All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The restaurant’s dim lighting cast a warm glow over the polished wooden furniture, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air as Marco stepped inside. His sharp eyes scanned the room, settling on a blonde-haired man seated near the corner. Marco’s lips curved into a faint smile. There was no mistaking him—Tristan. Without hesitation, Marco crossed the room. As he approached, Tristan glanced up, their eyes locking in a moment of recognition. Tristan’s face lit up with a wide grin, and he stood to greet his old friend. "Marco! Great to see you, buddy!" Tristan’s voice carried a warmth that seemed to cut through the slight chill of the restaurant’s air. Marco extended his hand, his own smile growing broader. "Tristan! It’s been too long, man," he replied, shaking Tristan’s hand firmly and pulling him in for a friendly clap on the back. "Way too long," Tristan agreed as they both sat down. "How’ve you been? Still running the family empire, I assume?" Marco chuckled, sig

Delilah quickly got ready, then headed downstairs to start cooking. She tied her hair up and hummed a tune as she mixed the soft dough for homemade pasta. The kitchen felt cozy and smelled delicious from the fresh ingredients she'd prepared.The stand mixer whirred beside her, spinning the dough hook with ease. She smiled, wiping flour off her cheek with the back of her hand, completely unaware of the faint hissing sound coming from the gas pipe beneath the counter.As she reached for the next ingredient, a small spark from the mixer shot out unexpectedly. "What the—?" Delilah started, but her words were cut short.In an instant, the spark connected with the gas building up in the kitchen.The explosion was deafening. A rush of fire and heat erupted, engulfing the room. Delilah screamed as her right hand caught the flames, the pain searing and unbearable. The force of the blast threw her backward; her head struck the hard floor. Everything blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the

In the next few days, the hospital ward was filled with a quiet hum as Delilah's doctor and nurse stood before her, reviewing her chart. Marco sat nearby, observing every movement. Delilah, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, fidgeted slightly, her bandaged hand resting in her lap.The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Alright, Miss Flynn, let’s assess how you’re healing. Shall we?"Delilah nodded. "Go ahead."The nurse handed the doctor a pair of gloves, which he snapped on with accuracy. Delilah stole a glance at Marco. He offered her a small, encouraging smile, but his gaze was sharp, focused.As the doctor carefully removed the old bandage, Delilah winced slightly. Marco straightened, his hands resting on his knees as if ready to intervene."Sorry about that," the doctor said, inspecting her hand. The skin, once marred by cuts and burns, was now showing signs of recovery. "You’re healing well. The granulation tissue looks healthy."The nurse leaned closer with antiseptic sol

The café buzzed with murmurs as Delilah stepped forward, her gaze steady on Tom. "That video doesn’t confirm I’m involved in anything concerning Judge Madison’s death. You can ask my regular customer over there. I’m not even a fan of the news. I keep to myself, and I’m a clean person."She gestured toward a man seated by the window, who looked up from his coffee, startled. He nodded hastily. "She’s right. The other day, I was convincing her to watch the news. She doesn’t even care about that stuff."Delilah waved her left hand, a smug smile gracing her lips. "See?"Emily sputtered, her confident facade crumbling. "But... but—"Tom raised his hand to silence her, turning his focus to Delilah. "Mrs. Delilah, you claim innocence, but the video raises several concerns. First, your statement: 'He got what he deserved' could be interpreted as a confession or motive. Second, your demeanor—cold and unbothered—raises suspicion. And third, your defensive attitude suggests you might be hiding s

Delilah returned to the mansion late in the evening. She quickly changed into a soft, silk nightgown before joining Marco for dinner.The evening passed in quiet conversation, with Marco occasionally watching her intently as if assessing her health. After dinner, they retired to the bedroom, where Marco finally spoke."It’s been a few days since you were discharged," he said, his deep voice calm yet carrying an hint of authority. "The doctor instructed me to remove the bandage by now, so I’ll need to take care of it tonight."Delilah nodded without hesitation. She trusted him completely, though a flicker of warmth passed through her at his steady insistence on overseeing her care.She approached him, and Marco gently guided her to sit on the edge of their bed. He positioned himself beside her, his tall frame intimidating yet offering a silent reassurance."So," Marco began, his hands brushing over the bandaged area on her right hand, "how was it at the café?"Delilah tilted her head