Semua Bab A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Valentina I couldn’t feel my legs. The world had tilted. Crashed. Collapsed. My fingers trembled against the frozen marble of the monastery floor, my lips dry and parted in disbelief. Daughter of De Santis. No. It couldn’t be true. I was a Russo. My mother raised me. I had memories. Birthdays. Lullabies. A sister. But the woman who had protected me my whole life… just called me his. The blood drained from my face. “Tell me it’s a lie,” I whispered. Alessandro said nothing. Lorenzo had lowered his gun. He looked shaken, too but not surprised. Of course not. He had known. All along. My heart broke again. Serafina wiped her tears. “You were born during a ceasefire. He came to me... he was different then. Before the blood. Before the empire. I ran when I realized what he was becoming.” “You never told me…” “I couldn’t. You were safer not knowing. Until now.” Gunfire echoed outside the monastery. Screams. Shouts. The war had begun. My real father… was outside. The man who h

(Valentina’s POV)The roar of the engine was the first thing I heard.Then, pain.A sharp ache bloomed at the back of my head like someone had slammed me against steel. My wrists burned zip tied and raw. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth.My eyes fluttered open.Darkness.The inside of the van was pitch black, save for a red emergency light flickering above. My legs were bound. A gag pressed against my teeth.Panic surged.Memories flooded in the attack, the gunfire, Alessandro’s scream, Lorenzo shouting my name. And then… nothing.I thrashed, kicking blindly. Someone grabbed my ankle.“Easy,” a voice rasped.That voice.Alessandro.Kidnapped TogetherHe sat across from me, bloody, bruised, but alive. His shoulder was wrapped in a torn piece of cloth. His shirt was soaked in crimson.His eyes were hard. Familiar. Cold.But when they landed on me, something flickered.Relief?I wasn’t sure anymore.He crawled toward me despite the restraints on his legs and hands. Blood smeare

VALENTINA I never knew desire could taste like revenge. And I never knew a man’s rage could set my soul on fire. But then again, I never knew Alessandro De Luca. Not like this. After the Message The moment the photo came in Serafina in that veil I broke. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just stood there, staring, as the edges of the world went up in flames. They had her. My sister. My enemy. My blood. The De Santis had her like a trophy. And Alessandro he stood silent, his jaw locked, his eyes unreadable. Until he turned to Lorenzo, and in one breath, he became the man I’d always feared… and maybe the one I secretly desired. “Get out,” he growled. Lorenzo didn’t argue. It was just us. And the storm. The Lockdown He dragged me into the master suite. Bolted the door. “No one in. No one out.” He poured scotch no ice and downed it in one gulp. Then another. Then he smashed the glass against the marble. I didn’t flinch. He turned to me, eyes wild, breathing hard. “Yo

VALENTINAThey thought I was asleep.They thought I was safe, tucked into some penthouse tower with guards at every corner and shadows stitched into the marble.They were wrong.I hadn’t slept in days.Because nightmares don’t wait for dreams.They bleed into reality.And mine… were wearing tailored suits and smiling with knives behind their teeth.I watched the footage over and over the warehouse raid, Serafina’s blade, Alessandro’s fury. They didn’t know I had eyes everywhere. My blood might not be pure Mafia, but my instincts? Sharper than any blade they carried.Serafina stabbed Dante.Alessandro let her walk free.And I watched them burn together.I was done watching.The next morning, I walked into the De Luca boardroom like fire incarnate. Black silk dress hugging me like a second skin, heels sharp enough to slit a throat. My presence silenced the room.One man stood.Lorenzo.His eyes widened. “Valentina—”“Sit,” I ordered.Even Alessandro didn’t move.I looked him dead in the

VALENTINAI stared at the broken mirror, pieces of it scattered across the tiled floor like shards of my sanity. My reflection fractured and blood streaked stared back at me. My chest heaved. My mind raced. And my heart... my heart was a battlefield.Every breath was a war cry.What happened between Alessandro and me last night shouldn’t have happened. Not like that. Not after what he did. Not with so much hatred still seeping from his eyes, like I was still just a stand-in, a disposable pawn in his brutal empire. But the heat had consumed us. We didn’t kiss. We devoured. We didn’t touch. We collided. And then he walked away silent, cold, and cruel.My body still burned, but my soul felt scorched.I turned as the door opened. Lorenzo stepped in, eyes scanning the room before locking onto mine. "What did he do to you?"His voice was soft, but I could hear the venom behind it. My lips parted to answer, but I had none. I didn’t know what Alessandro had done. He made me feel alive and dea