บททั้งหมดของ The Wedding Jilt: Gangster's Revenge Bride: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 51: The Assessment*Mr. Newton's POV*From my vantage point on the upper balcony, I watched my daughter descend the steps with an eagerness I hadn't seen in years, there was anticipation in her stride, relief in her posture, an intimacy in how she immediately fell into his arms that told me more about their relationship than any conversation could.He didn't look like the regular normal guy I'd been expecting. There was something about him that set off every instinct I'd developed over four decades of navigating dangerous people both legitimate and otherwise. He was handsome, certainly, with the kind of classical features that would make him memorable in any room. But beneath that attractive surface, I could see a fierce and rugged man that he tried to hide behind designer clothes and practiced charm.I'd been in the game too long not to recognize the signs. The way his eyes constantly scanned his surroundings, cataloguing exits and potential threats. The careful control of hi

Chapter 53: BDSM*Tony's POV*The guest suite Valerie had prepared for me was a masterpiece of understated luxury with antique furniture that probably cost more than most people's houses, and windows that offered strategic views of the estate grounds. But I wasn't focused on the décor. I was focused on the woman standing beside me, and the growing certainty that she had no idea who her father really was.Francesco Newton wasn't just a businessman. He was FX. The most powerful Mafia boss of all in Italy, ‘Ndrangheta.The recognition had hit me like a physical blow during our handshake. I'd heard about who he was through the underground networks that connected organized families across continents, but I'd never expected to meet him face-to-face in a social setting.Francesco "FX" Newton was a legend in certain circles, the Italian who'd built an empire that spanned legitimate business and less legitimate activities with such skill that even law enforcement agencies couldn't find the sea

Chapter 55: Leaving Again *Tony's POV* Valerie was sleeping peacefully beside me, her face soft in the moonlight streaming through the tall windows of the guest suite. The stress lines that had been etched around her eyes for days had finally smoothed away, and she looked younger, more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her. I should have been sleeping too. After the intensity of what she had done to me. No woman had ever made me scream and cry the way she made me did. I wondered if she had a hidden identity as a sex goddess that she had kept secret from me, just same way her father had his deep secret as a cold blooded Don. My body should have surrendered to exhaustion. But a restless energy that had nothing to do with physical satisfaction and everything to do with the growing certainty that we weren't as safe as Valerie believed. My secure phone vibrated softly against the nightstand. I grabbed it quickly, not wanting to wake her, and stepped out onto the small balcony that adjoine

Chapter 57: The Don's Dilemma*Newton's POV*I stood in my private study, staring at the secure phone in my hand, fury coursing through my veins like poison. The bastard had escaped. Somehow, Antonio Reyes-Santos had slipped out of my estate in the middle of the night, vanishing like smoke before my people could execute the clean elimination I'd ordered."He couldn't have gone far," I said into the phone, my voice tight with controlled rage. "A man on foot, unfamiliar with the area, probably heading toward Rome. Expand the search perimeter, check all transportation hubs, bus stations, train terminals. I want him found.""Understood, Don Francesco," came the reply. "How do you want this handled when we locate him?""Same as before. Clean, professional, no connection to this family. Make it look like cartel business." I paused, considering. "But remember… priority is ensuring my daughter's safety. She knows nothing about any of this, and it stays that way."I ended the call and moved to

Chapter 59: The Beach of Regrets*Tony's POV*The beach stretched endlessly in both directions, a ribbon of white sand bordered by the Mediterranean's relentless rhythm. I'd found this isolated stretch of coastline south of Rome after hours of aimless driving, drawn by the promise of solitude and the kind of vast emptiness that matched the hollowness in my chest.The rental car Vivian had prepared for me sat abandoned in the parking area above the dunes, another stolen moment of freedom that couldn't last. Eventually, I'd have to make decisions about what came next, but for now, I could stand here in the pre-dawn darkness and pretend the world had forgotten about Antonio Reyes-Santos.The waves crashed against the shore with hypnotic persistence, each surge bringing foam that hissed and retreated, leaving the sand smooth and unmarked. I'd walked for what felt like miles, my shoes discarded somewhere behind me, my expensive clothes gradually becoming encrusted with salt and sand.It wa