All Chapters of She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rafael shoved the door open with a level of urgency that made Luca rise from his seat. The moment he entered the room, the tension followed him like a shadow—his breathing was uneven, his shirt slightly rumpled, and his eyes carried a haunted confusion.“Luca…” Rafael said, swallowing hard. “We found Matteo.”Luca stiffened instantly. “Where?”“In the hospital,” Rafael replied. “Unconscious. Bad shape. They’re running tests.”Marco, who was still at the second computer, snapped his head up. “Hospital? How did you even find that out? Nobody from the staff contacted us.”Rafael moved his gaze from Marco to Luca. His voice remained steady, but something beneath it trembled. “I went for a quick checkup earlier… wasn’t feeling great.”Alessa’s eyes sharpened. She felt it immediately—the lie. It rolled off Rafael like smoke, faint but undeniable. Her instincts, always sharp around him, pricked with warning.Luca, however, was too focused on the Matteo issue to dissect Rafael’s words. “How b

Vittorio had been waiting for her.The moment Alessa stepped into the private chamber, the temperature of the room shifted—not colder, but heavier. Like the air itself recognized two storms had just met. Vittorio rose from his seat with a smile far too warm to be genuine and opened his arms as though greeting a long-lost daughter.“Alessandra,” he said, voice dripping with false affection. “You’re even more radiant than the last time. Power suits you.”Alessa didn’t smile. She didn’t blink. She didn’t even grant him the dignity of eye contact for more than a second.She wasn’t here to dance around his theatrics.“I’m not here for compliments,” she said sharply. “Say what you want.”Vittorio chuckled. That low, rich, calculated laugh he always used to disarm the weak. But Alessa was no longer a girl who trembled before him. She was something else now—something he should have feared a long time ago.“Such fire,” he murmured. “Your father would be proud.”Her jaw tightened at the mention

Alessa left the shattered remains of the glass barrier behind her, but Vittorio followed—not physically, but with his words echoing across the marble chamber.“Your mother was always going to return,” he said calmly. “None of this surprises me.”Alessa stopped mid-stride.Anger she expected. Hatred she welcomed. But the one thing she did not expect was how steady, how confident, how utterly unbothered Vittorio sounded when speaking of Gloria. As if the most feared woman in New York was nothing more than a necessary inconvenience.She turned slowly. “You’re seriously not surprised that my mother is back?”Vittorio shrugged as if they were discussing weather. “Gloria doesn’t disappear, Alessa. She retreats. She calculates. And when she resurfaces, it’s because she already knows how the next ten moves will play out.”The words chilled her more than she wanted to admit.“So then tell me what she wants,” Alessa demanded. “Tell me the truth for once.”Vittorio walked toward a sideboard, unc

But no one came.And then Isabella entered.Sophia flinched at the sound of the door sliding open, her body trembling. “Please… let me go,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Please, Isabella… nobody should be doing this to me. Please!”Isabella didn’t move to comfort her. She didn’t bend down to calm the child she once pretended to care for. Instead, she stepped forward with a measured, predatory calm, her heels clicking against the tile with a rhythm that echoed like a death sentence.“Nobody’s coming for you,” Isabella said, her voice flat, void of any emotion. “Nobody. Not your friends. Not your so-called family. Not even your mother.”Sophia’s breath hitched. She scrambled backward on the floor, bumping against the wall. “No! That’s not true! Someone will come for me!” Her voice rose to a desperate plea, eyes wide and pleading.Isabella’s face hardened. She reached down and grabbed Sophia by the shoulder, jerking her upright. Sophia’s knees buckled under the sudden force.“Do you un

Alessa hung up the phone with Marco and sank into the edge of her chair, rubbing her temples. The call had been brief but comforting—Luca and the others had arrived safely in Canada, Rafael and his family had made it through without incident, and Sophia was under some measure of protection, at least for now.Yet, even with the temporary relief, Alessa couldn’t shake the gnawing weight in her chest. One month gone, and everything had changed. The mafia world she had been raised in, the tangled web of family loyalties, betrayals, and power plays—it all now felt impossibly close to the child she was carrying.Her hand unconsciously rested on the small swell of her belly.How am I going to raise a child in the middle of all this chaos? she wondered, voice barely above a whisper. The thought made her chest tighten. She had barely survived her own childhood, barely escaped the grasp of men like Vittorio and Gloria, and now she had to ensure that her child wouldn’t be dragged into the same i