Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE ITALY - NIGHT The night sky has gone darker when I pulled the zipper of my crimson dress. Same color as before, blood, devotion, power, but this time, no hat, no veil. No mask to blur me from the world. “La Rosa Nera,” they called me like I was a rumor. Today, they’d learn I was a person. And that person didn’t need hiding. Nikolai was already by the car, jaw tight, eyes on the tinted window reflection as if testing the image of me without disguise. “You’re really going public.” “About time, isn’t it?” I said, fastening my earpiece. “They’ve built myths around a shadow. Let’s give them a woman to fear.” He chuckled low. “You sure Dante won’t burn Rome when he sees you walking out like this?” “Then let him burn it,” I said smoothly, opening the car door. “At least it’ll keep the air warm.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Th

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE NIGHTThe car ride back to the estate was nothing but hums and engines and silence that tasted like control. Mine. His. Ours.Dante drove like the road offended him, one hand on the wheel, the other resting against the gearshift, jaw locked. There was blood on his knuckles. There was more on mine.The scent of gunpowder and coffee mingled between us. He didn’t say a word, not when I wiped the splatter from my cheek, not when I took the thermos he’d brought and drank it straight from the lid like I hadn’t just kicked a man’s jaw in half an hour ago.“You still think you married an innocent?” I asked, voice low. The city lights outside flickered against the window, my reflection stared back at me, bare, no veil, no pretense. Just me.Dante’s lips twitched. “No,” he said. “I think I married the storm everyone else ran from.”That earned him a glance.

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVELUCCHESE ESTATE The drive back to the estate was torture, the air thick with unspoken need. Dante’s hand gripped mine, his fingers digging in, a silent warning of what was coming. We’d been swamped for days, meetings, deals, and paperwork piling up, leaving no room for us to fuck out the tension. I felt it in every nerve, the same raw hunger mirrored in his tight jaw and dark eyes. We were both predators, dominant and unyielding, and I was done playing the innocent wife. Today, I’d match his fire with my own, no holding back.The car barely stopped at the estate before Dante snapped, “Get out,” at the driver, who bolted without a word. He turned to me, eyes blazing. “Fucking finally.”I smirked, leaning closer. “Losing control already? I thought you were a king.”His growl was feral as he yanked the door open and hauled me out, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I d

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVEWe give Ricci an itch and never let him sleep.Dante glides through the spotlight these days, charity dinners, speeches, ribbon cuttings.He’s the saint in public.I’m the blade in the dark.He knows it.I know it.And the men who matter know whose orders they answer when dawn comes.Tonight, I don’t wear a dress.I wear black that moves like smoke and boots that make no sound.Nikolai, Renzo, Alfonzo, Nathaniel, my four.They stand behind me, silent and coiled. No jokes, no wasted air.This is what we do when we’re not playing nice for the cameras.“Dante texted,” Nikolai says quietly, leaning on the hood, cigarette between his fingers.“He says keep it clean. Don’t bring the war to the plazas.”“Clean equals precise,” I answer.“I don’t want corpses in the square. I want Ricci to feel the ground slipping beneath him.”I trace our plan across

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVEA FEW DAYS LATERBANQUET The ballroom glittered with the usual lies.Gold chandeliers, champagne flutes, polite laughter, the kind of air that smelled like wealth and politics trying to outshine each other.I smiled through it, Dante’s arm steady at my back as we greeted the birthday celebrant, a senator whose grin stretched farther than his loyalty ever would.“Ah, Señor Lucchese,” the man said, clapping Dante’s shoulder. “Your name alone draws investors faster than any policy I’ve ever written.”Dante gave that practiced smirk, the one that said he owned the room and everyone breathing in it. “Use it wisely, then,” he replied. “The Lucchese name can build, but it can also destroy.”The senator laughed too loudly. “Of course, of course.” He lowered his voice. “Our little project, the school expansion, will begin next quarter. My office will smooth the paperwork. In exchange…” His eyes fl