All Chapters of The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

DELUCAI stretched my legs across the coffee table in the dimly lit sitting room. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was unsettling. The nightmares had started to fade, sure, but that gnawing emptiness inside me hadn't left. It lingered like a phantom, heavy and unexplainable.I glanced up.Lucas was behind the wine bar, rifling through my collection like he owned the damn place. Bottles clinked softly as he inspected one label after another, completely unbothered by the late hour—or the fact that I hadn’t asked him to stay this long.“When are you leaving?” I asked, my voice dry.“Huh?” Lucas glanced over his shoulder briefly, then smirked and returned to ransacking my stash. “Guess I’ll go with this one,” he said, holding up a bottle of Bordeaux like he'd struck gold.He poured two glasses and handed me one without waiting for a thank you. I took it, more out of habit than interest.But before I could take a sip, a familiar voice cut through the room like a blade.“I see you’re celebrat

DELUCA The drive to Dante’s place felt like it was dragging my nerves over broken glass. My hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles pale, every muscle in my jaw aching from the pressure. I kept replaying Sarah’s words in my head, her voice cracking when she said Elena hadn’t come home.Dante.The name alone made my blood boil.If he had her…No. I couldn’t go there. Not yet.By the time I pulled up to his villa, the gates were half open like an invitation I knew better than to trust. Two of his guards stood outside, stone-faced, pretending they weren’t already watching me from the moment I turned onto the street.“Where’s Dante?” I asked, my voice sharp enough to cut glass.One of them smirked. “Not home.”That smirk made my fist twitch, but I forced it down. Losing it here would waste time I didn’t have.I stepped past them, checking the place myself—empty. Not even the faintest trace of him. It was like he’d vanished into thin air. And knowing Dante, that was exactly the point.Bac

ELENA Cold water slammed against my face, stealing the breath from my lungs. I jolted upright, choking, coughing so hard it felt like my ribs might crack. My skull throbbed like someone was hammering inside it, and then—like a cruel replay—I remembered the moment before darkness had swallowed me.Camila.That smug witch had struck me with a stick. Hard enough to drop me.“Welcome back, prodigal princess.”I forced my eyes open and looked at him. The spot where I’d bitten his left ear earlier was now hidden under a messy plaster. He grinned like he enjoyed wearing the wound.“Guess what?” Dante dangled his phone in the air with a sly smirk.The pounding in my head was so vicious I could barely string a thought together.“You’re making headlines,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Some fans are even praying for you right now.”His laugh was low and cruel, the kind that crawled under your skin.“There’s no way out of this one. No prayer, no miracle… nothing can save you from me.”He motioned to

DELUCA I drove with every ounce of fury pumping through my veins, the tires screeching as I tore down the road toward the warehouse. My chest heaved with rage. I should have known—hell, I did know—that I’d underestimated Camila. But I never thought she’d go this far. Not to Elena. Well… I’d be damned if I didn’t end it all tonight.The guard at the entrance stiffened when he saw me.“Where is she?” I barked, my voice sharp enough to cut steel.“Inside, Boss,” he stammered, stepping aside immediately.I stormed inside, my boots striking the concrete like hammer blows. Then I heard her—Camila’s voice, dripping with venom.“The bitch got what she deserves,” she sneered.Across the room, Lucas sat in the corner, absently drawing something on the dusty floor with his finger, his jaw tight, saying nothing.The rage inside me ignited, hot and blinding. I didn’t hesitate. I marched straight to where Camila was tied to a chair, my hands wrapping around her neck before she could even register

ELENADeluca rose from his seat beside the bed and moved to the chair across from me. My father immediately took the spot he’d just vacated, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.I could still feel the lingering heat of Deluca’s hand on my arm before my father walked in.“Thank you for rescuing my daughter,” my father said, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of gratitude that was hard to miss.Deluca stood, accepting my father’s firm handshake without a word.My father leaned in from where he sat on the bedside, his familiar scent wrapping around me as he kissed my forehead.“Is it all over now?” he asked softly, almost as though he feared the answer.I looked away, avoiding his eyes, my gaze fixed on the door instead. I wished someone—anyone—would walk in and break the heaviness pressing down on the room. But no one did.He sighed and straightened in his seat. I could feel Deluca’s stare on me, sharp and unyielding, like he was trying to read my mind.A light knock