Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

ELIZABETH POVI stood in the shattered remains of the villa’s living room, glass crunching under my shoes, the smell of smoke and blood thick in the air. The attack last night had left the place a wreck, broken windows, bullet holes in the walls, furniture overturned like toys. My hands shook as I clutched a first aid kit, my eyes locked on Adam. He sat on a chair, his shirt torn, blood seeping from cuts on his arm and chest. He’d fought like a demon to protect me, killing Giovanni himself, and now he looked exhausted, his face pale but his eyes still burning with that fierce determination I both loved and feared.“Sit still,” I said, kneeling in front of him, my voice sharper than I meant. “You’re making it worse.”He gave me a weak smile, wincing as I pressed a gauze pad to a gash on his arm. “I’m fine, Elizabeth. Just scratches.”“Scratches?” I snapped, my hands trembling as I taped the gauze down. “You’re bleeding all over the place. This isn’t fine.”He reached out, catching my

Alessia’s POVI never imagined the day would come when I’d willingly walk into Victor’s mansion again. That house had once been a symbol of everything that broke me, its walls echoing with betrayal. Now, I wasn’t just back. I was back with fire in my veins and justice clenched tightly in my fists.Marco had finally had enough.It happened the night Sophia’s people came for him. They didn’t know he’d survived worse. But they also didn’t know that I was very much capable of fighting back. When he got away—bruised but breathing—he knew what came next wasn’t fear. It was war.“They won’t stop, not until we stop them first,” Marco had said, standing over a table scattered with files, photos, bank slips. His voice was cold, determined.We didn’t need more motivation. Dom and I had been circling justice for weeks, dancing around truth and consequences. But the attack on Marco felt personal. It reminded us that survival wasn't enough. We had to win.“We’re not just exposing Victor,” Dominic s

Dominic's POV Alessia had always been insatiable. She was always looking forward to do it anywhere at all. I had to keep her sane for the sake of our children. I was yet to agree to fully go down on her, but we definitely tried to have phone whenever we can. We had already made plans to go to the UK, but we had to consider the children's education and we planning to go there during the summer.Marco, who I had expected to leave decided that he was going to stay for more days to reconnect and reunite with his sister. I couldn't blame the poor guy. He had been underground for years when he could just come out and see his sister. He had also been making remarkable progress with the twins. They are always in his hair, everywhere, and always making fun of his hair. I think he enjoys being an uncle that much.We have had so many challenges, but right now, I just want peace and quietness. And for the first time in my selfish life, I wanted to settle into it. Not just for Alessia. But for

Dominic's POV “Kids,” I said, crouching down in front of the twins. “We’re going to have to head home early.”Ella's face dropped dramatically. “But why? Ee are not to leave until Monday.” she said sadly, her eyes dropping."I'm so sorry, but your mum is not feeling to well," I said deadpan. I hate to be the one announcing a bad news.“Is Mom okay?” Eli asked, suddenly serious.I glanced toward the closed door of the bathroom where Alessia had been locked in for nearly half an hour. The sounds of retching had stopped, thankfully, but the worry hadn’t.“Let's just say she’s not feeling great,” I said gently, brushing Ella’s hair back. “So we need to get her to the doctor. We’ll come back another time. Promise.” I said truthfully.The disappointment in their eyes faded quickly when Alessia stepped out, pale-faced but managing a smile. “Sorry, guys. Looks like the the vacation is ruined”Elijah gave her a quick hug. “Get better soon, Mom.”Ella nodded. “And maybe next time we won’t let

Adam's POV Raphael knocked on the door.“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, stepping in. “But we have a problem.”Elizabeth straightened immediately. I stood, instinct kicking in. “What kind of problem?”“Movement on the perimeter,” he said. “Cameras caught Corinth’s men circling the east side. We’ve already tightened security, but…”“But if Corinth’s still pulling strings, he’s not done.” I finished.Elizabeth’s breath hitched. “I thought this was over.”I turned to her. “It is. For you. For the baby. I’ll handle the rest.”“No.” She stood slowly, wincing slightly from the weight of her belly. “We handle it together.”I hesitated, but she looked resolute. And I knew better than to argue with her when she was like this.“All right,” I said. “But you stay near Raphael.”We moved downstairs, the tension sharp in the air. The villa’s halls were dim, the security team alert and silent. I could feel it in my gut—something was off.“Anything from Corinth directly?” I asked Raphael as we approac