All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~VALENTINO’S POV~ “You know that, right? I suffered more than any child should. I was beaten, starved and thrown into places you wouldn’t send a dog. I learned how to kill a man before I ever learned what love was. And I hated you every single day. I hated the people who left me behind.” She nodded, sobbing harder. “I deserve that,” she said. “I had no name,” I went on, bitter now. “No family. No warmth. I was nothing. And now you want to walk in here and tell me I had a name? A father? A mother? And I should just accept it?” Her hands covered her face. “I didn’t want to leave you,” she whispered. “I swear on everything. I loved you so much it broke me in half.” The room went still. All I could hear was her crying. It wasn’t soft or careful. It was the kind of crying that peeled skin, that carved out what was left of you and left it bare. Her sobs echoed off the walls, sharp, messy, human. It filled every corner of the room until I couldn’t pretend it was

~ VALENTINO’S POV~ An eerie silence stretched between us, long and heavy, until finally, hesitantly, her fingers brushed against mine before she slowly reached for my hand again. “Do you know that the reason why I stayed with Vince was because he promised he’d help me find out what happened to them?” My eyes snapped back to hers. “What?” She nodded, her eyes teary. “Yes. That’s why I agreed to stay with him.” A new ache bloomed in my chest. I hadn’t known that, had blamed her for staying with a man, thought she was cheating on me. And all the while, she was looking for answers. For the truth. “But I have you.” she said, tears beginning to gather in her lashes. “You know the truth, why won’t you tell me?” I closed my eyes for a moment. Then I let out a slow, shaky breath. “Because the truth hurts, Moglie,” I said. She blinked. “Hurt me?” “You love your father. You respect him. And I know that telling you the truth would take that from you. It would poison e

~VALENTINO’S POV~ Her breath was ragged against my lips, her body trembling as I pushed deeper, filling her completely. The way she clenched around me, hot and tight, nearly undid me right then. But I held back, savoring the feel of her, the way her nails scraped down my back, the way her hips rolled to meet mine. “Dio, you feel perfect,” I growled, my hands tightening on her hips as I pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard and pebbled. I dipped my head, capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard as I fucked her against the wall, each thrust driving her higher. “Val—oh God—” Her voice broke as I hit that spot inside her, the one that made her legs shake. I smirked against her skin, nipping at her collarbone before lifting her higher, changing the angle just enough to make her scream. “Right there?” I murmured, my voice rough with lust. She could only nod, her lips

~VALENTINO’S POV~We arrived in Italy under the cover of night, Castello Romano still looking exactly as it did the day I left Milan.The white marble steps still gleamed under the pale Italian moon, the iron gates still stood like ancient sentinels and the smell of olive trees and distant tobacco still lingered in the stone courtyard.It had been three months since I walked out of these walls. Three months of chaos, of war, of blood, of near-death experiences.But tonight, I had returned.As the black SUV pulled to a halt in the courtyard, the castle guards who patrolled the estate like silent shadows straightened in unison, their eyes widening as they took me in.Some of them pressed a hand to their chest, heads slightly bowed.The moment the door opened and I set a foot out of the vehicle, one of the guards broke rank, his hand pressed to his chest with a slight bow.“Il Diavolo di Milano… is back,” he said reverently.I stepped out slowly, letting the wind catch my coat as it fell

~ALINA’S POV~ The air in Valentino’s bedroom was thick with silence and tension. No one was saying a damn thing. “Talk to me!” I shouted, grabbing Dante by the collar and yanking him forward. “Who did this?!” His eyes widened, shocked— not by the question, but by the woman asking it. “Ma’am—” he started. “I said talk to me!” My voice cracked with fury. “Your Ladyship!” Ernesto’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. He rushed forward and gently pulled me back from Dante. “We understand how pained you are, we all are. But this isn’t helping.” “He’s been poisoned!” I screamed, turning on them all. “Poisoned in his own home. And you’re all standing here waiting for him to die?” Ernesto’s voice remained calm but firm. “We won’t watch our Don die before our eyes. But our priority right now shouldn’t be seeking revenge or chasing traitors. Because trust me… there is a traitor among us.” The word rang out and stuck to the walls like something rotting. “A tra