All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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His Gentleness Is New

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE BEDROOM - MORNING I woke to the sensation of fingers threading through my hair, slow, careful strokes that seemed almost reverent. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming, that the violent hunger of last night had bled into some phantom memory. But when my lashes lifted, I saw him. Dante. Propped on one elbow, his broad shoulders casting me in shadow, his eyes fixed on me with a weight that stole the air from my lungs. Not the usual fire, not the cold steel he showed the world. Something else. Something quieter. The sight unsettled me. “Stay,” he murmured, when I tried to stir. His palm pressed lightly against my shoulder, keeping me pinned without effort. “You’re not moving. Rest. I was too rough with you.” Too rough. He said it like a statement of fact, not apology, but the way his thumb br

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

The Alliance Formed

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE By afternoon, I was in the garden. The air was warm, the flowers neatly trimmed, everything in its place. I sank into the chair, finally away from the bed where Dante had kept me all morning. He barely let me move, hovering, brushing my hair, ordering food to be brought upstairs.He left only when the call came. Urgent, judging by the look on his face. I didn’t ask, he wouldn’t tell. But before stepping away, he leaned down and kissed me. On the lips. Quick, almost careless, but it was different.That wasn’t a kiss of habit. It was need.I smiled the second he turned his back. He didn’t even notice. He just gave me what I wanted without realizing it. Proof that he couldn’t stand being apart from me anymore.I leaned back in the chair, eyes on the roses. No metaphors, no pretending, it was simple. I had left, and he broke. Now he was crawling bac

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

All Roles Been Given

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LIBRERIA FIORETTA I lifted a hand just as Voronin was about to leave."Wait," I said. "I'll call someone."His brows twitched, curious, but he didn't press. I turned my eyes to Nikolai, who already knew. He stepped forward, phone in hand, waiting for my word."Cynthia first," I told him. "Then Nico. I want them both here-now."The order carried weight. Nikolai didn't hesitate. Within minutes, the air shifted with urgency.Cynthia arrived first. Always. A soldier cut from iron, her presence was sharper than most men's weapons. She stepped into the bookstore with precision, posture rigid, her eyes immediately scanning the room before bowing her head slightly toward me. No wasted words. Her greeting was in her stance, in the unshakable loyalty she carried.She's mine - the soldier I rebuilt: trained by me, sharpened by me, taught to use a pretty face as a weapon and

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

Her on His Lap

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The estate doors opened with a weight that carried him inside. Dante’s presence filled the room before his boots even hit the marble. Malcolm and Enzo flanked behind him like shadows that never dared to breathe without his say.I rose from the couch, my book closing with a soft snap, and walked to him. My arms slipped around his neck, lips brushing his cheek before I pressed a kiss to his mouth, soft, deliberate, a test. Would he push me away? Would suspicion coil between us again?His jaw tensed, but he didn’t stop me. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, answering with a low grunt, “You waited.”A smile tugged at my lips. “Always.”His dark eyes searched mine, as if looking for cracks. “You left once.”“And came back,” I answered, guiding him by the hand toward the dining room. “That should count for something.”The long table was al

Last Updated : 2025-10-05

The Ghost's Creator Was No one But Her

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE I never imagined he would guide me into the study. His hand on my waist was firm, claiming, as though he wanted the entire room to understand that wherever he sat, I belonged too.The silence stretched. Malcolm looked like a schoolboy caught in some mischief, glancing from Dante to me and back again. His mouth opened, then shut, and for a second I thought the heavy oak desk itself might speak before he did.I tilted my head, letting my voice fall light and gentle, the perfect imitation of an out-of-place wife.“Seems like my presence here isn’t welcomed,” I said softly, beginning to rise from Dante’s lap. “I should go back to our room, so you can get to your business.”But Dante’s hand closed even tighter around my waist, pulling me down against him. His glare cut across the room, aimed straight at Malcolm. That single look held enough violence that Malcolm visibly swal

