All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The warehouse stank of steel and oil. A few minutes earlier, Steven’s men had finally traced the location. Hidden in plain sight, the warehouse had been purchased just that afternoon—clearly an attempt to keep things under wraps. Salvatore had arrived earlier to oversee the unloading of the goods into the warehouse. A foolish move, considering what Ruby had done.Outside, the low hum of approaching cars stirred the silence.Salvatore was barking orders at his men when the rumble grew closer. His eyes narrowed. Sleek, black vehicles rolled into the compound, its presence loud even in its silence.What the hell? Salvatore’s chest tightened. How did they get past the security guard?He didn’t get to think further.The doors of the cars flung open.Steven stepped out, tall and composed, flanked by his men. Without a word, they raised their guns and fired into the sky. The cracking gunshots split through the air like thunder, shaking the ground beneath them.Salvatore’s blood ran cold.O

The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Tires shrieked as Gino parked at the emergency entrance. Before the vehicle even settled, Marco threw the door open and leapt out, cradling Delilah in his arms."Help!" he barked, panic cracking his voice. "Somebody help us!"Nurses rushed forward with a stretcher, and Marco carefully placed Delilah on it. Her face was pale, her lips nearly blue. Blood seeped through the fabric of her top, dark and ominous, staining his hands and shirt as he clutched her tightly."Stay with me," Marco whispered, brushing her blood-matted hair from her face. His hand didn’t leave hers. "Please… Delilah, don’t close your eyes."One of the nurses gestured. "We need to move her now. Sir, let go."But he didn’t. Not immediately.Only when the doors to the emergency department opened did Marco release her hand. He watched her disappear behind the doors, the stretcher swallowed into the sterile brightness beyond. The sudden loss of her touch felt like col

The surgical team wheeled Delilah's bed out of the operating room and into the ICU after the surgery was over. The soft rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the unit, broken only by the occasional hiss of a ventilator down the hall. Delilah lay unconscious, her skin pale against the crisp hospital sheets, her body still and delicate under the glow of sterile white light.Marco sat by her bedside, dressed in clean clothes Felix had brought him. He had changed out of the surgical scrubs not long ago, the scent of antiseptic still lingering faintly on his hands. He held her hand now, his thumb brushing lightly against her knuckles, eyes studying the faint rise and fall of her chest.She was alive. And that was all that mattered.The surgery had gone as planned—the microchip had been removed. No more reasons for anyone to carve her open again, to hunt her down like a lab experiment. He exhaled slowly, letting his pulse calm as he watched her sleep.Footsteps echoed down

Marco had finally released Delilah from his arms, the warmth of her still lingering in his hold. She had called a cab through an app, adamantly refusing to trouble Gino for a ride."I’ll just grab a few things from the apartment and come back to the mansion," she’d said.Marco didn’t argue. He knew better than to push her when she’d made up her mind. Still, that didn’t stop him from escorting her to the hotel entrance.The cab was already waiting.Marco opened the passenger door for her and Delilah slid in. Maybe it was the brush of her body against his arm, or the way her fingers briefly brushed his as she settled in—but Marco’s gut clenched.He watched as the cab drove off, disappearing into the traffic. A second later, his phone rang.---Delilah had received a message from Mary earlier, saying she would be at the hospital for treatment and wouldn't be at the apartment. Now, Delilah found the key where Mary had said it would be—in the flower vase just by the apartment door. She un

Delilah was back at the mansion.Mrs. Hayden had already been given instructions—to assist Delilah at all times, no questions asked. And the older woman did just that, preparing what was necessary and retreating when needed. Delilah had asked to be left alone in the library, and Mrs. Hayden, like a loyal servant, obeyed.The mansion was silent. The late afternoon had melted into evening. Golden streaks of sunlight slanted across the dark shelves of the library.Marco was still at the office.Delilah sat in one of the chairs, her fingers moving with smooth accuracy. She took the new laptop—the one she had ordered Gino to get—and set it on the table before her. After a brief pause, she pulled out the USB.Let’s see what secrets the Krono holds, she thought.Click.She inserted the drive, and a folder appeared. No password protection. No decoy files. Just a single, cryptic label.She opened it.Rows of names greeted her. Important men. Influential women. Politicians. Judges. All neatly f