All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

[Elena's POV]Noah pulled back. His deep blue eyes locked onto mine. "You choose," he stated, his voice carrying no room for argument. "Pick the color. Pick the cut. Whatever you actually want to wear. It is your choice, Elena. Not the kind I usually have prepared."The tension in my shoulders melted completely. It was a simple sentence, but for a man who used to control every breath I took, it was a massive, profound surrender. He was giving me my autonomy."Thank you," I whispered."Don't thank me for respecting you." He brushed his thumb across my lower lip.Thinking about the upcoming event brought a cold, heavy knot to my stomach. I rested my palms flat against his chest."I gave my mother Marco's letter three days ago," I said quietly.Noah’s thumb stilled on my lip. "And?""She didn't open it in front of me. Every time we video-called this week, she acted completely normal. She didn't mention Marco. She didn't mention the envelope." I swallowed hard, a creeping sense of dread c

[Elena's POV]A collective gasp rippled through the surrounding guests.The woman in the emerald silk stared at my left hand. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. She grabbed her companion's arm, her voice trembling."The black diamond," she breathed. "The Matriarch's seal. She wears the ring of the Velgrave Donna."The whispers mutated into a panicked frenzy. The pearls-draped woman, desperate to assert her own fading status, lifted her chin and glared at me."La violenza è vietata ai banchetti di Marco," the woman sneered in rapid, haughty Italian. "Comportamento da strada. Non sei degna di essere la Donna." (Violence is forbidden at Marco's banquets. Street behavior. You are not worthy to be the Donna.)I didn't look at Noah for permission. I squared my shoulders and locked eyes with the arrogant aristocrat."Sono la Donna che Noah ha scelto," I fired back, my Italian flawless, crisp, and dripping with authority. "E in questa famiglia, ho il diritto di ripulire la spazzatura."

[Noah's POV]Blood dripped from the Kevlar of my tactical vest.I kicked the corpse of a cartel lieutenant out of my path and marched toward the grand foyer.The night air choked with the thick, scent of gunpowder, burning rubber, and ruptured gas lines. We had pushed the surviving Mexicans back into the tree line, but the comms still chattered with the chaotic aftermath of the breach.I stepped through the shattered remains of my front doors.I expected a bloodbath inside. Instead, I found a graveyard of cartel sicarios, flawlessly executed.And in the center of the carnage stood Elena.A dozen men in bespoke suits flanked her. A silver-haired aristocratic man was bowing deeply, his fedora pressed to his chest, addressing her with unwavering reverence. The Viti family. The legendary Sicilian vanguard.Any other Don would feel the immediate, bristling threat of a foreign syndicate trespassing on his territory. Any other man would see a challenge to his crown.I only felt a consuming s