Todos os capítulos de Mafia's Sinful Bride : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Gabriella’s PovLeonardo barely had a moment to react before a voice echoed down the staircase. "What do you mean by that?" Alessio’s voice, sharp and demanding, cut through the room like a knife. I turned, catching sight of him gripping the stairs, his face pale but his eyes blazing with anger.I swallowed, my pulse quickening. "Alessio…" I began, but his gaze shifted to me, a mix of disbelief and betrayal in his glare."Is it true?" he pressed, stepping down the stairs, each step measured but trembling. "Did you just say Leonardo is your brother?""Yes," I whispered, forcing the word out, but it felt like a confession, a truth too heavy to ignore.Alessio let out a bitter laugh, a sound laced with pain. "So my entire life has been a lie? My parents lied to me? And now this?" His voice cracked, anger giving way to something more fragile, more desperate. "We need proof. Real proof. And the only one who can give us that is Martini.""Please, calm down," I pleaded, stepping forward, but

Gabriella’s PovMy footsteps echoed softly in the grand hallway, the light from the chandeliers casting long shadows against the marble floor. Each step felt like a silent promise, I had to do this, even if Alessio wouldn’t approve. The mansion was quiet, the air thick with an eerie calm, but I stayed alert, listening for any sign that someone might call for me or stop me.I reached the narrow staircase that led to the dungeon. The cold stone beneath my fingers sent a chill racing up my spine as I gripped the railing. Slowly, I descended, the air growing heavier with each step. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay steady. I couldn’t let fear control me.When I reached the thick iron door, I paused, pressing my ear against it. Silence. No guards. No whispers. Just the oppressive quiet of the dungeon. I slipped the key I’d taken from the kitchen drawer into the lock and twisted it carefully. The door groaned, resisting at first, then swung open with a low creak

Gabriella's Pov I woke up slowly, as if rising from the bottom of a heavy ocean. Every muscle in my body ached, and my mind felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The room around me was dim, the walls bathed in the early gray light of morning. I blinked a few times, trying to gather my thoughts, but they slipped away like mist.I turned my head to the right, and there he was, Alessio. His presence was sudden and sharp in the haze of my awakening. He was standing beside the window, rigid, like he’d been standing there for hours. The moment our eyes met, he crossed the room in three quick strides."Gabriella," he breathed, crouching beside the bed, searching my face as though he couldn’t quite believe I was awake.I tried to sit up, but my limbs protested, and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I collapsed back against the pillows with a groan. “Ugh. I feel like I was hit by a brick.”Alessio chuckled6—a low, tired sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You might as well have been.

Alessio's Pov She was gone.The truth settled in me like a knife, sharp and deep. My hands were shaking—something that didn’t happen to me, not anymore. I’d been through warzones. I’d stood on crime scenes soaked in blood. But this—this was different.This was personal.Gabriella. Taken.I clenched the photograph in my fist, her image crumpling beneath my fingers. The last time I saw her, she was begging me to stay. And I left. I told her I’d come back. I promised.And now she was somewhere in the dark, alone.“I shouldn’t have left her,” I muttered, jaw tight.Carlo watched me from across the room, quiet. “You couldn’t have known. He planned this. Hell, he probably baited you into leaving.”“He knew I’d come after him,” I said, pacing, my boots thudding against the wooden floor. “He wanted it to look like a chase, like he was running. But he was circling the whole time. Waiting to strike.”Carlo stepped closer. “We need to keep our heads, Alessio.”I spun around and slammed my fist

Alessio's Pov It had been three days.Three days since Gabriella was taken. Every hour that passed gnawed at my insides like a dull knife. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes at a time. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was her face — wide with terror, lips trembling, reaching for me as they dragged her away.The anger came in waves, crashing, relentless. It burned under my skin, searing every thought until it all narrowed into one thing: I had to get her back.Carlo and his men had combed the city like bloodhounds. Warehouses, docks, abandoned buildings from Catania to the edge of Palermo — nothing. It was as if Gabriella had vanished into smoke. But I knew better. Someone had her. Someone who knew how to stay hidden.Carlo stood in the corner of the room, dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t speak much — none of us did. The silence between us was loaded, heavy with shared frustration and guilt.“She’s tough,” he finally muttered, not looking at me. “She’ll hold on.”I nodded, b