Semua Bab Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Miley's POV:The chandeliers glittered like stars above us, casting golden light over the marble floors of the beautifully decorated lobby of Hotel Cipriani. The light caught on the sequins of my champagne-colored gown as I walked on on Nico's arm– that arm was my only anchor in this sea of strangers, staring at the mafia king's mysterious new bride. The soft fur jacket I had draped around my shoulders helped hide the faint scars still healing on my arms and back. Scars that would have raised even more questions about who I was and where I came from, but now… no one saw those.They saw Nina Lorenzo.A woman who had never been betrayed, never had her life stolen. A woman who belonged in this world of dangerous elegance. Nico's knuckles tapped against a champagne flute, the crystalline ting silencing the orchestra and the murmurs across the crowd at once. "Grazie mille for celebrating with us tonight," his voice carried effortlessly across the hall. “Tonight, I have invited you a

Author's POV:Karina stormed into her room, soaked to the bone, her dripping hair slapping against her shoulders as she marched across the marble floor. Her glittering gown clung to her skin, the wet fabric whispering with each furious step. She stopped in front of the velvet settee, bent down, and yanked a heel off her foot with a growl. The expensive stiletto flew across the room and landed with a dull thud against the wardrobe.“Dammit!” she shrieked, grabbing the second shoe and hurling it with even more force.The door creaked open right then.“Whoa, whoa!” Don Corradi ducked, just narrowly avoiding the projectile as it sailed over his head and crashed into a vase on the sideboard. The ceramic shattered loudly.“What’s wrong, my doll?” he asked, straightening, brushing imaginary dust from his perfectly pressed charcoal suit.Karina turned to face him, red-faced and trembling, her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw twitched. Her eyes, rimmed with smudged mascara, blinked once, twic

Nico's POV The glass was cool beneath my fingertips as I stood at the top floor of the Virelli Tower, thirty six stories above a city that used to belong to me.The city looked cleaner than it really was, maybe enough to fool someone who didn't know what was really bleeding underneath. The skyline stared back at me as I adjusted the black cuffs on my suit… soon enough, I would reclaim what was rightfully mine. Below, the valet pulled in one luxury car after another: modified Bentleys, matte black Maybachs, a blood-red Lambo I recognized too well. Corradi's men were pouring in for the bid, or rather, I should call them what they were, rats dressed in silk suits.They strutted toward the elevators like kings, never realizing they were walking into a coffin laced with velvet.The trap was set. Tonight wasn’t about taking my revenge through bullets! No, the trap I had laid was all about illusions.Corradi and his men wanted to own the future of the docks. And he was going to get exact

Nico's POV:Almost two weeks ago, I had started seeding the bait in the form of an investment opportunity that was simply too golden that nobody could ignore its sparkle. The high-yield redevelopment plan was disguised through seven shell companies, and cloaked by respectable banks. Everything was funneled through Vireon Maritime Holdings: a name nobody had heard of, yet one that carried just enough fake prestige to trigger curiosity and interest.The house was quiet when I returned, save for the soft, nervous sound of pacing footsteps coming from the living room. The second I stepped in, I saw Miley walking barefoot from one corner of the room to another, absentmindedly twisting the wedding ring I had given her. The soft light of the chandelier cast a golden glow over her hair, almost like a halo. And when she turned and saw me, her entire face lit up like sunrise after a long storm.“Nico!” She breathed, stepping toward me. “How did it go?”I didn’t speak right away. I wanted

Miley's POV:“Nico? What's wrong…”He didn’t even hear me.One moment, we were celebrating with champagne, letting the first taste of victory dance on our tongues. And once the phone rang, he picked it up, went stone silent, and vanished.Without any explanation, let alone a goodbye, he had vanished from the living room like a ghost, with blood in his eyes.The front door slammed behind him. And all I knew, deep in my gut, bone-deep, was that something had happened to Tulio. That could be the only possible explanation for this.*****I tried to be patient, but there was no way I could sit still after five minutes. I had already tried to trace Tulio’s location using his smartwatch, but both his tablet and the watch were apparently at the coaching institute till now. Something was definitely wrong. Was the boy missing? I called Nico, but there was no answer. I called again, and it went straight to voicemail.Panic flared sharp in my chest. I wasn’t built for waiting, hoping or prayi