All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The new Cali abode, a sprawling mansion nestled in the heart of Palermo, was alive with activity as Mama was brought home. The grand foyer, with its soaring ceilings and marble floors, echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps and the low hum of voices. Jeremy’s security team moved with precision, clearing a path as Bala wheeled Mama inside, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. Elena followed close behind, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her unease growing with every passing moment. Mama had been through a lot. Her frail form barely stirred under the thick blanket draped over her lap, and though her eyes were open, they were clouded with exhaustion. Her silver hair, once always neatly styled, was now unkempt, wisps of it falling over her forehead. The past few days had taken a toll on her, and the weight of whatever had happened—whatever she knew—seemed to press on her like an invisible burden. Mama’s room had been transformed into a makeshift hospital suite. The larg

Elena had been careful—painfully, meticulously careful. For weeks now, she had been sneaking out of the Cali estate early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, before the household stirred awake. She would tell the guards to stop at a particular spot, a quiet corner of Palermo where the streets were still empty and the shops were just beginning to open. From there, she would walk the rest of the way, her head down and her scarf pulled tightly around her face. She couldn’t risk being recognized, couldn’t risk anyone connecting her to Jeremy Cali. Not now. Not with this secret. She had chosen the clinic carefully, too. It wasn’t Palermo General, where Jeremy’s influence was everywhere, where a single glance from a nurse or doctor could unravel everything. Instead, she had found a small, private clinic tucked away in a nondescript building. The doctor, a woman in her early seventies with kind eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, had been recommended by a friend of a friend. She

Monroe sat in the dimly lit war room of his safe house, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. His team was gathered around the table, their faces illuminated by the glow of multiple computer screens. Maps, blueprints, and surveillance photos were spread out in front of them, each one a piece of the puzzle they were trying to solve.“Jeremiah Cali,” Monroe said, his voice low but commanding. “He’s the key. If we can get to him, we can get to Jeremy. And if we can get to Jeremy, we can bring down the entire Cali empire.”His team nodded, their expressions grim but determined. They had been chasing the Calis for years, their efforts thwarted at every turn by Jeremy’s cunning and Jeremiah’s ruthlessness. But now, with Jeremy stepping down from the presidential race and the empire seemingly in disarray, they had a chance—a slim one, but a chance nonetheless.“We know Jeremiah’s patterns,” Monroe continued, pointing to a map of Palermo. “He’s arrogant, reckless. He think

Bala sat in a dimly lit café on the outskirts of Palermo, her laptop open in front of her. The faint hum of conversation filled the air, mingling with the soft clinking of cups against saucers. Outside, the city pulsed with life, but inside, Bala was laser-focused, her mind consumed by the list of names on her screen. Each name represented a potential witness, a former staff member of the Cali estate, people who might have seen or suffered under Jeremiah’s predatory reign. She took a sip of her now-cold espresso, scrolling through her notes. Some of these individuals had left abruptly, their departures clouded in mystery. Others had been dismissed under strange circumstances, their records conveniently wiped clean. It was no coincidence. Jeremiah had been covering his tracks for years, ensuring that no one would dare speak out against him. Determined, Bala had started reaching out. Some former employees were too scared to talk, their voices trembling with fear when she asked about

Elena sat in the quiet solitude of her bedroom, her hands resting on her stomach as she stared out the window. The mansion was silent, the tension from the past few days still hanging heavy in the air. She hadn’t spoken to Jeremy since the incident with Bala, hadn’t even looked at him. But her anger was beginning to waver, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt.How could she be mad at Jeremy for kissing his old lover when she had been living a lie for years? She wasn’t Elena Cali. She was Serena Cee’s twin sister, a woman who had assumed her sister’s identity in a desperate bid for revenge. The Mafia had driven Serena to suicide, and Elena had vowed to make them pay. But somewhere along the way, her mission had changed. She had fallen in love with Jeremy, with the life they had built together. And now, she didn’t know who she was anymore.She thought about the ultrasound, about the twins growing inside her. They were a part of Jeremy, a part of the life she had created with him. But th