All Chapters of Enemies At The Altar : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Three days passed.The Romano mansion slowly returned to its routine.Meetings resumed.Guards rotated their shifts.Business continued.But Mark had changed.Every morning, he checked every entrance himself.Every afternoon, he reviewed security reports.Every evening, he walked the perimeter of the estate.Twice.Sometimes three times.Mia watched him from the balcony."You've already inspected that gate."Mark didn't look up."I'm inspecting it again.""It didn't move.""It could have."She smiled."Gates don't usually run away."He finally looked at her."In our world...""They might."At breakfast, Luca reached for the last croissant.Before his hand touched the plate, Mark stopped him.Luca blinked."What?""That's hers."He pointed toward Mia's empty seat.Luca stared at the pastry."You've started guarding bread?""It's her favorite."Luca slowly withdrew his hand."I'm beginning to think kidnapping changed you."Mark calmly took the croissant and placed it beside Mia's plate.

The call ended.The man in the black sedan started the engine and quietly drove away.From the shadows of the trees farther down the road, another vehicle remained hidden.Its occupants never took their eyes off Isabella.The evening air was cool as Isabella walked away from the Romano mansion.She carried only a small leather suitcase.No bodyguards.No family.No destination that anyone else knew.For the first time in years...She was completely alone.She stopped once and looked back.The mansion stood proudly behind its iron gates.Warm lights glowed through the windows.A place she had dreamed of calling home.A dream that had never belonged to her.She smiled sadly."Goodbye."Then she turned and continued walking.Inside the mansion, Mia stood beside Mark on the balcony.Neither of them spoke for several minutes.Finally, Mia broke the silence."Will she be okay?"Mark watched the empty road."I hope so.""You still care about her."He nodded once."I care about what happens t

The station fell silent.Only the distant wail of the ambulance broke the stillness.Mark remained kneeling beside Isabella's body long after the paramedics had stopped trying to save her.Mia rested a trembling hand on his shoulder."We should go."Mark looked at Isabella one last time."She deserved better."Rain began to fall on the morning of the funeral.Not a storm.Just a quiet, steady rain that blurred the marble headstones of the Romano family cemetery.Black umbrellas lined the narrow stone path.Every captain of the Romano family was present.Even families that had once been Isabella's allies came to pay their respects.For one day...No one carried weapons openly.No one spoke of revenge.A simple white coffin rested beneath a canopy of dark roses.There was no gold.No symbols of power.Only a small bouquet of white lilies resting on top.Mia had chosen them herself.Valentina stood beside her."She would've hated everyone crying over her."Mia smiled faintly."Probably."

The chapel doors closed.The conspiracy had already begun.Inside the Romano mansion, however, another battle was coming to an end.The house was unusually quiet that evening.Most of the captains had already left after celebrating Mark's appointment as successor.Only the soft ticking of the grandfather clock echoed through the empty halls.Mia stood alone in the garden, trimming the wilted roses Isabella had once admired.The air smelled of rain and fresh earth.She welcomed the silence.Lately, silence had become a rare luxury."Mia."She turned.Don Romano stood a few steps away, leaning on his silver cane.For the first time since she could remember, he wasn't dressed like a Don.No tailored suit.No expensive watch.Just a simple gray sweater beneath a dark coat.He looked... older.Not weaker.Just tired."I'd like to talk."Mia nodded.They walked slowly through the garden until they reached an old stone bench beneath a large oak tree.It was the same tree where, years ago, he

The bells of the old cathedral rang slowly across the city.Each solemn chime carried the news farther than any newspaper ever could.Don Romano was dead.For decades, his name had inspired fear, respect, and loyalty in equal measure.Now, his coffin rested at the centre of the cathedral, draped in the Romano family colours.White lilies surrounded it.The same flowers that had covered Isabella's grave only days before.It seemed grief had found a permanent place in the Romano family.Hundreds of mourners filled the pews.Captains.Soldiers.Business partners.Old allies.Even rival families had sent representatives.In the mafia world, death demanded respect.Even among enemies.Mark stood at the front, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.His expression was calm.Too calm.Those who knew him best could see the exhaustion hidden behind his eyes.On his right stood Mia.She wore a simple black dress, the silver butterfly bracelet on her wrist and the promise ring on her finger.