All Chapters of In the arms of My mafia Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Matteo SalvatoreThe mansion door opened slowly, as if the air inside was holding its breath too.I took the first step cautiously. The pain in my rib still throbbed, but it was bearable. The kind of pain that reminded me I was alive.As much as I was recovering, I wouldn't forget what Viktor did. He had messed with the wrong person, and he would get what was coming to him."Welcome back, boss," said Paolo, appearing in the hallway with his usual serious expression—but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.I nodded without wasting time."I want the house security doubled." I glanced around. "Orlov won't give up that easily. And we have other things to worry about.""I took care of the weapons shipments while you were in the hospital. We’ve got new satisfied clients.""Thanks for always having my back, Paolo." I hugged him."We’re famiglia, boss.""I know that.""The reports are already on your desk. We swept all the devices, and security’s been tripled. But we need to talk about oth

I buttoned up my dress and stared at myself in the mirror.The bump was still impossible to notice.As I looked at my reflection, my thoughts spiraled — everything that was hurting me inside, and the things my grandfather, Dimitri, had told me about my father.The lights sparkled over the ballroom like stars reflected on a porcelain sea. Massive chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling while classical music filled the room with an untouchable air of sophistication.It was the party of the year. The annual Salvatore ball.Mandatory attendance. Masks optional. Fakeness guaranteed.I couldn’t stand it.Truth be told, I always preferred to stay tucked away between a laptop and a screen, writing.I descended the stairs with my head held high and a dress that looked like it had been sewn by angels — wine red, with a daring side slit and an open back, held only by delicate golden chains that shimmered under the light. My hair was styled into a low, elegant bun, leaving my neck exposed like

The day dawned quietly.More than usual.The room still held the scent of Matteo, the warmth of our embrace from the night before.But my heart remained restless, as if something was about to crumble.I went to the dresser where I had kept what my grandfather, Dimitri, gave me during our meeting—it was a small, dark wooden box, locked with a rusted key.Inside, there was a diary with a worn leather cover, some old photographs, and a carefully folded letter. The smell of old ink mixed with my mother's faint perfume hit me like a punch to the stomach. My chest tightened. My eyes burned.I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the first page of the diary."Today, I felt my heart beat outside my chest when I saw that baby for the first time.""The life growing inside me has no idea of the war surrounding it. But I would give everything for it to have peace."My fingers trembled as I ran them over the handwritten lines.My mother's handwriting was firm but carried a touch of melancholy."T

Matteo Salvatore"Matteo… we need to talk."Her voice reached me before her presence did. Cold. Tense. Like every word had been shaped with anger and pain.I slowly turned my head, and there she was, standing in the doorway. Her face pale, her eyes red—not from crying, but from barely contained fury."Lily? What happened?" I took a step toward her, but she didn’t move. Instead, she pulled a folded piece of paper from her coat pocket and handed it to me."Read it."I hesitated before taking the paper. It was a simple sheet, folded into quarters. The handwriting—instantly recognizable. Anna’s handwriting. Her mother’s.The air seemed to vanish around me as I read. "Viktor is your brother. The son of the woman with whom Luigi cheated on me. He was born in Russia, grew up far from all this, but Luigi kept him close. He hid from him who you were. Hid from you who he was. But now he knows. And you’re in danger, Lily. More than ever."My hands started shaking. I read every word agai

His lips moved over my skin like he was claiming territory. Every touch from Matteo made me forget the world outside."Do you have any idea how much I love you, ragazza?" he murmured against my collarbone, his eyes locked on mine.My breath hitched. "I do... because I feel it every time you touch me."We were in bed, tangled in the sheets, our bodies completely bare and intertwined. Matteo made me forget the chaos. For a few hours, at least, I was just a woman who was loved.His hands tangled in the roots of my hair, pulling me into a deep, tender kiss. My body responded to his. I loved him.Even if our marriage had happened in the most unusual way.I would forgive him—over and over again—if it meant we could stay together."I don't want to leave this room," he said, slowly tracing his fingers along my waist. "I want to lock the door and forget this world exists."I kissed him deeply, tasting the man who had, somehow, become my home.But the world outside was still there. And I had to