Semua Bab The Capo's Deadly Bride : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Delilah turned to her, arching a perfectly sculpted brow.  "Stunt?" Her lips curled into a smirk. "I prefer to call it leveling the playing field. They were the ones who decided to play dirty. I simply ensured their actions didn’t go unnoticed." Ruby chuckled, her voice low and raspy. "I’ll give you credit for subtlety. That coffee dispenser trick? Brilliant. Disgusting, but brilliant." Delilah didn’t answer immediately.  Her gaze drifted to the bustling café, her expression softening as Helen moved effortlessly behind the counter.  Helen handed a latte to a customer with a bright smile, her hands firm and her presence polished. "Sometimes," Delilah said, her voice barely above a whisper, "it’s not about brute force. It’s about knowing when to act—and how. This wasn’t about ruining them; it was a

Helen tilted her head, her doubt evident. "This is about Mrs. Madison, isn’t it?" Delilah’s jaw tightened, her eyes smoldering. "Yes." Ruby’s brows drew together, her voice hesitant. "The client? The one you postponed yesterday?" Delilah nodded, her voice a knife’s edge. "She’s dead." A thick silence enveloped the room. Ruby’s eyes widened, darting to Helen, who sat frozen, her lips parted in shock. Helen leaned forward, her voice cautious yet probing. "Dead? How?" "They’re calling it a suicide," Delilah replied, her tone clipped, each word deliberate. "But there’s more to it than that." Ruby’s lips parted as realization dawned. "Wait, are you saying—" The soft creak of the door interrupted them, and all three heads turned.  Mrs. Hay

Delilah didn't think much about it.   In the evening, she leaned over the railing, the cool breeze brushing her face, she was already prepared for what was coming.  Anticipation buzzed faintly in her chest as she saw Marco’s familiar silhouette approaching the mansion’s entrance. But he wasn’t alone. Lucia was with him, her tall frame radiating confidence as she walked beside Marco, holding some documents. Delilah straightened, her lips thinning as her fingers gripped the railing tighter.  She descended the stairs deliberately, her heels clicking against the polished wood.  The sound echoed sharply, cutting through the quiet hall like a warning. The sound caught Marco’s attention, and he looked up, his dark eyes immediately landing on her.  For

"And what will you do anyway?" Lucia sneered. "Push me out? That won’t work because I’ll boldly return with a recent tape of Marco groaning my name."  Lucia leaned closer, her voice lowering mockingly. "Take note of that, you poor orphan." Something in Delilah snapped at the insult.  Before she could think, her hand shot out, landing a resounding slap across Lucia’s face.  The sound echoed in the small restroom, and Lucia staggered back, her expression a mix of shock and pain. "You—" Lucia started, but Delilah grabbed her arm, spinning her back around. The fight began.  Lucia, fueled by rage and her wrestling past, swung at Delilah with strikes.  Delilah, though reluctant at first to engage fully - because she had never hurt a woman and didn't intend to - defended herse

The soft click of the door behind Delilah as she stepped into Gino’s room seemed to echo louder than it should.  Her eyes swept over the large VIP ward, noting the unnecessary luxury for someone supposedly recovering from digestive issues.  Gino lay on the bed, his hand connected to an IV, his face a picture of forced innocence. Beside him stood a young nurse, her nervous smile betraying her discomfort. The nurse greeted Delilah hesitantly. "He’s still under treatment, ma’am, and—" Delilah cut her off, her voice smooth yet firm. "Please, could you excuse us for a moment?" The nurse glanced at Gino for approval. Gino, with a barely noticeable flick of his eyes, gave her the signal to leave. She nodded awkwardly and hurried out, leaving Delilah and Gino alone. Delilah set the bag she’d brought onto the small table by the