All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Carlos VS Nico

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Training Hall Carlos nearly dropped his cigarette when his eyes traced over my neck again. “Madonna mia… sorella, what the hell is this?” Nico smirked instantly, leaning back in his chair with all the arrogance of a man who wanted credit. “Exactly what it looks like.” Carlos snapped his gaze to him. “Do you have a death wish? She has a husband, that husband. If Dante sees her like this-” “Then maybe he’ll finally realize he doesn’t own every inch of her.” Nico tilted his head, utterly unfazed. “Besides, you should be thanking me. At least she was with someone who worships her properly.” Carlos slammed his palm on the table. “Worship? This isn’t worship, this is madness! What are you to her, huh? Some lover lurking in the shadows?” Nico’s smile sharpened. “If she’ll let me, gladly. Lover, shadow, anything she wants.” He lean

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

She Sparred With Moretti's Strongest Soldier

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Training Hall “Call the medics,” I ordered flatly, not even sparing Nico or Carlos a glance. A couple of Carlos’ men scrambled out of the hall immediately. By the time the medics rushed in, Nico was still groaning dramatically on the bench while Carlos sat with bloody knuckles, smirking through the sting. “Idiots,” I muttered. “Both of you.” Carlos chuckled under his breath, wincing as the medic disinfected his hand. Nico, however, perked up immediately, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He knew that tone in my voice. “Don’t even think about it,” he snapped. But I was already speaking, eyes on Carlos. “Who’s your strongest soldier?” The room froze. Carlos tilted his head, curious. “Strongest? That would be Roan. Why?” “I want to spar.” “What?!” Nico shot upright, nearly knocking the medic

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

Carlos Finally Resolved to be the Don

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Training HallThe mutters spread like a virus.“She’s the boss’s sister, of course Roan lost.”“No man’s gonna hit her seriously.”“Unfair fight from the start.”I stopped cold, the frost in my gaze shutting every mouth that dared move.“You think he let me win?” I asked softly, dangerously.Not one of them answered. But the doubt was written plain across their faces.“Fine,” I said, voice slicing clean. “If you want a comparison, then I’ll oblige.”A shadow moved forward. Nikolai. My Nikolai. He peeled off his shirt as he stepped onto the mat, muscle and scar and cold calculation carved into every line of him.The soldiers muttered again, uneasy this time.“That’s the Lucchese’s man.”“No...La Rosa Nera’s.”“Unfair, unfair-”“Unfair?” Nikolai’s voice rumbled low, a dangerous grin tugging at his mouth. “Then let’s even it ou

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

Another Battle, But With Papers

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Carlos's Estate Office Carlos flinched when I smiled. Not the soft, angelic smile I gave strangers, but the wide, sharp one that stretched across my face like a blade. The one he’d seen when we were children and he knew he was about to be dragged through hell. “Since I’m staying for a while,” I said sweetly, “why don’t we make it productive?” His eyes widened. “Catalina-” I pinched his ear between my fingers and yanked him forward. He cursed, stumbling, but I didn’t loosen my grip. “Don’t whine. You’ll live.” Like a scolded boy, the Don of the Morettis was dragged across his own halls, men staring, too afraid to even breathe wrong. I threw open the doors to his office and shoved him inside. “Sit. And don’t move.” The desk was a warzone. Folders half-open, receipts stuffed between ledgers, unsigned contracts stacked lik

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Wasted Money on a Useless Transaction

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE By the second day, Carlos’ estate office was practically my war room. Documents no longer piled, they flowed, from Nikolai’s desk to mine, from mine straight under Carlos’ reluctant pen.I leaned back in the chair, fingers drumming on the desk, eyes flicking to Nico. “You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.”Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.”“I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.”He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”I ignored his grin and shifted to Nikolai, who was already flipping through coded reports with calm precision. “Update

