All Chapters of Chasing His Betrayed Ex-Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Third povThe wedding guest was filled with tension; some had fled the party to avoid being caught in a violent confrontation. The curious ones remained, eager to spread the news about the three rival Mafia lords who were intent on tearing each other apart. Everyone could sense the tension in the air as soon as Dominic entered. Anger and rage surged in Ivan and Vincent's hearts at the sight of him. After all, everyone knew that Dominic was not one to shy away from trouble. His arrival here had earned him a great deal of respect from the men for his fearlessness. No one truly knew the backstory involving the three dons, but everyone was aware that it all revolved around one woman: Clarissa. The guests were well aware of Dominic's recent theft of the bride less than three months ago, and now she was officially married to Ivan. Everyone noticed the way Dominic looked at the bride, unashamed despite the eyes on him. Vincent lurked in the corner, watching his cousin, who didn’t even

“Aiden,” I said, glancing back at him. “See them out. Ensure they leave with a reminder of what happens when loyalty falters.”“Yes, Don,” Aiden replied with a sharp nod, his grin broadening.“Wait!” Nas shouted, panic evident in his voice. He rushed forward, still on his knees, hands reaching out in desperation. “Don, please. We’ve risked everything to come here. You have to trust us!” he pleaded.I turned to face him, his presence making me feel nauseous. He was right there when I was cast out of the mafia, watching as I was thrown out of what I had dedicated my life to build, and he did nothing. I was certain Vincent couldn't give them the attention they needed, which was likely why they had come back to me, seeking my help to restore what had been lost. He was like a snake.I turned slowly, my expression icy as I locked eyes with him. “Believe you?” I echoed, my voice dripping with contempt. “You expect me to trust the same men who stood by while I was hunted, the same men who tar

His words burned through me like acid, igniting a fire I could barely contain. My fists clenched, my knuckles turning white, but I held back. Just as I opened my mouth to unleash everything I’d been bottling inside, I felt a presence beside me.Dominic.His hand was on my shoulder, firm but calming. I turned to look at him, my anger still simmering just beneath the surface. His dark eyes locked onto mine, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. He leaned in close, his voice low and steady.“He’s not worth it,” he said softly, his words cutting through the haze of fury clouding my mind. “You don’t need to say anything,”He said.I hesitated, my anger wavering. Then he pulled me into a tight embrace. The weight of his arms around me was both comforting and suffocating, a reminder of everything we’d been through—everything he had lost. A tear slipped down my cheek as I looked up at him. The pain in his eyes mirrored my own, and my anger dissolved into sadness. He had lost his

I sat there, my legs trembling as my heart raced from the chaos of the past few hours. The mere thought of Vincent had me angry.My eyes were fixed on the floor, the fabric of my wedding dress pooling around me like an illusion of the happiness I had tried to create. I looked up to Dominic,his expression a mix of relief and pain. He reached out to me slowly, reaching out for my hands. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe I was real. “He’ll pay,” he said, his voice firm, yet laced with emotion. His eyes burned with a fire I hadn’t seen in a long time. “I know how he’ll pay, but for now…” He smiled faintly and squeezed my hands. “For now, let’s rejoice. I’m just so happy to have you back.”he said as he gave me a small smile, which i returned.I blinked, unsure of how to respond. He moved closer, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. I could see Leo had closed his eyes asleep already in his arms.The intimate gesture startled me, and I let

Elena hesitated, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. “It’s… the portrait from the wedding, ma’am.” “I *know* what it is!” Camilla snapped. “I want it gone. Take it down. Now!” Elena looked flustered. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we would need the Don’s permission to—” “Come here maid, " she called Elena, who stepped forward.A loud crack resonated through the foyer as Camilla struck Elena across the face. “I am the wife of the don, the one and only wife; no one else matters here except for me. Can you believe that on my very first day in my marital home, I have to see not just a picture of my husband but also one of him with his ex-wife?” she shouted dramatically. “Don’t you dare treat her like that!” I retorted, my voice shaking with anger. Camilla shifted her glare toward me, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “What did you just say to me?” she spat, stepping closer. “I said don’t you dare hit another person like that,” I replied, my voice now steady. Her gaze flic