Semua Bab The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Bab 371 - Bab 380

Cristiano’s eyes turned cold, his expression deadly, and Siena’s heart sank in gloom. “Your uncle… the Pakhan’s younger brother,” he replied, his voice stripped of all warmth.Siena finally let out the breath she had been holding, waiting for his answer.A wave of relief washed over her when she realized her father had not been responsible. Had he been, she would never have forgiven Cristiano—never. Yet she was still upset that Nikolai had protected the guilty instead of handing the culprit over to the Italian Mafia. He hadn’t punished his brother for assaulting and killing a woman, for dragging an innocent life into a brutal rivalry that was never hers to bear.And for that sin, Siena had paid the price.Years stolen. A life torn apart. Taken from her family and used as a pawn, all in the name of revenge that had never truly been hers.“Now hurry,” he ordered, impatience creeping in.She dragged a bag out from under the bed, its fabric scraping softly against the floor, and began stu

Even though he couldn't connect with anyone in Florence, his intuition told him that nothing happening there was right. Somehow, Cristiano’s worry was justified.He left without speaking to Vittorio—there was no time after receiving Siena’s message, and he knew that informing him later would only invite more trouble. Silently, he entrusted everything to fate and timing.But there were always opportunists lurking, waiting for the perfect moment. And this was the perfect chance for them to strike at the weakest point of the former mafia king, Vittorio Vitelli.Lillian had successfully turned Vittorio against Elena, exposing her affair with her bodyguard. Vittorio’s fury boiled over—first at his son, then at his daughter. He had Elena’s bodyguard beaten mercilessly and thrown into the mafia’s underground dungeon, while Elena herself was locked away in the mansion.Lillian wasn’t done. She demanded that her son, Gino, be made heir and the new Italian Don. But Vittorio refused. “Gino isn’t

She frowned. He was acting strange all of a sudden.“Siena, I’m here now. I love you, and I will never leave you again. Come with me,” Fabio pleaded, grabbing her hand and pulling her urgently, trying to drag her away from the chaos.But Siena didn’t move.Her eyes remained fixed on the road, yearning for the moment her husband would come back to her.“Shut up, Fabio,” she snapped, yanking her hand free. “Don’t talk to me like that. I won’t tolerate it—and I won’t listen to a single word against my husband.”“I’m only telling you the truth,” Fabio said harshly. “He can’t survive the Bratva. And even if he comes back alive, he’ll take you to that place again — where everyone wants to see you dead.”“He will come back. I know my husband. No one can touch him,” Siena glared, her eyes burning with fury.“Siena…” Fabio sighed helplessly, his eyes pleading. He loved her — only her. And he still couldn’t stop loving her.But Siena turned her face away and said coldly, “You can leave if you’

Yet, the bullet never reached its mark.Hunter lunged through the air, throwing his body forward as a human shield. The sickening thud of lead hitting flesh echoed through the hall. As Hunter hit the ground, blood began to bloom rapidly across his stomach, staining his shirt a deep crimson. Even as his strength began to fail, his aim remained true. He leveled his weapon and fired a single, deafening shot, catching Gino square in the forehead.Gino collapsed, dead before he hit the floor.Vittorio stood frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. The world seemed to blur. His own blood—his son—had just tried to murder him, yet the man he had never valued, his eldest son’s best friend, had just taken a bullet for him."Why, Hunter?" Vittorio choked out, his voice thick with remorse. "Why did you do this? I deserved to die, not you."Hunter slumped against the cold marble, a pained, bloody smile tugging at his lips. "Chris told me... protect his family while he was gone," he gasped, his b

As soon as Cristiano landed in Florence, he went straight to the hospital. Lino was already waiting at the curb in a dark sedan, the engine idling as the Italian Don slid into the leather seat.Upon arriving at the hospital, he found his father, Vittorio, waiting along with Adrian, Garo, and Toni. Dozens of armed guards lined the hallways, their hands hovering near their jackets, ready to defend the wing where Hunter was being kept.Cristiano walked through the corridors with a fearless stride, his head held high despite knowing he had been declared a wanted man by the Famiglia. He expected a confrontation, but the silence shocked him; no one moved to capture him, and no one dared to force him down. The air was thick with a strange, uneasy respect.Lino had filled him in on every grim detail during the drive—the betrayal, the backstabbing, and the redemption. He learned everything that had unfolded in his absence, including the fact that Gino and Lillian were finally dead. His grandmot