The Wedding Jilt: Gangster's Revenge Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Chapter 71**Valerie**“I can explain everything," he said quickly, trying to sit up and wincing as the movement aggravated his wound. "What happened with Tony, I was forced into it. I didn’t plan to betray him… he was nice to me. But they threatened.."It irritated me so much the way he tried to convince me like he was one innocent monster who wouldn’t hurt a fly."Stop talking." I sat down on the edge of the bed, close enough that he couldn't avoid looking at me. "You're going to listen for once instead of filling the air with lies."I reached out and pressed my fingers against the bloody bandage on his thigh. His scream echoed off the hotel room walls."That," I said calmly, "was for the humiliation you put me through. For leaving me standing in that church in front of over fifty people, wondering what I'd done wrong."He was gasping, tears streaming down his face. "Valerie, please… I am dying"I pressed the wound again, harder this time, and he nearly passed out from the pain."An

Chapter 73: Parting Ways*Valerie's POV*“It’s such a shame you didn’t know,” Vivian said, the pity in her voice a blade. “Your father is FX, practically the most dangerous Ndrangheta boss in the world.”The words hit like a physical blow. For a second I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even form the resistance that sprang up in me like a reflex. “What are you talking about, Vivian?” I croaked, the denial already building like muscle memory. I tried to push the label aside before it could settle. My mind fumbled over the soft laugh, the careful hands, the invitations to dinners. The father who taught me how to slice a lemon perfectly, who held me when nightmares attacked - how could that man be what she’d just named?Vivian’s look was almost gentle, the sort of pity people give when they’re watching someone step off a cliff. “Most daughters of crime bosses grow up understanding the family business,” she said. “But Francesco kept you completely in the dark.”“It’s not true,” I whispered, the

Chapter 75: In the Depths*Tony's POV*The basement of the Newton estate was a study in contradictions with ancient stone walls that spoke of centuries past, but modern lighting and ventilation that suggested recent renovations. The chair they'd bound me to was heavy oak, solid enough that struggling against it only resulted in rope burn and wasted energy.Francesco Newton stood before me, no longer the cultured diplomat that Valerie had introduced me to as her father. This was FX in his element - cold, calculating, and completely in control. His men flanked him like shadows, professional in their silence and positioning.All I cared about right now was Valerie. Where the hell is she?The question burned through me more fiercely than the electric shocks had, cutting through the haze of pain and fear to the one truth that mattered. Three days ago, I'd walked out of this house to protect her from the violence that seemed to follow me everywhere. Now I was back, strapped to a chair in he

Chapter 77I ran all the way to the taxi stand and it was chaos with tourists arguing over fares, business travelers checking phones, the usual controlled pandemonium of Roman public transportation.The air was thick with exhaust fumes and the cacophony of multiple languages. I pushed through the crowd, looking for a cab that could get me away from the station quickly."Che schifo, these prices are robbery!" a British woman was saying loudly to her companion, waving a piece of paper in the air. "Forty euros to the Vatican? We could walk there faster!""Welcome to Rome, love," her friend replied with resigned humor. "Everything's highway robbery here."I dodged around them, scanning the line of yellow and white taxis for an available driver. Most were already occupied or in deep negotiation with prospective passengers."Taxi!" I called to a driver who was loading luggage for an elderly couple, his weathered face creased with concentration as he tried to fit three oversized suitcases in

Chapter 79: Shame and Recognition*Newton's POV*The way Valeria had stepped back from my touch cut deeper than any physical wound I'd ever received. In forty years of criminal leadership, I'd faced betrayal, assassination attempts, and the constant threat of imprisonment or death. But nothing had prepared me for the look of disgust in my daughter's eyes when she realized who I really was.How was I going to earn back her respect and forgiveness? How could I explain decades of lies when she could barely stand to be in the same room with me?But her question about Tony's whereabouts hit me like ice water. She wanted to see him…expected to see him alive and relatively unharmed. She had no idea what condition he was in after hours of professional interrogation."Where is Tony?" she asked again, and I could hear the growing suspicion in her voice at my hesitation.The truth was, Tony was in bad shape. My men had been thorough in their questioning, using methods that left marks, that broke