All Chapters of The Wedding Jilt: Gangster's Revenge Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 82: Unexpected Rescue*Victor's POV*"Why did you interfere in my marriage?" Hassan's voice was deadly quiet, the kind of calm that preceded extreme violence. He stood near the hotel room's window, silhouetted against the afternoon light streaming through the gauzy curtains, his expensive suit immaculate despite the chaos of the past few hours. "That was a sacred ceremony, a union blessed by tradition and family honor. You turned it into a farce."Rodriguez shifted nervously beside me, his eyes darting between Hassan and his bodyguards who had positioned themselves strategically around the small room. The silence stretched like a taut wire, broken only by the distant sounds of Roman traffic filtering up from the street below.I tried to find words that might defuse the situation, some explanation that would make Hassan see reason. My mind raced through possibilities, should I make an apology, a justification, an appeal to his business sense. "I was trying to..."The slap came

Chapter 84: The Reckoning*Victor's POV*The gunfire erupted around me like thunder in hell, each shot cracking through the hotel room with deafening intensity. I dove behind the overturned table, pressing my body as low as possible against the debris-strewn carpet. Glass shards from the shattered window bit into my palms as I tried to make myself invisible, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might give away my position.Hassan had been standing near the window when it started acting like he was immune to bullets and claiming the shooters are my partners who were here to complicate matters, his expensive suit making him an easy target in the afternoon light. One moment he was there, calm and composed, the next moment, the room exploded in chaos.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of violence erupting around me. Automatic weapons fire mixed with the distinctive crack of handguns, punctuated by shouts in languages I couldn't identify. The smell of cordite fille

Chapter 86: The Ultimatum*Victor's POV*Salvatore stepped over Hassan's body with casual indifference, his expensive shoes tracking blood across the hotel room carpet. Behind him, his men maintained their positions, weapons still drawn, ready to eliminate any remaining threats. The air was thick with gun smoke and the metallic smell of death."Victor," Salvatore said, his voice carrying the calm authority of a man who was used to being obeyed without question. "I left you alive for a reason."I struggled to my feet, every muscle in my body aching from Hassan's beating and the terror of the past few minutes. My legs felt like water, barely able to support my weight, but I forced myself to stand as straight as possible. Showing weakness to a man like Salvatore was suicidal."I appreciate it," I managed to sat while recovering from the tremble that I was going to die."This wasn't a rescue," he confirmed. "This was damage control. Hassan Al-Rashid was becoming a complication, asking too

Chapter 88: The Moment of Truth*Tony's POV*The video was perfect. Crystal clear footage of Salvatore Reyes and Victor Mendoza sitting in Francesco Newton's reception room, asking for "the phone" that Valerie had supposedly stolen in violation of "mafia conduct." Their hesitation, their nervous glances, their obvious lies—all of it captured in high definition from multiple angles."This is it," I whispered to Valerie as I prepared the secure broadcast to the underground networks. "This is the evidence that clears my name and exposes them for what they are."My fingers hovered over the send button of my encrypted communication system. The same network that had been used to spread lies about my involvement in Senator Valdez's assassination would now carry the truth. The irony wasn't lost on me."Are you sure about this?" Valerie asked quietly, her hand finding mine. "Once we send this, there's no going back.""There's already no going back," I replied. "They came here to threaten you,

Chapter 90: The ProposalValerie's POVThe drive to Tony's compound felt different this time. Instead of the nervous anticipation that had accompanied my previous visits, I felt a deep sense of coming home. The gates opened smoothly as my car approached, the guards nodding respectfully as I passed through the checkpoint. The entire estate seemed oddly quiet, almost deserted."Tony?" I called out as I entered the foyer. "Are you here?""I'm here," his voice came from somewhere deeper in the house, warm but carrying an undertone I couldn't identify. "Come to the main reception room.There's a light switch just behind you when you enter. Turn it on."Curious and slightly confused, I made my way down, I felt along the wall behind me until my fingers found the switch Tony had mentioned.The moment I flipped it, the room exploded in color and light.Thousands of fairy lights draped every surface, creating a canopy of stars across the ceiling. Rose petals covered the floor in intricate patte