All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ALINA’S POV~ I stood frozen, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my heart, which was pounding so hard I thought it might burst free. Did he really just say it? “I love you.” His voice was low, steady, but laced with a kind of fierce honesty I never expected. Valentino Romano, the Devil of Milan himself, had just confessed his love to me. My mind scrambled, trying to make sense of the impossible. How? Why? I didn’t move at first. I just stood there, cradled in his arms, frozen in time, feeling his breath warm against my hair, his voice echoing in my chest like thunder still rolling through my bones. I slowly pulled back, just enough to look up at him, my breath catching in my throat. His arms remained firm around me, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were searching mine with a softness I had never seen there before. A swirl of happiness and fear crashed inside me, leaving me breathless, dizzy, vulnerable. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I was tre

~Alina’s POV~ The warm scent of cinnamon tea lingered in the air, curling lazily through the spacious office like a soft blanket. The floor-to-ceiling windows were half-draped in linen blinds, letting the evening sunlight bleed softly into the room, painting the desk in gold. Giulia sat across from me in the velvet guest chair, legs crossed, one hand cradling a sleek glass of citrus iced tea while the other tapped absently against her thigh. I curled my fingers around my own cup, the porcelain warm against my skin as I took a slow sip and leaned back in my leather chair with a tired groan. “I swear,” I said, placing the cup down gently on its coaster. “If one more client calls to ‘confirm the final draft’ that I already approved three days ago, I might throw myself out that window.” Giulia snorted, hiding her smile behind her glass. “Busy day?” “You think?” I raised a brow, sweeping my hair into a lazy bun with one hand. “I’m juggling Tino Autos and Ali’s Holdin

~VALENTINO’S POV~ The garden went silent. Ethan flinched. “What did you just say?” Jade’s whole body tensed, her face turned white in shock. I flicked ash from my cigarette and looked directly at Ethan. “Why don’t you ask your beautiful wife who the real father is?” “What the hell are you talking about?” Ethan snapped. “Don’t you dare.” “Ask her,” I interrupted coldly. “Let’s not make a scene. Unless you want one.” People were whispering now. A few guests were already pulling out their phones. Jade’s lips trembled. She looked like she wanted to sink into the earth. “Go on,” I snapped, eyes still on the boy. “You evil bastard…” Ethan growled. “How dare you do this on my son’s birthday? You want revenge for that bitch? Fine. Come at me. But don’t drag my family into this.” I puffed another stream of smoke, watching it curl around us like a storm. “That was your last chance.” My eyes flicked across the garden, and I spotted him. A man in a gray tank top,

~Alina’s POV~ “What?” I blinked, lifting my head slowly to meet the stranger’s face. My brows furrowed. “You’re saying you’re this boy? The one lurking around in the photo?” I stared down at the photo still glowing on my phone screen. Valentino, Dante and that third boy in the background—the one I hadn’t been able to stop wondering about since Giulia handed me the picture. But now… that boy was standing right in front of me. The man gave a lazy shrug and tilted his head, his dark brown eyes sharp despite the calm expression on his face. He looked older now, of course—late twenties or maybe early thirties—but the face in the picture… it wasn’t too far off. Sharp cheekbones, long lashes, a strong, angular jawline. “You can’t be serious,” Giulia muttered beside me, her voice laced with suspicion. “Look closely,” he said with a faint smile. “See the mole on my left cheek? Look at the boy in the picture.” I leaned in, holding the phone up against his face. My eyes sc

~VALENTINO’S POV ~ “….Moglie… why?” I said it quietly, but inside, it hurt more than I could explain. She didn’t hear me. “What’s that?” she asked from behind me. I remained quiet, because that’s the only way I can prevent myself from hurting her in this very moment. “Val?” I turned slightly, still clutching the file, but the tide in my chest was already retreating, not because the storm had passed, but because I had decided not to couldn’t explode yet. If I confront her now, she’ll deny it, spin it, hide behind half-truths, and I won’t have proof solid enough to pin her down. But at Ali’s Holdings, if I catch her red-handed, there will be no lies, no escape. So I smiled, even though it felt like swallowing broken glass. “Nothing, amore,” I said gently, closing the file and sliding it back into my bag with care I didn’t feel. “Just going over some work. I realized how busy I’ve been lately, and how much I’ve missed you.” I crossed the room slowly, like a m