All Chapters of The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA THEN. Lorenzo Russo sat comfortably on the worn couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle. His dark suit, perfectly tailored to his lean, muscular frame, hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the strong cut of his jaw as it caught the low light. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, swirling the amber liquid lazily, the ice clinking softly against the glass.And across from him, my dad was laughing.Not just a polite laugh—but a real, genuine laugh that softened the lines on his face. His head was tilted back slightly, his eyes crinkled with warmth I hadn’t seen in years—not since my mom passed away.Lorenzo’s gaze slid toward me as I stepped inside, his dark eyes sharp and steady beneath the low light. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“You’re home,” he said smoothly, his voice low and rich.My dad turned, his face brightening when he saw me. “Honey,” he said, still catching h

ELENA I noticed Mr. Leo beginning to panic, and I couldn’t blame him. He was probably wondering what would happen to his wife and children if anything happened to him.Despite his anxiety, he kept driving steadily, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.“Just keep driving, Mr. Leo,” I said softly. “Don’t alert whoever’s following us.”He gave a stiff nod, wiping sweat from his forehead even though the air conditioner was working perfectly. His tension was palpable, but I couldn’t let him give us away.As for me, I knew I had touched the tiger’s tail the moment I decided to investigate my late husband's death. And things only got worse when I refused the mafia elders’ decision for Dante to take over Lorenzo's business while I quietly stepped aside. That defiance had made me more enemies than I could count.I glanced back at the sleek black SUV trailing us, hoping they hadn’t noticed that we were aware of them. My mind raced until an idea clicked into place.“When we reach the next

ELENA.Sarah never ceases to amaze me. She's been dressing up for the past half hour, and I’ve already checked my wristwatch for what feels like the hundredth time. Maybe inviting her was a bad idea. I curse under my breath.Just as I’m about to lose my patience, I hear the soft click of heels against wood. I look up from my watch and see her descending the staircase, wearing a form-fitting pencil gown that hugs her curves perfectly. Her long brown hair cascades down her shoulders in soft waves, catching the light.“Wow,” I say, raising a brow as I give her a slow once-over. “Trying to seduce my old man?”“A girl’s gotta look good,” Sarah says, flicking her hair back with a practiced grace.She stops at the bottom of the stairs and extends her hand toward the door. “Shall we?”“Are you planning on going somewhere afterward?” I ask as she steps outside.“That depends,” she smirks, mischief dancing in her eyes.“On…?” I press.“If I meet a nice guy who sweeps me off my feet…” She pauses

DELUCAI pushed through the heavy double doors of the venue, my steps quick and controlled. The soft hum of conversation and clinking of glasses barely registered over the sharp pounding in my chest. My jaw tightened as I scanned the room, the low lighting casting a golden glow over the sleek marble floors and crystal-draped chandeliers. Round tables were set with precision, the rich scent of fresh roses and expensive champagne hanging in the air.Lucas trailed at my side, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. He didn’t need to say a word for me to know he was amused. The slight lift of his brow and the curve of his lips said it all.“This way, sir,” a staff member said, gesturing toward the front. I barely spared them a glance as I moved toward the table I had selected earlier that day. Front row. Centered. The perfect vantage point. Close enough that she’d see me. Close enough that I wouldn’t miss a single detail.I pulled out the chair and sat down, my back straight, shoulders

ELENA.Surprising even myself, I moved toward Lucas—DeLuca’s friend—and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. There was something effortlessly charming about him, something that, for a fleeting moment, reminded me of Sarah. I adjusted my bag, preparing to leave before she could utter another. I had every intention of ignoring her first remark, acting as if I hadn’t heard it.But then she spoke again.“He’ll dump you like he did the rest,” the woman with long chestnut hair said, this time addressing me directly.I froze mid-step. The exhaustion I had felt moments ago evaporated, replaced by a sharp, simmering irritation. Slowly, I turned to face her, stepping forward with deliberate intent.DeLuca and Lucas both watched me, their expressions unreadable.“You mean the way he dumped you?” I asked, tilting my head, my tone laced with cutting amusement.Her dark brown eyes glimmered with a smug sort of pride. “Oh, sweetheart, you got that part of the story wrong. I left him, by the way.”I sc