Semua Bab GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE : Bab 61 - Bab 63

CHAPTER 61- Mirabella’s POV My body went cold the second I heard his name.Marco. What the fuck did he want now? There was always something fucking happening in this world.The sound alone was enough to drag me back. Back to the night Papa died. The crack of the gun still lived in my bones, the metallic sting of blood in the air clinging to my throat. I saw Marco’s face again in that haze, shadowed, unreadable, lips pressed tight like he was already calculating the power he would seize even as our father’s body fell.For one fractured moment, I had thought he was on my side. That killing Salvatore meant freeing me. But Marco had never really protected me. Not from our father’s wrath. Not from the nights I locked myself in my room and prayed to be invisible. He had always chosen power, ambition, himself. And later, when he found out I married Giovanni, his threats echoed louder than any promise of family he ever gave me.“Mirabella.” Giovanni’s voice cut into my spi

CHAPTER 63: Mirabella’s POV The moonlight cut through the curtains, spilling over the bed in pale silver. Tuscany was quiet in that way that made your heartbeat sound too loud. Giovanni’s arm was still draped around my waist, heavy and possessive, his breathing slow and even against my neck.Sleep wouldn’t come back to me. My body was still, but my mind wouldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, Marco’s voice echoed, that smug, taunting calm he always used before doing something cruel. Giovanni said he’d burn the world for me. And I believed him. That terrified me almost as much as Marco did.I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. The marble floor was cold beneath my bare feet as I padded toward the window. Outside, the vineyards stretched under the moon like a sea of silver leaves. The air was cool and sharp when I opened the door and stepped onto the terrace.The stables were a dark silhouette beyond the garden. I don’t know what possessed me to go