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

He's Still Wrap in Her Lies

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE Dante’s hand was still wrapped around me when he finally leaned forward, his voice cutting through the silence.“We’re done running circles. If Voronin thinks I’ll let him vanish without consequence, he’s wrong. I’ll pay Nico Mareni a visit. He owes me more than silence.”Malcolm straightened. “Don, are you sure? Last time-”“Last time,” Dante bit out, “I let pride speak louder than strategy. Nico made it clear whose side he’s on, but information is information. If Voronin’s trail is buried, I’ll dig it out of him myself.”I tilted my head slightly, eyes lowered, watching the edges of his rage fold back into cold determination. Nico would be delighted.But Dante’s focus shifted. His gaze flicked to Nikolai.“And while we’re at it, I want a full account of my wife’s time away. From the day she left this house until the day she returned. Every hour.”Nikolai didn’t

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

His Jealousy, Her Victory

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The study door clicked shut and the room emptied. For a second the silence sat on us like a thing that watched. Then Dante moved.He lifted me without ceremony and dropped me onto his desk. Paper skittered, a glass hit the floor and shattered; I felt none of it. Only him.His hands landed beside my thighs, braced, trapping me. He leaned in and searched me with that hunter’s glare, slow, precise, looking for any sign another man had been here.“Do you know what I see when I hear his name?” he rasped. “I see blood. I see myself cutting him out.”He hooked a thumb in the seam of my dress and ripped it up. Fabric slid over my leg and bunched at my hips. His thumb pressed hard into the meat of my inner thigh, right there where everything goes soft and the breath stumbles. He used that pressure to spread me open, to own what he could before he even touched me.“You s

Last Updated : 2025-10-08

The Don's Wife

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE He didn’t let me walk.Dante carried me out of the study as if the weight of me was nothing, my body still loose, trembling from what he had done to me. Bridal style, so absurdly gentle for a man who had just pinned me to his desk and torn me open with jealousy. My head rested against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart.When he pushed open our bedroom door, he laid me down like glass he was afraid to crack. The contrast was almost dizzying, no violence, no claim, just a careful lowering, as if the bed should take the burden he refused to let me carry.He slid in beside me, his arm circling my waist, dragging me close until I was folded against him. His breath brushed the crown of my head when he spoke.“Sleep.”One word, rough but softened, like he’d cut the edge off his own blade just for me. And I did.~~~~~~~~By morning, it was his lips that

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

News of a Brand New Progress

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The water clung to my skin when his shadow fell across the pool. Dante stood there at the edge, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie missing, jacket already discarded. He didn’t look like the Don who broke men with a word, but a man who had found me exactly where he wanted me.“Enjoying yourself, cara mia?” His voice carried none of its usual gravel, softened as though he wasn’t used to letting words land gently.I tilted my head, giving him the smile of a wife caught in a private moment. “I am now that you’re here.”He moved without hesitation, crouching at the poolside, his polished shoes still on the stone, and reached in. I half expected the sharp tug of possession, the grip that demanded, but instead, his arms slid beneath me with care. He lifted me out bridal-style, dripping water soaking his shirt and cuffs. His silence was focused, steady. He carried me past

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

A Little Assertion of Her Wife Status

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE BOUTIQUE Dante’s hand stayed firm at the small of my back as he guided me into the boutique. His touch was light but unyielding, the way chains can be disguised as velvet. The air inside was different, hushed, reverent, as though the gowns hanging on their mannequins were relics, not fabric.I’d never been here before. I’d passed places like it, glanced through windows, but this was different. This was not a place wives wandered into for afternoon leisure. This was curated. Exclusive. The kind of boutique where a single dress cost more than some families would earn in a year.“Everything here is custom,” Dante murmured, his mouth close enough that I felt the heat of his breath against my ear. “No one else will wear what you do.”His words were possessive. A claim. But also a promise. My fingers brushed the hem of one gown, black silk that fell like water, smooth an

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

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