Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

DeliaThe morning sun came through the heavy velvet curtains of our bedroom, but it didn't bring the peace I was looking for. I lay there for a moment, watching the way the light caught the gold ring on my finger. This ring was supposed to be my ticket to a life where I didn't have to check the locks three times before bed. But today, the mansion felt crowded. There was a ghost in the guest wing, and she had the same eyes as the man beside me.Leandro stirred, his arm tightening around my waist. He looked younger when he was asleep, the hard lines of the "Ice-Man" softened by the pillows. But as soon as his eyes opened, the Don was back."Time to start the clock," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep."Are you sure about this, Leandro?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the silk robe over my shoulders. "Having her at the table... it feels like inviting a storm into our kitchen.""If she’s going to run the family, she needs to learn that the most dangerous conversations happen over

DeliaThat night, the mansion felt colder, even with Leandro lying right beside me. The moon was a silver claw hanging in the sky, and no matter how much I tried to close my eyes, I kept seeing the flicker of sadness in Alexa’s face. “Normal must be nice. I wouldn’t know.” The words played on a loop in my head, like a sad song that wouldn't stop.I shifted under the silk sheets, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts. Beside me, Leandro was a mountain of steady breathing, but he wasn't asleep. He never truly slept when things were in motion."You're thinking so loud I can't even hear the crickets, Cara mia," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in the dark. He rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. "What’s eating at you? Is it the packing? I told you, don't worry about the mess. Everything is being handled. We’ll be on that plane, we’ll get married on the sand, and this whole life will be nothing but a bad dream."I looked up at him, the shadows defining the hard

Leandro"Is that the future you want? A throne made of ice and a heart made of stone? You saw how Delia and I are. We’re leaving this behind. We’re going to be free. You think I could do that if I was alone? You think I’d even want to?""You're the exception, not the rule," she muttered, turning back to the punching bag. She hit it with a sickening *thwack*. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Are we training, or are we having a therapy session? Because if it’s therapy, I’m going back to the study to look at the shipping manifests."I watched her for a moment, her ponytail whipping back and forth as she unleashed a fresh wave of violence on the leather bag. She was lying to herself, and we both knew it. But I also knew that pushing her would only make those walls higher."Fine," I said, picking up a pair of focus mitts. "Let’s work on your footwork. If you’re going to be a Queen, you need to learn how to dance around the blades, not just run into them."****The morning wo

LeandroI watched Delia disappear into the kitchen, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Even after everything we’d been through, she still had that spark that stubborn, beautiful desire to make the world a little softer, even a world as hard and jagged as this one. I shook my head, a half-smile tugging at my lips, and turned toward my study. I had business to close out. If we were leaving in seventy-two hours, I needed the transition to be airtight. I couldn't leave Alexa with a mess that would pull me back from the island.The heavy oak doors of the study groaned as I pushed them open. Matteo was already there, leaning against the edge of my desk. He’d swapped his tactical vest for a simple black t-shirt, but he still looked like he was ready to level a building."She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Boss," Matteo said, his voice dry. "A dinner party? In the middle of a power shift? That’s a new one, even for you.""It’s Delia, Matteo," I grunted, sitting down in the leathe

DeliaLeandro stood up, letting out a long, heavy sigh. He looked exhausted. The lines around his eyes were deeper tonight, carved there by years of holding this city together with nothing but grit and a cold stare. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his chest."I'm beat, Delia," he murmured, resting his chin on my head. "That dinner was more stressful than a sit-down with the Five Families. I think I’m going to pass out the second my head hits the pillow."I leaned back to look at him, smoothing the lapel of his shirt. "You go ahead. I’ll join you in a little bit. I just want to check on her one last time before we turn in."Leandro raised an eyebrow. "You’re going into the lion’s den? She’s probably in there doing push-ups and reciting the family hit list to clear her head.""She’s just confused, Leandro," I said gently. "Go on. Get some sleep. You’ve earned it."He kissed me a slow, lingering kiss. "Don't be too long, Cara mia. The bed fee