All Chapters of The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Chapter 201 - Chapter 205

ELENAI should have been standing at my hotel window, soaking in the view—the way sunlight spilled over the old buildings, catching on the balconies with their curling ironwork. I should have been breathing in the beauty of Paris waking up, maybe even heading down for coffee, letting the scent of croissants remind me of everything this city was meant to be.But I hadn't come here for that.The paper with the address was crushed in my fist by the time I stepped out of the cab. My heart pounded so hard it rattled in my ribs. Each step toward the townhouse made me feel like I was walking into fire.The place was modest but elegant—cream walls, blue shutters, flowers spilling out of window boxes. It was exactly the kind of home Lorenzo would have chosen for someone he… cared about. The thought made bile burn in my throat.I raised my hand and knocked.It wasn’t long before the door creaked open. A woman stood there, her face pale, her body stiffening the instant her eyes met mine. She was

DELUCA I’d been standing in that hallway so long it felt like the walls were closing in. The clock on the wall swore it had only been minutes, but my chest told me otherwise. My palms itched to knock, to end the waiting, but instead I leaned against the frame, trapped in my own war of thoughts.I’d followed her here—across cities, across oceans. From Chicago to Paris. Every mile had been a strange mix of relief and dread. Relief, because I’d finally found her. Dread, because I had no idea what to say once I saw her or why I had followed her.What could I tell her? That I was sorry for everything she had uncovered about Lorenzo’s affair? That she didn’t deserve the weight that kept crashing down on her? That I’d wanted her for far longer than I had any right to?But when the door opened, all of it slipped away.Elena stood there, and it was like the world tilted.I braced for anger, for sharp words or a slammed door. Instead, she looked at me with something I hadn’t seen in her eyes f

DELUCA From where I sat, watching her at the head of the table, I knew it, this war was finally over.Across from me, Lucas caught my eye and smirked.“What?” I muttered, narrowing my gaze at him.He leaned back casually, the picture of mischief. “What happened in Paris?”A slow grin tugged at my lips. “Ever heard the saying, what happens in Paris stays in Paris?”Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not how it usually goes.”Before I could answer, Colton’s booming voice cut through the hall. “Wait, does this mean you and Elena are getting married?” His grin stretched ear to ear. “Oh, my world, I have a wedding to plan!”I rolled my eyes and pushed to my feet. “I’m done with you two. Enjoy your nonsense.”“Hey,” Lucas called after me, his tone teasing. “What should we tell Elena when she asks where you disappeared to?”“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I walked off.I found Elena’s father sitting quietly at a side table. He gestured toward the chair besi