All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee still lingered on Delilah’s clothes as she entered her small apartment. As soon as she stepped inside, the scent of something delicious hit her nose. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of spices and herbs that made her stomach growl with hunger. After a long day at the café, it was exactly what she needed.With a tired sigh, she dropped her bag lazily by the couch, her shoulders slumping in relief. She moved toward the kitchen, following the irresistible smell, already guessing who the culprit was.She rounded the corner into the kitchen, and found her aunt, Mary Flynn. Mary stood over the stove, stirring a pot of what smelled like her famous chicken stew. Her aunt’s graying hair, always tied back in a neat bun, gleamed under the kitchen lights. Despite her age, Aunt Mary had the energy of someone half her years and the warmest smile that could melt any stress away.Mary glanced up and smiled warmly when she saw Delilah. "I knew you wouldn’

Delilah wasted no time. She moved slowly, circling Marco as if she were stalking a prey. The music playing softly in the background set the rhythm, but it was her own confidence that controlled the dance. Her hips swayed, her body moved fluidly, each motion designed to captivate. She leaned in, letting her hands gently graze his shoulders before pulling back just enough to tease. Marco watched her every move, mesmerized by the confidence in her technique. She was unlike any dancer he had encountered before—there was no hesitation, no doubt. She knew exactly what she was doing. Delilah didn’t need to rush. She took her time, letting the anticipation build, as her fingers traced along his chest and then drifted away, always keeping a careful distance. Her lap dance was flawless, a combination of smooth, sensual movements and calculated control. She bent forward, her chest grazing his face as her hands trailed down his arms, then smoothly straddled his lap without missing a be

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Donato estate. Then, a yellow cab pulled up to the expensive mansion. Delilah, seated in the back, gazed out of the window, her eyes widening in surprise at the grandeur of the property. It was the first time she had ever seen a mansion so intimidating, so luxurious. Her aunt, Mary, sitting beside her, noticed the look on Delilah's face and smiled warmly. "It’s quite a place, isn’t it?" she said, her voice gentle but encouraging. "Your grandfather’s best friend, Elder Donato lives here."Delilah nodded, not saying a word as they stepped out of the car and were escorted inside. The mansion was just as magnificent on the inside, with tall ceilings and marble floors gleaming under the soft lighting. They were led through the grand halls, their footsteps echoing, until they reached the dining hall where the Donato family’s patriarch, the old man who was her grandfather’s best friend, sat waiting.When they entered the roo

When Delilah and Mary finally reached their apartment, the driver gave a polite nod before driving off into the night. Delilah watched the car disappear, her thoughts still tangled with the odd exchange she'd overheard earlier. She and her aunt quietly entered the apartment.Mary wasted no time sinking into the living room couch, rubbing her temples as if the evening had been exhausting. Delilah, on the other hand, remained standing by the door for a moment, her mind racing. She hadn’t wanted to bring up what she’d overheard in the car—too risky with the driver nearby—but now that they were alone, she couldn’t let it go."Aunt Mary," Delilah began, her voice cutting through the silence. "What were you and Elder Donato talking about earlier?"Mary looked up, startled by the sudden question. "What do you mean?""At the table," Delilah clarified, stepping closer. "I heard you talking to him. What were you discussing?"Mary blinked, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh, we were just

Delilah's mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic blur of fear and anger. The cold metal of Vincent’s gun pressed against her skin, and the horror of the situation sank in fully. She had fought so hard to stop this wedding, yet nothing had prepared her for this kind of obstacle—a twisted takeover of her life. A strange, dangerous man had claimed her as his bride, and now she was staring down a fate she could never have imagined.Marco’s entire body screamed with frustration, his muscles tense as he watched helplessly. His blood boiled at the sight of Delilah in Vincent’s grip."She’s mine," his mind roared. "Not his. I won’t let him take her." But his hands were still bound, and there was nothing he could do.Vincent, still smirking with that cruel satisfaction, turned to one of his men. "Bring me the documents," he ordered, his voice dripping with confidence.One of the rugged men stepped forward, fumbling in his jacket before pulling out a set of papers—marriage documents. The