All Chapters of Mafia's Little Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50~~~VELENO CLAN~~~ 2PMAce sat on the high-backed, throne-like chair, his posture a picture of dangerous elegance—one leg crossed over the other, fingers drumming lazily on the armrest. But his eyes… his eyes burned into the wall ahead, sharp and venomous, as if he could tear Sandro’s image apart with sheer will."Enough, Sandro…" his thoughts hissed like a blade being drawn. "You’ve taken too much from me. My men. My trust. My peace. It’s only fair I take everything from you—piece by piece—until you choke on your own losses."The heavy door creaked open. Fox stepped inside, head bowed in respect.“Shadow is out. Do you need anything, boss?”Without looking away from the wall, Ace’s voice was ice wrapped in fire.“Contact Cleo. I want the job done tonight. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Tonight. No delays.”Fox hesitated only a second. “Snow called. He… wants to meet.”Ace’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. “Finally. That bastard is ready to dance to my

Chapter 52~~~ ESPOSITO HOSPITAL — NEXT DAY, 9:00 PM ~~~Sandro stood motionless beside the glass wall of Anna’s ward, his gaze locked on her pale, still form. Eduardo and the hospital director had tried all night to get him to rest, but it was useless. He hadn’t moved since yesterday.Caspian had called earlier about the identity of the poisoner. Sandro had hung up mid-sentence, uninterested in details. He already knew it was someone close. His gut had warned him weeks ago — Beware of the little maid.Eduardo had left late last night to handle something, promising to return in the morning. Still, Sandro hadn’t blinked away from the glass.Then… a voice he recognized. A voice he needed.“Sandro,” his mother, Veronica, said softly as she stepped closer. She wrapped her arms around him, and for a second, he melted into her warmth.“It’s okay. Everything will be fine,” she murmured, her palm rubbing his back.He didn’t trust his voice. Only he knew how close he was to breaking right ther

Chapter 54~~~ESPOSITO HOSPITAL~~~ 6 PMThe city outside was fading into evening, but inside the car, the air was heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts. Caspian kept his eyes on the road, the low hum of the engine the only sound between them.In the back seat, Sandro sat leaned back, one elbow propped against the door, his gaze unfocused but sharp at the edges. His mind wasn’t here—not fully.A betrayal.Somewhere in his clan, a man he trusted had been planted years ago, growing like a weed in the soil of loyalty.It wasn’t the kind of suspicion you could shake off.It was poison.“Who could it be?” The question turned over and over in his mind like a blade in his hand. His eyes drifted to Caspian’s reflection in the rearview mirror, studying the familiar lines of his face.Is it you?Kendrox? Fire? Sage?Who the fuck is it?He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Just stared, the silence between them sharper than any accusation.“Boss, we’re here,” Caspian’s voice cut through, pulling him out of

Chapter 57~~~VELENO CLAN~~~ NEXT DAYMadam Gloria dragged her legs towards the Veleno gate, sweat dripping down her wrinkled forehead, soaking the collar of her faded dress. Every step felt like wading through wet sand, her shoes scuffing against the gravel road. Her breath came in shallow, ragged pulls, the air thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and smoke drifting from somewhere deep inside the compound.She lifted her trembling fist and knocked on the massive iron gate—once, twice—softly, almost as though afraid the very sound might get her killed.A guard appeared, his shadow stretching over her like a hunter’s snare. Recognition flickered in his eyes. Without a word, he stepped aside, pushing the gate just enough to let her through. The metal groaned like a beast warning her not to enter.Inside, the courtyard was eerily silent. No casual chatter from soldiers. No clinking of weapons. Just the low hum of danger vibrating in the air. She shuffled forward, dragging her tired l

Chapter 58~~~UNKNOWN PLACE~~~ 2PMA shadow dropped from the high walls with the silent precision of a predator. Snow landed in a crouch, the dull thud of his boots muffled by the dirt. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the building, his breath sharp and steady. Two guards stood posted by the rusted steel doors, rifles slung lazily over their shoulders—too slow to realize death had already come for them.Snow hit the first with a spinning kick that cracked his jaw sideways. The second tried to lift his gun but found himself slammed against the wall, his head bouncing off concrete before sliding down unconscious. Both bodies hit the ground almost at the same time.Inside, the air smelled of damp wood and gun oil. Sunlight cut in through broken windows, casting long, fractured shadows across the room. And there, by the tall window of the abandoned building, stood Ace—glass mask glinting like ice under the pale light."Where is my sister, Ace?" Snow’s voice was low, dangerous, his