All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Xiomar’s POVThe house was dead silent when we pulled up the long drive, the three of us climbing out of the car like ghosts come back to haunt our own grave. Our house, our ruin. The once-pristine mansion stood broken and scarred, pieces of the walls caved in, scorch marks licking the stone like charred memories. The grounds smelled of ash and oil, and the air felt heavier than before. We had done this with our own hands, destroyed what was ours to make sure no one else could claim it. And now, standing there after a month in the shadows, it looked like the corpse of something we had once been proud of.Emilio whistled low, hands shoved deep into his leather jacket pockets. “Fuck, we really did a number on her.”Achilles didn’t answer, just lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. His eyes scanned the ruins like he was carving them into his mind, his jaw hard. He wasn’t mourning. It wasn’t in his nature, but he was measuring what had been taken, what had been lost, what had been reborn in

Achilles POVThey were waiting for us when we pulled in., standing at the entrance like lost puppies.Isaiah, arms crossed, his laptop bag slung over his shoulder like it was a weapon. Aries stood beside him, her purple eyes glowing as ever. her blonde was in a neat braid and colour slowly seeped into her skin. The little girl, the one I had promised to keep safepeeked from behind Aries’ leg, her eyes too wide, too old for her years.Emilio was the first to climb out. “Well, damn,” he muttered, cracking his neck. “I didn’t think they’d actually stick around.”Isaiah’s face split into a grin. “And miss the resurrection of the unholy trinity? Not a chance.”Xiomar stepped out next, calmer, his gaze sweeping over the scene like he was measuring the loyalty written there. Aries gave him a slow glance. "You guys stink," she muttered, wrinkling her nose."Brat," Emilio retorted. "At least I'm not a stinky brat," she sing so ged, laughing.I got out last, shutting the door with deliberate w

Achilles POVThe Audi purred under my hands, a predator on four wheels. The kind of car that whispered money without screaming it. I had chosen it deliberately—sleek enough to slip unnoticed through the city’s shadows, but sharp enough to remind anyone watching that I belonged to a different breed. The streets blurred past, the hum of the engine syncing with the low hum of tension in my chest. It had been too long since we’d crawled out from under the weight of our own deaths, and tonight was supposed to be about precision, control.But Leilani had other plans.“You are late," she said the moment she slid into the passenger seat, her perfume slicing through the leather and smoke lingering in the car. A gold dress clung to her body, sequins scattering light with every movement. Her lips, blood‑red and mocking, curled into a smirk. “Is this how you treat all your women, Achilles? Keep them waiting like you’ve got eternity?”I didn’t glance at her. “You’re not all my women.”She laughed

The applause still rang in my ears when the velvet curtain dropped behind me. My legs trembled with each step, but the men who flanked me on either side didn’t care. Hands on my elbows, they pushed me down the narrow hall like I was cargo already purchased, not a woman still breathing, still trying to understand how her whole world had shattered in an instant.I saw him.Achilles.Even now the thought of his name burned my chest. He had been there. Just there. Sitting with a woman in gold, her smile pressed into the side of his neck. The way his hand rested on the table, steady, unflinching, told me everything: he hadn’t come for me. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.Something inside me folded in on itself, and I stopped feeling the cold marble under my bare feet. Numbness spread like a shield. It was the only way I could move without collapsing.The guards brought me to another door. Celeste waited there, leaning against the frame with her usual smirk. She looked pleased, like an artist a

Achilles POVI sipped my champagne, glancing at the crow on Leilani's back. She sat back upright. “Sorry, that was a mess,” she said, her lips curling into a small smile.“Yeah it was,” I replied, holding her gaze. She chuckled and picked her glass up, lifting it slightly to her lips.“To power,” she whispered. “Yes,” I raised my glass up, accepting her toast. “To power, and fishing out enemies.”Leilani’s nose frayed a bit. “Yes,” she downed her drink. “Ugh, this is so good,” she laughed. “I want another.”“You can have as much as you want,” I replied, kissing the back of her hand. “Since when have you been such a charmer,” she grinned.“I have a beautiful woman by my side,” I answered.“Geez, you're laying it on too thick,” Emilo laughed. The small comms I had on in my right ear was tiny enough to not be detected. How would I let them know what is going on?“This is number 334,” the auctioneer announced. The little timid girl climbed up the stage, wearing similar clothes that Lyla