All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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La Rosa Nera's win, Was Hers too

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE I sat there, still warm from his touch, my thighs trembling as the last of him slipped from me. The scent of sex lingered thick in the air, but I didn’t move, not at first. I waited, waited until I heard his breath catch, the way it always did when guilt began to creep through his bloodstream like venom. Then I sat up slowly, my muscles sore, my body raw, not from pain, but from the way he gripped something he thought he couldn't have. I cupped his face, gently, reverently, as if he hadn’t just used me as a vessel for his confusion. I smiled. A smile meant for me. Not him. He didn’t even see it, didn’t realize that behind the curve of my lips was triumph. Behind my wide, innocent eyes was a wildfire. Dante Lucchese, my husband, my captor, my obsession, was now d

Last Updated : 2025-08-14

He's Aiming for Both

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE - HOME OFFICE I shouldn’t have said her name. But I did. La Rosa Nera. It came out raw, tangled in a groan, spilled from my lips like a fucking confession. And Catalina, my wife, my silent, soft little wife, heard it. Took it. Let me take her like a goddamn madman, and didn’t flinch. But now? Now I see her curled up near the tub, the door half-open like a trap. She’s crying. Not trembling from pain. Not crying out from the bruises I left on her hips or the way I used her like she wasn’t her own. No, she’s breaking. And it’s not the kind of break that comes with noise. It’s the kind that shatters something delicate. Something I never thought I’d see. Catalina never cries. She never asks. Never demands. She’s just... there. Always fucking there. Obedient. Warm.

Last Updated : 2025-08-14

The Space Needed To Tighten Her Grip

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE I didn’t rush. I never do. Especially not when I know he’s breaking inside. The bathwater had gone cold before I stood. I made sure every trace of salt on my cheeks was rinsed off, the staged sobs, the tremble, the curled-up silence by the tub, washed clean, at least to the eye. But the weight of it? That had to stay. He needed to see it. I changed into something soft. A thin robe, warm socks. Not enough to be sultry, not enough to be dramatic. Just enough to look fragile. Just enough to make him think I was holding myself together by a thread. Then, I made him soup. It wasn’t poisoned. Not even drugged. It was warm, full of flavor, just the way he liked it. That was the point. I carried it with a mug of coffee, black, bitter, the way he took it when he couldn’t sleep from overthinking. I knocked once. No answer. I turned the kno

Last Updated : 2025-08-15

Turning Libreria Fioretta as her Head Quarters

I didn’t wear black. I didn’t bother with heels or silk or anything that whispered Mrs. Lucchese in stitched elegance. Just jeans. A white shirt. Hair tied low. Something no don’s wife would ever be caught dead in, plain, ordinary, forgettable. Perfect. The luggage was already by the door. I packed before I ever brought him that soup. Before the tears. Before the whisper of goodbye that never left my lips. I glanced at my hands once. No rings today. Not even the wedding band. Then I walked. Calm, steady, delicate steps across the marble. The house was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. But I knew he was watching. Upstairs. Curtains slightly parted. His figure behind the glass like a ghost. I never looked back. That would ruin it. I told him I needed space. I told him

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

A Normal Day in her Bookstore

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LIBRERIA FIORETTA The soft rustle of pages, the faint murmur of voices, the gentle tap of footsteps on hardwood, this was the sanctuary I controlled, the world I projected to everyone outside. I sat behind the counter, my fingers tracing the spine of a well-worn novel, though my eyes skimmed over the words without truly seeing. A small bell jingled as the door opened. A middle-aged woman stepped inside, clutching a delicate scarf wrapped around her neck. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the books. “Good morning, dear. Any recommendations for a book to curl up with?” she asked, voice warm but tinged with hesitation. I folded my novel shut and looked up, offering her the practiced smile that hid the iron beneath. “Depends on what you like. Something light? Something dark?” She hesitated, then said, “Dark, but with hope.”

