บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

~ALINA’S POV~ Dante dropped to one knee immediately, head bowed and eyes locked to the floor. “My apologies, Don,” he began, voice trembling. “But this maid was disrespectful to Lady Bianca and insubordinate to her superiors. Per house rules, such maids are to be punished through public auction. I only followed protocol.” Valentino said nothing. At first. Then, without warning, a deep laugh rumbled from his chest, low and unhinged. It vibrated against my back where I sat curled in his lap, clinging to his collar for balance. I knew that laugh. That laugh never meant something funny. It was the quiet before the storm. And then the storm hit. With a violent sweep of his arm, he slammed his palm against the glass table so hard that the crystal bottles and expensive glasses shattered, spilling liquor across the floor in a violent splash. “You have the balls,” he said slowly, his voice rising with venom, “to compare my wife…” His gaze snapped up, burning through Dante.

~VALENTINO’S POV~ Outside, the low growl of engines cut through the night as blacked-out SUVs rolled into the lot behind the club, their tinted windows swallowing the dim neon glow. The doors opened one by one, and out stepped the Anselmo Syndicate, dressed in black suits and shiny black shoes. Armed, deadly, and dangerous. I knew every face, especially the smug bastard in the middle. Adriano Anselmo. Leader of the Anselmo Syndicate. Sons of traitors. A Milan-based pack of wolves who thought they could piss on southern soil and call it rain. They had already broken one of our most sacred laws, moving illegal weapons on Italian land without clearing it through us. No permission. No cuts. No tribute. They had tried to smuggle in arms under fake paperwork, set up a deal on my turf like we wouldn’t notice. And tonight, Adriano Anselmo himself had the balls to show up and finalize it. That’s why I was here. To burn this operation to the ground before it spread li

~ALINA’S POV~ The rain had stopped, but the wind still whispered through the cracks in the castle walls. It was early, the sun just rising, but I hadn’t moved from his side. For two days, Valentino had drifted in and out of consciousness, feverish and stubborn, refusing to let anyone near him but me. I sat curled up in a chair beside his bed, chin on my knees, watching his chest rise and fall beneath the covers. The bandages on his shoulder were still clean, no new bleeding. That was a good sign. A subconscious exhale left my mouth. I should have left for Toronto by now. The attorney was waiting. Guilia even called him yesterday—he said he’d still be in Toronto until Friday, but after that, he’s traveling. Today is Wednesday. If I don’t leave soon, I might miss the chance to claim my inheritance as soon as possible. But I can’t go.Not while he looks like this. Not while the man who took a bullet for me still lies half-dead in bed because of me. I reached forward, brushing a

~ALINA’S POV~ The jet touched down in Toronto with a soft jolt, the wheels screeching briefly against the runway. I shifted in my seat, nerves tightening in my stomach as I peered through the small oval window. The sky above was a muted gray, heavy with the threat of rain. The moment we stepped outside, the cool Toronto air wrapped around us. I breathed it in, feeling the buzz of a city that once was my home… but now felt like nothing more than a graveyard for my most painful memories. The maids had dressed me in black from head to toe. A soft black robe-like coat, featherlight but dramatic, wrapped around my body, cinched tightly at the waist. Valentino was beside me, dressed in sharp, tailored black as always. His injury was hidden so well under his clothes that no one would have ever guessed he had taken a bullet two days ago. Dante and Rocco flanked our sides like twin shadows, silent and deadly. Dante had insisted on coming. He didn’t trust the city, not with Val still he

~ALINA’S POV~ I turned quickly, my heart skipping a beat. My fingers clenched around the strap of my purse. No. It couldn’t be. But it was. Standing not more than ten steps away, laughing like they belonged there, were Ethan and Jade. The betrayers. “Guilia,” I whispered, tugging on her sleeve. “Look. That’s them. That’s Jade and Ethan. The two I told you about. My ex… and my former best friend.” Guilia turned sharply, her eyes narrowing like a wolf catching a scent. “What?” she hissed. “Where?” I pointed discreetly across the glass courtyard, just outside the main entrance of Tino Autos. There they stood, laughing like they hadn’t shattered me once before. Jade, wrapped in cream fur, clung to Ethan’s arm like a trophy wife. And Ethan, smug as ever, adjusted his blazer like he owned the damn building. Guilia’s head whipped in their direction. Her jaw dropped, eyes narrowing like she was already choosing which bone to break first. “Those bastards?” she hissed. “Let