Semua Bab The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife : Bab 61 - Bab 70

~VINCENZO’S POV~I always said the truth didn’t need to scream.Whispers could destroy kingdoms, if you placed them right.The tiny silver spoon clinked against the porcelain as I stirred my espresso slowly, watching the ripples spiral into stillness.Across from me, Bianca Romano lounged in her seat like the queen she believed herself to be, draped in red silk, a small amused smile on her lips as she scrolled through her phone.“Well,” she said after a moment, “looks like our little storm cloud finally broke.”I raised a brow, not looking away from the window.“Valentino?”She smirked as she flicked her screen toward me. “It worked.”I finally turned my attention to her but didn’t take the phone right away.She pushed the screen closer. “See for yourself.”A video clip recording events at Ali’s Holdings.There he was, storming through the lobby like a god of war, Alina following behind him with tears in her eyes.Bianca’s smile widened, dark and satisfied.“Heartbreak looks good on

~Alina’s POV~ Vincenzo drove us to his house and, sincerely, it wasn’t anything like I imagined. It wasn’t too big, not too small either, just a modest two-story tucked quietly at the edge of the city, surrounded by overgrown hedges and silence. The living room was dimly lit, with old wooden floors and a vintage rug that had seen better days. A gray sofa rested near the fireplace, and bookshelves lined the walls, cluttered with old novels, a few scattered photos, and a crooked ceramic ashtray that looked handmade. It wasn’t poor, but it wasn’t the kind of place I expected from a man who walked like he owned every street he stepped on. I sat curled on the edge of the couch, a wool blanket draped over my shoulders. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the warm cup of coffee Vincenzo had handed me minutes ago. The mug was chipped at the rim, but I didn’t care. I needed the heat. The silence in the room was thick. Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my sh

~VALENTINO’S POV~ We’d been trailing Rocco’s SUV for almost fifteen minutes now, weaving in and out of traffic like ghosts in a chase no one else could see. The sky above was dim, smeared with hints of dusky clouds as the city buzzed beneath it. My jaw clenched tighter every time his car turned. Where the hell was he going? Then I saw it. The towering iron gates of the University of Toronto, it stretched massively across the entryway, flanked by brick walls and two security guards in navy-blue jackets who stood like sentinels. The wide path beyond led into a tree-lined courtyard surrounded by tall academic buildings. Students were scattered across the space, some on benches, some with backpacks slung over their shoulders, others glued to their phones. “See?” Dante said beside me, eyes squinting. “He’s probably here to see his sister Joana. Told you he wouldn’t betray us.” “For the last time,” I muttered through gritted teeth, “keep your freaking mouth shut.” As

~ALINA’S POV~ It had been seven days since I stepped foot in this house. Seven long, soul-numbing, mind-tangling days. Days of doing absolutely nothing but waiting. Waiting for Vince to come home, waiting for the universe to show me a sign, waiting for someone—anyone—to tell me something about my father, about Valentino, about the truth. But nothing. Just silence, coffee, and the sound of Vince’s keys jingling every evening around 8:40 PM when he returned from the café. Every time I asked if I could step out, breathe some fresh air, or at least buy a croissant like a normal human being, he’d shoot me a soft smile and say, “Don’t stress, Alina, I’m already on it. If you go out, you could cast your location. You’ll lead him here, and I don’t want to be thrust back into that dark world.” I used to argue, saying no, I have to find the truth myself. But now? I just nodded, smiled, and waited, hoping one day he would bring me the information I want about my parents’ death

~ALINA’S POV~ Vince walked closer, each step deliberate, his shadow stretching over me like a predator cornering its prey. His eyes, dark and calculating, raked over my body, and I forced myself to hold that damn smile, even as my skin prickled with dread. My breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, sweat slicking my palms, but I couldn’t let him see, not yet. God, please let him believe me. He dropped his keys on the bedside table with a sharp clink, the sound making me flinch. His gaze swept the room, slow and methodical, as if searching for something out of place. My pulse hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Breathe. Just breathe. “I asked you a question, Alina,” Vince said, sitting at the edge of the bed, his voice dangerously calm. “Why are you here?” I swallowed, forcing a laugh that sounded too high, too fake. “Um, Vince, I was just… really bored. You’re never around, and I—” I bit my lip, tilting my head, letting my hair fall over my shoulder