Last Updated : 2025-08-17

He's Become More Ruthless

DANTE’S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE Fuck. That bed’s a goddamn coffin without her in it. First night? I buried my face in the sheets, tried to choke down the ache clawing my chest. Cold. Hollow. Empty. Like every goddamn thing that mattered was ripped out and left bleeding. She’s gone. No weight, no breath, no soft touch to remind me I still own her, both halves of her. Just silence. The kind that presses down, that suffocates. That screams her name louder than any gunshot. Next day? The whole fucking place echoed with it. Empty rooms. Empty halls. Empty fucking life. And I hated every goddamn second. More than lost shipments. More than backstabbers. Because this? This was a wound money couldn’t buy back. I was alone. And every second, that loneliness dug deeper. The

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

He's Totally Broken

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE HOTEL ROOM The room was thick with smoke, whiskey, sweat, the scent of my failure drowning every corner. I slammed the door behind her before even sparing her a glance. She wasn’t a woman tonight. Just a body. A broken shape I needed to tear apart. I needed to shred every goddamn inch of whatever monster was clawing inside me. No softness. No mercy. No kindness. Only destruction. My hands slammed on her hips like they were weapons, claws ripping at flesh and memory. I knew the curve beneath my fingers. The softness I’d memorized like a goddamn prayer. But this, this was nothing like her. Cold. Silent. Too damn empty. I shoved my cock inside her cunt, trying to fill the void that's gn

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

She's Making A Move

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE A WEEK AFTER LEAVING DANTE - NIGHT The night pressed heavy around us, the streets slick with shadows and silence. Every corner, every flicker of light felt like eyes, Dante’s eyes, watching, waiting. But my own eyes were sharper. Nikolai leaned in, voice low and steady. “Patrol’s shifted. We’ve got twenty minutes tops before the next sweep.” I glanced at the narrow strip of paper tucked in my jacket pocket. “Twenty minutes to vanish.” We moved through the bookstore’s back door, the soft creak swallowed by the hum of the city night. Just ahead, the gate to the next shop stood closed, an old tailor’s store, quiet at this hour. The owner, a wiry man with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, was waiting. My ally. He gave a barely perceptible nod as we approached. “All clear on this side. Dante’s men just passed by five minutes ago.” Nikolai

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

La Rosa Nera's Reward to Nico

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE NICO'S MANSION - OFFICE NIGHT The door clicks shut behind us, sealing off the outside world. Heavy curtains block any chance of being seen or heard. Only shadows and silence remain, thick with something unspoken but undeniable. Nico’s eyes lock onto mine, dark, steady, hungry but controlled. He moves slow, deliberate, like he’s honoring the moment, not rushing it. “You carry fire,” he says, voice low and rough. “Even when you move like a ghost.” I meet his gaze without flinching. “I’m here for business,” I say flatly. “But I’m not blind to what you want.” The dress clings to me like a second skin, thin and teasing. He steps closer, no hurry, just intention. “I’ve gathered everything,” he says, voice thick. “Every whisper. Every secret. It’s all for you. I follow you without question.” My fingers find his jaw, tracing

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

She Introduces Herself to Nico as Both

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE NICO'S MANSION - OFFICE AFTERMATH I finally had Nico’s full attention. No distractions, no hesitations. The room felt heavier now, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. I didn’t wait for the echoes of what just happened between us to fade. I needed answers, and I needed them now. “How much do you really know about me?” I asked, voice low but sharp, cutting through the silence. His eyes locked on mine, dark and steady, filled with grudging respect and something like fear. He inhaled slowly, choosing his words carefully. “La Rosa Nera… The name alone sent shockwaves through the Moretti domain five years ago. You weren’t just a ghost, you were a storm. You tore through their ranks, almost taking down some of the biggest names in that family. No one knew why, no one could predict where you’d strike next. Your reach… it spread across Italy like wildfire. Then, just as suddenly

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

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