All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vincenzo stood outside Antonio’s ward, as the doctors were preparing to start the operation. Antonio looked so defenseless on the hospital bed. The doctor was scared and didn’t know how to tell Vincenzo about the dangerous procedure they were about to perform. Instead of telling his father, the doctor went to Alessandro, hoping he would be more understanding and be able to give Vincenzo the news.The doctor emerged from the ward, and went to Alessandro. “Sir, we need you to help us explain to Mr Marino how risky this surgery is. The bullet is lodged deep in his chest. We will do our best, but I must warn you, there is a chance it might not succeed.”Alessandro simply nodded. He looked at the doctor, his voice firm. “You have our best doctors, Doctor. You must do whatever you can. Mr Marino won’t take it likely if this fails. So just make sure he survives.”The doctor nodded.The nurses wheeled Antonio out of the room, a white sheet covering him. They wheeled him into the operating the

The hospital room was quiet, Antonio was still on the road to recovery. The pain in his chest was a dull ache now, a constant reminder of how close he had come to death. He was alone, just him and his thoughts, when the door to his room opened. He looked up, expecting to see a nurse or a doctor, but his eyes widened in shock when he saw Sophia.She stood there, perfectly dressed, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine. She had a cool, distant expression. She didn't look happy to see him, not at all. Antonio, who looked genuinely surprised to see her, immediately tried to sit up straighter in the bed, wincing as his chest protested. “Sophia,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, “what are you doing here?”Sophia just eyed him, her gaze traveling from his face to the bandages on his chest. A cold laugh escaped her lips. “What am I doing here? I heard you were in the hospital, Antonio. I heard you got shot. So, I decided to come see if you were still alive or already dead.”

The news of Madonna’s death spread quickly. A word passed from one guard to the next, even the maids were talking about it. Ever since Daisy learned about her death, she felt a strange mix of emotions. There was a huge wave of relief that washed over her. The woman who had caused so much pain, who was responsible for the loss of her child, was gone. The threat was finally over. But there was also a hollow feeling. A kind of emptiness that came from the end of a long, terrible war. What comes next, she wondered? What happens when all the enemies are gone?Meanwhile, Antonio was finally getting discharged from the hospital. He was still weak, but the doctors said he was good to go home. He was packed and ready. He was in the hallway, ready to leave, when Vincenzo approached him. “Antonio,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “There is something you need to know.”Antonio stopped walking. He just stood there. His face, which had been so pale, now became even paler. “She’s dead, isn’t she

Three men, the last of Madonna’s crew who had gotten away, were hiding. They heard the news of Madonna's death, they had seen the kind of funeral Vincenzo held for her and thought it was pathetic. It was a big disgrace to their boss. She died and was buried without honors. And now, they wanted revenge.“Madonna didn’t deserve to die just like that,” one of them said, his voice a low growl. “First, he killed Vittorio, and now he killed Madonna. She did everything for her son but he chose to betray her.”Another man, a much bigger guy, clenched his fists. “We can’t let him get away with it. We can’t let Don Marino and Antonio live their lives happily after what they’ve done. We have to make them suffer. I don’t care if I lose my life in the process, what matters is that we honor our boss.”The third man, who was the leader of the small group, nodded slowly. His eyes were cold and full of hate. “Get ready, we’re taking them out today.” _________That same day, in a very nice restaurant,

The wedding day had finally arrived. Daisy sat in a big chair in front of a big mirror, and around her, the makeup artists were busy. They were helping her get ready, making her look even more beautiful than she already was. She was wearing a breathtaking gown, a beautiful white gown that was made just for her. The top part was made of beautiful lace, and it was off-shoulder, showing her soft, beautiful skin. The lace went all the way to her arms, making her look like a princess from a fairy tale. The rest of the gown flowed down to the floor, it was simple yet elegant. Meanwhile, Vincenzo, who was already at the church, was waiting. He was wearing a black tailored suit that fit him perfectly, making him look like the strong, powerful, and intimidating man that he was. He stood at the front of the church, his hands clasped in front of him. He was a little nervous, but so happy. The church was filled with so many people. Men and women from different mafia families were there, all dres