บททั้งหมดของ FRAMED FOR MURDER WHILE PREGNANT: NOW I'M THE MAFIA'S WIFE: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Von POV Marcus came for us at 4 AM, before the prison fully woke.No fanfare. No press. Just quiet paperwork, signatures from officials who'd suddenly "discovered" irregularities in our arrest, and the metallic click of handcuffs being removed for the final time."Your charges are being dropped pending further investigation," the warden said, not meeting our eyes. He knew. Everyone knew this was bought and paid for, but no one would say it aloud. "You're free to go."Free. The word felt foreign on my tongue.They processed us separately. I emerged first into the pre dawn darkness, where Marcus waited beside a black SUV with tinted windows. He didn't embrace me that wasn't our way. But his hand gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise."Welcome back, figlio.""I was gone four days.""Four days too long." He opened the door. "The men are waiting. When you're ready to reclaim what's yours ""Not yet." I watched the prison entrance. "I need to see this through first.""The woman?""Both

Von POVMarcus found me on the terrace at midnight, staring at city lights scattered across the valley below."She's remarkable," he said without preamble."She's traumatized.""Both can be true." He lit a cigar, offered me one. I declined. "Catherine says Marissa asked about accelerating the timeline. She wants to move against Richard immediately.""She's pregnant and recovering from attempted murder. She needs rest, not warfare.""She needs revenge. Same as you." Marcus exhaled smoke. "The question is whether you're prepared for what that means. Reclaiming your father's empire. Becoming what he was.""I'm not my father.""No. You're potentially more dangerous because you understand both worlds legitimate and criminal. You know how to build businesses, manipulate markets, play the long game. Combined with your father's resources..." He smiled. "You could be unstoppable.""Or I could be exactly what I've spent my life avoiding.""Perhaps. But the world has forced your hand. You can't

Von POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity."Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble.I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy."I proposed a strategic alliance. Marriage is the legal structure that best serves both our interests.""That's romantic," she said dryly."Romance isn't the goal. Survival is. Revenge is." I gestured to the reports. "Your uncle has been stealing from you for years. Small amounts at first, carefully hidden. After your father died, the theft accelerated. He's been planning this for at least a decade, probably longer."She moved closer, scanned the documents. I watc

Von POV Marcus found the photographer in seventeen minutes.Not impressive by my father's standards Antonio would have had the man bleeding out within ten but sufficient for current purposes. The guards dragged him into the estate's basement, a soundproofed room my father had designed specifically for conversations that required privacy.The man was young, mid twenties, trying desperately to maintain composure while zip tied to a metal chair. Professional camera equipment sat on the table beside him expensive gear, the kind real photographers used."Name," I said."David Chen. Freelance photographer. I was just doing a job, man. I didn't know ""Who hired you?""I don't know! It was all anonymous. Deposit in my account, instructions sent via encrypted email. I was supposed to photograph your wedding, send the images to a specific number, then forget it ever happened." His words tumbled out fast, desperate. "I'm just trying to make rent, okay? I didn't know this was... whatever this i

Marissa POV "Marissa, wait " Richard held up his good hand, blood seeping through his shirt. "I'm family! Your own blood! You can't ""You stopped being family when you murdered my father. When you tried to kill my baby." My finger tightened on the trigger. "Goodbye, Uncle Richard."The door crashed open.Police flooded in, weapons drawn, voices shouting. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS! HANDS UP! NOW!"Everything froze. Von and I stood with guns raised, Richard bleeding on the floor, Marcus's team scattered throughout the house. Perfect tableau of a crime in progress."Marissa Hale, Von Castellano, you're under arrest for attempted murder, breaking and entering, and assault with a deadly weapon."The lead detective stepped forward, and I recognized him. Detective Morrison, from my original interrogation. The one who'd shown me evidence of Chris's "death."He smiled cold, satisfied. "Did you really think we wouldn't be watching you? That breaking out of our custody would be consequence free?""We