All Chapters of Mafia's Sinful Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gabriella's Pov I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing myself. The soft blue gown hugged my curves like it had been made for me, delicate silk cascading to the floor. It was simple, no jewels, no embroidery, nothing loud, yet somehow, that simplicity made it all the more stunning. My hair was loose, curling softly around my shoulders. After so long behind locked doors, stripped of even the smallest luxuries, it felt almost rebellious to wear something that made me feel... beautiful, alive even. Tonight, I wasn’t going to hide. Tonight, Alessio would see what he’d tried to keep in a cage. I took a deep breath, smoothed the gown over my hips, and left the room. The heels clicked softly against the marble stairs as I descended, the chandelier above scattering golden light across the foyer like falling stars. I saw him before he saw me, Alessio, seated at the long oak dining table, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed in that way that meant business. Even when

Gabriella's Pov The next morning, I couldn't sit still. My heart was a tangled mess of questions as I paced my bedroom, glancing every few seconds at the drawer across the room, the one hiding that photograph.I bit my lip, debating with myself. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe it's not what it looked likeBut the doubt was there. I couldn't pretend I hadn't seen it.I rushed over, yanking the drawer open and pulling out my diary. Carefully, I slipped the photograph free from between the worn pages.There it was.My mother, smiling so warmly, standing close to Martini like they had shared something... something I wasn't meant to know about. Their bodies leaned just a little too comfortably toward each other, a kind of familiarity that spoke louder than words.I stared at it, my fingers trembling slightly.Why would she be this close to him? What are they hiding?A thousand questions burned in my chest, but only one thing was clear: I couldn't sit here waiting for answers. I'd find them mys

Alessio's PovI couldn’t sit still.Each step I took echoed in the room like a drumbeat, my boots thudding against the polished floor as I paced from one end to the other. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, and my heartbeat was louder than ever. The name Leonardo kept flashing in my mind like a warning sign I couldn’t ignore.Leonardo. My brother. The one I thought was dead.But if what I heard was true, if there was even the slightest chance that he was alive, then everything I believed was a lie.I stopped mid-step, turned sharply, and called out, “Carlo!” My voice was hoarse, strained.He looked up from his phone, startled.“Start digging. I don’t care what it takes. I want every bit of information you can find on Leonardo, where he’s been, who he’s seen, everything.” My voice cracked slightly at the end, but I didn’t care.Carlo nodded and walked off with determination in his stride.I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to ease the pressure building inside me. Every second that pass

Alessio's Pov The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers above us, thick with accent and finality.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Moscow. The local time is 6:42 p.m.”I exchanged a glance with Carlo. No words needed. We both knew this wasn’t just another flight. This was stepping straight into the lion’s den.As we exited the private jet, the icy Russian air sliced through the coat I wore like it was made of paper. A convoy of blacked-out SUVs idled on the tarmac below, their engines rumbling low like beasts waiting to pounce.Carlo stayed close, his hand resting casually near his holster. His eyes scanned the area like he expected a sniper’s scope to glint at any second.“Are you sure this is smart?” he muttered as we descended the stairs. “Meeting Vandel on his own soil? This is enemy territory, Ale. If something goes sideways, we’re not walking out of here.”I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I watched our breath fog in the air before finally replying, “Vandel knows be

Alessio's Pov The moment I saw him, my brother, I froze.He looked older, harder… not like the boy I remembered chasing through the vineyards barefoot, laughing under the Sicilian sun. But he was alive. He was standing right in front of me. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. I ran to him without thinking, without breathing. My heart pounded like a drum against my ribs."Leon!" I shouted.He didn’t move.I reached out instinctively, my arms already lifting to pull him into the embrace I had dreamt of for years.But before I could touch him, he recoiled like I was a snake. His hand came up, sharp and cold as a blade, and smacked mine away.“Don’t you dare touch me,” he said, voice like ice.I staggered back a step, stunned. “Leon, what…”He narrowed his eyes, and my chest tightened. That wasn’t the brother I remembered. That wasn’t the boy who used to hide behind me during thunderstorms or sneak into my room when the nightmares got too loud.I let out a small, nervous laugh, try