All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gino turned back to leave, but he froze, his face paling. There, only a few feet away, stood Delilah, watching him with an unreadable expression. His pulse quickened, the blood draining from his face."Mrs. Delilah?" he stammered, barely able to force the words out. This couldn’t be. Just a moment ago, he had seen her walking away, disappearing down the street. Yet here she was, standing before him, looking at him like she had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have.He glanced over his shoulder, back to the spot where he’d just seen her walk away. His mind reeled. "How did she get here so fast?"When he turned back to Delilah, his confusion only deepened. She wore a floral gown, a delicate clutch hanging from her hand—the complete opposite of the dark, fitted outfit he had just seen her wearing when she left Elijah’s house."H-how…" He could barely keep the fear out of his voice.Delilah crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she took him in. "What do you mean by ‘how,’ G

Delilah placed the empty bowl into the sink, turning on the faucet to rinse it clean. As the warm water washed away the last traces of her midnight snack, she felt a lingering warmth—not just from the soup, but from the thought that Marco had saved it for her. He hadn't asked where she was, or if she was okay. Instead, he'd just known she'd be hungry, known she’d need comfort. With a soft smile lingering on her lips, she turned off the faucet and dried her hands.The mansion was steeped in silence, each room cloaked in shadows. She tiptoed down the hall to the bedroom, careful to keep her steps light and avoid the creaks on the wooden floor. Marco lay on his side, the slow rise and fall of his breathing hinting at sleep. Delilah glanced at him, feeling a pang of affection that softened her earlier frustrations. She slipped quietly into the bathroom, the thought of washing away the evening's events almost as enticing as sleep itself.Under the warmth of the shower, the hot water

At dawn, the room was bathed in a soft, silver glow, and Delilah moved quietly through it, careful not to disturb Marco, who lay sprawled across his side of the bed, still fast asleep. She had watched him come to bed late the night before, exhaustion written across his face. His steady breathing now filled the quiet space, a gentle rhythm that made her pause by the edge of the bed, just looking at him for a moment.After a beat, she turned and opened the drawer of her nightstand, reaching for the velvet-colored jewelry box tucked in the corner. Inside, her golden wristwatch gleamed in the morning light. She slid it on, admiring the familiar weight of it around her wrist.Turning back to Marco’s side of the bed, she couldn’t resist bending over to brush her lips against his forehead in a gentle kiss, her hand lightly trailing down his arm. The last thing she wanted was to wake him — yet, to her surprise, Marco’s arms rose as if on instinct, wrapping around her waist in one swift mo

Delilah’s heart raced, but she forced herself to appear calm. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, her nails pressing into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing."Oh," she said with an even tone, "so you’re his ex-assistant."Lucia's eyes roamed over Delilah, her gaze lingering on the crisp blouse and tailored trousers. A flicker of disdain danced across her face, her lips curling into a subtle sneer.Lucia chuckled lightly, the sound low and syrupy. "Yeah, you could say ex-assistant," she said, the word dripping with sarcasm.Her gaze swept over Delilah once more, as if assessing her worth. "It's nice meeting you," Lucia added, her tone laced with insincerity.Delilah’s lips pressed into a thin line before she replied, her voice carefully neutral. "Likewise."Lucia's gaze shifted to the wristwatch on Delilah's wrist, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Her smile deepened, but it didn't reach her eyes. For the first time since entering the room, Delilah felt the full fo

The morning light crept into the room as Delilah stirred awake, her lashes fluttering open to an empty bed.  She stretched lazily before sitting up, her hand reaching for her phone on the nightstand. The events of the previous night flashed in her mind. Delilah had been a bit restless after her brief confrontation with Marco over Lucia.  Her possessiveness gnawed at her peace.  And so, with a determined smirk, she’d rummaged through her luggage and retrieved a small camera she’d hidden for emergencies like this. Slipping into Marco's library undetected, she had carefully placed the camera where it could capture the room.  Satisfied with her work, she’d returned to bed, where Marco lay on his back, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Delilah had nestled her head gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat und