All Chapters of In the arms of My mafia Ex: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lily MontgomeryI was still there, in the center of the room, sitting with the flash drive in my hands as if it were a bomb about to explode. Every second felt like an eternity, an overwhelming weight on my chest. I knew something was wrong. I knew.When Matteo entered, his eyes scanned me with the usual concern, but I could no longer trust that gaze. Not after everything I saw, or at least thought I saw."Lily..." He began, his voice cautious, as it always was when he knew something was wrong. "What happened?"I couldn’t respond right away. Not when the weight of the lie was there, between us, the flash drive I was still holding. Then, the pain came out in a whisper, a confession I didn’t want to make, but that was already there, spilling from my throat."I saw..." I couldn’t continue. I just pointed to the flash drive, still trembling in my hands. "I saw the video, Matteo."He froze, his eyes narrowing as he tried to comprehend. I knew what he was about to say, but I also knew what

The car sped down the dark road with urgency, but inside, everything in me was still. Silent. As if my soul had been left behind, back in that filthy van, next to my father’s dead body and Viktor’s words.I was lying in the back seat, covered by a thick coat one of the men had placed over me. I was still trembling. My whole body ached, but my mind… my mind hurt more.Viktor is my brother. Luigi was his father too.And he killed him. Out of revenge. Out of ignorance, and of pain.My hands were still marked from the ropes. My throat burned every time I tried to swallow the tears that kept threatening to come. But I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now. Not after everything.The car slowed down. All I could think about was the baby.And Matteo...The gate opened without anyone needing to get out. The engine purred softly. I recognized the scent of forest, of wet wood. The house was secluded, surrounded by trees and stones, like a secret hideout carved in the middle of the world.As soon as we

Lily MontgomeryNight fell heavily, like the entire sky had collapsed on my shoulders. I tried to stay calm. Breathe. Think. But the peace this place offered didn’t match the storm consuming me from the inside. I grabbed the laptop one of the guards had left in the living room and, without thinking twice, opened the internet. My name popped up before I even finished typing.“Lily Montgomery accused of murdering her own father.”“Mafia heiress on the run, wanted by Interpol.”“Cameras wiped, fingerprints on the body, signed note: Lily is the main suspect.”My body froze. My hands began to tremble. I clicked on one of the headlines. It was a photo of me... one taken at a charity event. Clean face. Calm smile. And right below it, the caption:“Wanted. Dangerous. Ruthless.”I slammed the laptop shut and rushed to the room where Dimitri was going over documents with two other men.“I need to turn myself in,” I blurted out, breathless. “I have to go to the police and tell them I didn’t do a

Lily Montgomery"You can lift your shirt now."The doctor’s hands were firm, cold, yet gentle as she spread the gel across my belly. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the machine being turned on.I glanced at my grandfather, still unsure, but he gave me a calm nod.“You’re safe, sweetheart. She’s been my trusted doctor for years,” he whispered, gently touching my shoulder with the kind of tenderness only someone forged by war could show.I nodded, trying to control the anxiety rising inside me in waves.The screen lit up.And there it was.Tiny. Curled. Fragile. But alive.A sound filled the room.Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.My heart stopped for a second—just to hear his.“Everything looks good,” the doctor said with a smile. “Strong heartbeat. Development matches the gestational age. A healthy baby.”I closed my eyes, letting a tear fall.My world was in ruins.But inside me… there was still life.When we left the room, Dimitri offered me a glass of water. I s

Lily MontgomeryThe next morning, I woke up with a dry throat, a sore body, and a mind on fire.I had dreamed of Matteo. Or at least... his touch.In the dream, he held my hand so tightly it hurt. But when I called his name, he simply vanished.When I opened my eyes, Sasha was already on the porch, sitting on the low wall, sipping black coffee from an old glass cup."Did you sleep?" I asked, joining her."A little," she replied. "I dreamed I was killing Orlov."I sat beside her, pulling the blanket over my shoulders."Nice dream."She gave a crooked smile."Are you sure you want to do this?""Are you backing out?""Not even dead."We sat in silence for a moment, staring at the tall trees in front of the house. The world seemed too calm for the war we were about to start."We’ll need a map. Equipment. And access," she said, more serious now. "That house is protected by sensors and thermal cameras. Orlov uses it like a vault of souls. He won’t make it easy.""And armed security?""Only