narrowing.She really was his match.In the beginning, she had barely been able to stand in his presence—nervous, guarded, never breathing freely. Now she challenged him. Fought him. Met his gaze without fear.The Italian don felt a dangerous swell of pride.If anyone could rule his empire beside him, it would be her.If only things were different. If only blood and hatred hadn’t torn their families apart for generations.Then maybe—just maybe—they could have belonged to each other forever.“Baby doll, listen to me—and listen carefully. You can never escape me,” he said, his voice low, carrying a warning. “Don’t even think about it. Not in your dreams. The consequences would be more than you could bear.”She lifted

Siena descended the stairs, her heart still aching with a dull, relentless pain. She kept telling herself this had to be the last time he broke her heart. It had to be—because she was going to disappear.But how?Fabio had told her he would be waiting. Still, escaping under so many watchful eyes wouldn’t be easy. Lino had offered his help too, but it would put his life at risk—and she had seen with her own eyes how Cristiano took lives without hesitation, without remorse.Lost in these thoughts, she barely noticed Elena step in front of her and take her hand.Siena looked up, anger flashing in her eyes. Yes, she was angry—angry at all of them.She had trusted Soraya and Elena. Believed they would stand by her, defend her against the cruelty of her own husband—against him marrying another woman while she was still his wife.But here they were.Going along with everything.Elena stood before her, dressed beautifully, ready to attend her brother’s second wedding as if nothing was wrong.