Chapter 21: The Other Woman

*At House Party*I'm adjusting the clasp on my earring when she walks into the powder room. Red lips, black hair swept into a chignon that probably cost more than most people's rent. She moves like she owns every room she enters.Which, apparently, she does."You must be the wife."Her voice carries the kind of smoky confidence that comes from never having to wonder if you belong somewhere. I catch her reflection in the mirror—perfect posture, designer everything, and eyes that are cataloging my every flaw."and who the fuck are you to banged into my bedroom without even knocking?" I yelled at her"Bianca Russo." She steps closer, and I catch her perfume—something expensive and sultry. "Though I suppose Luca hasn't mentioned me."The name hits like a slap. I've heard whispers, seen the way certain women at these events watch my husband with knowing looks. But having her standing here, flesh and blood and gorgeous, makes it real in a way that churns my stomach."Should he have?"She la

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

Chapter 22: Shattered Walls

"Three years, Luca. Three fucking years."I'm pacing the marble floor of our bedroom, my heels clicking like gunshots. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his tuxedo from tonight's event, watching me with those unreadable dark eyes."Elena—""Don't." I whip around to face him. "Don't you dare try to explain this away. I met her tonight and you even came over saw us together. Your beautiful, perfect mistress who knows more about you than your own wife."He stands slowly, and there's something dangerous in the way he moves. Predatory. "What exactly did Bianca tell you?""That you've been lovers for three years. That you dream about me." My voice cracks on the last part, and I hate myself for it. "That I should watch out for your uncle." I said angrily not even caring about anything coming out of my mouth.His expression goes cold. Arctic. "She said what about Matteo?""Answer my question first." I step closer, close enough to see the muscle ticking in his jaw. "Is it true? Abo

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

Chapter 23: Shattered Walls (Continued)

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoes through the marble halls like a gunshot. I freeze in the library, my fingers gripping the spine of a book I'd been pretending to read for the past hour.He's back.Heavy footsteps pound against the floor—uneven, stumbling. Something crashes. Glass shatters. A string of curses in rapid Sicilian fills the air, words so vicious they make my skin crawl.*Don't go to him.*But my feet are already moving.I find Luca in his study, standing over the ruins of what used to be a crystal decanter. Blood drips from his knuckles onto the Persian carpet. His white shirt—or what's left of it—hangs in tatters, soaked crimson across his chest and shoulders."Jesus Christ." The words slip out before I can stop them.His head snaps up. Wild eyes lock onto mine, pupils dilated with something that might be pain or rage or both. "Get out."I don't move. Can't move. Because i am finally getting use to Luca mixed emotions, Today he might be Sweet, calm and Lov

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

All Chapters of Mafia Bride: From Pawn to Rebel Queen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Chapter 21: The Other Woman

Chapter 22: Shattered Walls

Chapter 23: Shattered Walls (Continued)