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

Back to Libreria Fioretta

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE A Few Days Later.I stood before the mirror, the dim light catching every line, every curve. My hands moved slow, deliberate, over my skin, neck, shoulders, arms, stomach, searching for any trace Nico might have left. Bruises, marks, shadows of his desperation. Nothing. Clean. As if it never happened.“Good,” I whispered to my reflection, lips curving. I had no interest in carrying ghosts when Dante’s eyes would be the only ones I allowed to linger.By morning, I kissed Carlos’ cheek in farewell, my brother still buried in ledgers and newfound discipline, and left him to his mess. Nico had already gone days ago, disappearing into his own web, tasked with one order: keep Dante busy, far from Via Sant’Angelo.Nikolai shadowed me as always, the silent blade at my back. Together we returned to Libreria Fioretta.And there it was, whole again.The windows gleamed, the shelves stood proud, the faint scent of

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

Back at the Lucchese Estate

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The gates of the Lucchese estate opened, swallowing me back into the cage I’d so carefully gilded.I smoothed the skirt of my dress as I stepped inside, pearls glinting faintly against my throat, hair pinned with a precision that whispered obedience. Not La Rosa Nera. Not the woman who scolded dons and brought soldiers to their knees. No. I was Catalina Lucchese again, Dante’s wife.The grand hall greeted me with silence. No Dante. Of course. He was still out there, no doubt clawing at Voronin’s shadow, chasing ghosts across Italy’s soil.I lowered my eyes, playing the part, and dismissed the men who carried my bags. My voice soft, the same practiced gentleness he knew:“Leave them in the room. I’ll take care of the rest.”They nodded and withdrew.Alone, I let myself wander into the sitting room, touching the carved edges of furniture, the cold gleam of crystal decanters. The

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

He Finally Got Her Back

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE NIGHT Malcolm’s call cut through the noise.“She’s back at the estate.”That’s all I needed.“Pull out. We’re done here.”Voronin, the ghost I’ve been chasing, can rot in hell for all I care. My wife finally decided to come back, and nothing, no enemy, no war, outranks that.The cars turned. Hours away, but I wanted it in minutes. Every mile felt like a blade carving me open. She left me starving, bleeding out on her absence, and now she thinks she can just walk back in?No. She doesn’t get to walk in.I take her back.I don’t care if she hides behind that innocent face. I don’t care if she trembles or smiles. The second I step into that house, I’m not stopping until she remembers exactly who owns her.She’s mine. Always was. Always will be. And tonight, She’s going to learn what starving me cost.I didn’t wait for the fucking car to

Last Updated : 2025-09-29

Her Punishment

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE BEDROOM - NIGHT Her voice cut through me like a blade.“Dante.”That was it, the leash snapped. Months of restraint, of watching her slip further and further from me, burned out in a single syllable.I tore the shirt off my back before I even reached her. The sound of fabric ripping felt like bloodletting, violent relief. I grabbed her waist, her skin still warm from the bath, and pressed her down against the mattress.No rush this time. No blind frenzy. No. She was going to feel me. Every inch. Every drag.My mouth found her neck, slow and cruel, sucking until her pulse throbbed against my tongue. She squirmed, her thighs tightening, but I pinned them apart with my knee. One hand dragged up her inner thigh, lazy, taunting, before sliding between her folds. Already slick, trembling for me.“Months, piccola,” I growled into her ear. “You think I’d let you come back and breath

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

His Peace in His Claim

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE BEDROOM - NIGHT She thought it was over. That I’d stop after tearing her apart three times, that I’d lie beside her like a man satisfied.I’m not a man. I’m her husband. And a husband doesn’t stop until he’s carved himself so deep into his wife that no ghost, no memory, no fucking rival can erase him.I ripped the dress from her body, the fragile fabric shredding under my hands like it insulted me, leaving her bare, her breasts full, nipples hard, pussy glistening, mine to see, mine to touch. I took a heavy breath, chest tight, like a starving man at his first meal, my cock already throbbing, hard against my pants.Her eyes, wide, glassy, wet from the three orgasms I’d dragged her through, met mine. She whispered my name, “Dante,” soft, breaking me. That was it. I removed my pants down in urgency, freeing myself.I shoved inside her, one brutal thrust, cock

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

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