All Chapters of Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Author's POV: The hallway in Karina’s villa was dimly lit, shadows pooling beneath the antique sconces as if even the walls sensed something was off. Her heels clicked in a sharp, impatient rhythm against the marble floor. She clutched her phone tight in one hand, knuckles white, thumb hovering over the last dialed number: her father, again. No answer. Her father had been clear about his reasons for attending the bidding. Apart from giving him even more control over the city, he wanted to show Nico his real strength. And once Nico would see that he couldn’t win without Don Corradi’s backing, he would come crawling back, groveling for mercy and apologizing for his arrogance. Her father had been cracking down on Nico's strongholds for weeks now… and now, this was the final straw which would break the camel's back. He would be begging her to forgive his betrayal, that's what Don Corradi had promised to his precious daughter. And his pampered princess had been waiting to he

Karina’s POV“You’re a liar, Lorenzo!” I screamed, my voice hoarse, burning. “A lying, backstabbing traitor! Do you honestly think I’ll just swallow whatever filth you throw at me just because my father isn’t here to shut you up himself?”He flinched, but I pushed ahead, jabbing a finger into his chest, wishing I could carve out his heart myself. “I don’t give a damn what fantasy you’ve cooked up. Do think I’m that weak? That blind? You want to crawl into the throne now that he’s gone, don’t you? But let me remind you, you were nobody without him. Just his little lapdog. And now, you’ll be nothing again. I’ll throw you out of this gang so fast your name will be nothing but ash. You’ll beg for scraps, and you know what? Knowing that you were the right hand man to Don Corradi, nobody will even spare you a glass of water.”Lorenzo stood there with that same damn blank face that had fooled my father into trusting him, but not me. My breath heaved as I stepped closer, shoving him hard.

Author's POV: Karina’s announcement echoed inside the bar, and Emilio seemed quite impressed by the girl he had severely misunderstood. He nodded to his lieutenant, who slid a contract across the table, but Karina didn’t even read it. She simply pulled the dagger from her belt and dragged the blade across her palm. Blood rushed to the surface of her fair palm, thick and dark as she pressed my hand to the paper. The men murmured, and Emilio’s grin returned. “Welcome to the family, Miss Karina." _______ It was just the next day, but Karina had shed most of her mourning attire. She was standing motionless in the gloom, the wind howling around her like a tornado of vengeful spirits. Her black coat snapped behind her, and around her forty hardened killers… the last of her father's men, stood ready. Some checked their weapons before heading into battle. The metallic click-clack of rounds being chambered echoed across the gravel courtyard. She looked out over the hills with

I was dreaming. But it wasn’t the kind of dream stitched together from chaos or memory.No, this one felt... real.I was by the lake.Not this lake, not as I knew it now, surrounded by layers of security and whispers of betrayal. It was the lake from my childhood—the one by our summer house where the water glistened like melted silver and my only worries had been skinned knees and catching dragonflies.I was laughing.That deep, unburdened laugh that only existed before life turned into blood and contracts. And beside me—running just ahead—was my sister. My little twin flame. Not the version the world had twisted. Just her. My sister, when we were kids.She ran ahead, her tiny braids flying behind her, her dress catching the wind. I lunged forward, laughing, and tapped her shoulder. “You’re it!”The moment my hand touched her shoulder... something changed.She blurred.Like a smudge on wet ink.Then disappeared altogether.And there I was, four years old again, standing at the lakesid

Nico's POV: I stirred awake, my head feeling extremely heavy, groggy and disoriented… as if I had been submerged underwater. The room was dim due to the closed curtains. My head throbbed, and my limbs felt like they were made of lead. I shifted slightly, trying to move, but everything felt like it was being bogged down by snacks of sand… my arms, my chest, even my eyelids. Then, the door creaked open. Soft footsteps padded across the room. I didn’t open my eyes, but I felt a cool touch against my forehead. A damp cloth, gentle and soothing. Fingers brushed lightly against my temple. A hush settled over me, quiet and warm. I let go, and sleep pulled me back in. _________ The room was mostly dark by the time I came to. I blinked slowly, my vision swimming into focus as early morning light poured in, but it was probably before dawn still. The moment I turned my head, my gaze fell on her… and I almost forgot to breathe. Tulio was right… she was literally an angel. Miley had