บททั้งหมดของ FRAMED FOR MURDER WHILE PREGNANT: NOW I'M THE MAFIA'S WIFE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Von POV"Papa! Elena took my toy!""Did not! It's mine!""Girls," I called from the kitchen where I was attempting to make pancakes. "Share or I'm confiscating both toys.""That's not fair!" Sophia protested."Life isn't fair. Ask your mother." I flipped pancakes, checked on Michael who was doing homework at the table. "How's algebra?""Terrible. I hate math.""You're eight. How is there algebra at eight?""Advanced placement. Mom insisted.""Of course she did." I plated pancakes, called up the stairs. "Marissa! Breakfast!""Coming! I'm just finishing Elena's pigtails!"This was our life now. Chaos, noise, constant negotiations between three children who'd all inherited their parents' stubborn personalities. Sophia was three, Elena just turned three, Michael eight and too smart for his own good.Marissa appeared with Elena, who had perfect pigtails and a huge smile. "Papa! Look! I have pretty hair!""Very pretty, princess." I kissed her head, handed her pancakes. "But you still need

Marissa POV Von was lying.I'd been married to a con artist for five years I knew what lying looked like. The careful word choices, the too steady eye contact, the slight tension in his shoulders.Von was keeping something from me. Something he thought I couldn't handle.And I was going to find out what.The next morning, while Von took Michael to kindergarten and the babies napped, I called Catherine."I need you to investigate something," I said without preamble. "Quietly. Without Von knowing.""That's an interesting request from someone who promised her husband no more secrets.""He's keeping secrets from me. I'm just evening the playing field." I paused. "Gerald Winters. Richard's former attorney. What's he doing since his release?""How do you know about Gerald Winters?""So there is something to know." I sat down heavily. "Catherine, what's happening? What isn't Von telling me?"She sighed. "Gerald Winters posted bail two weeks ago. Since then, he's hired a PI to follow you, vi

Marissa POV The dossier on Victoria Mason arrived at dawn, delivered by one of Marcus's operatives in a sealed envelope marked EYES ONLY.I'd been awake since 4 AM Elena's feeding time and hadn't gone back to sleep. Something about being in a safe house with armed guards outside made sleep feel like a luxury we couldn't afford. So I sat on the deck watching the ocean turn from black to grey to pale blue, nursing Elena while my mind spun through possibilities and threats and worst case scenarios.Von found me there when he woke, took one look at my face, and knew I hadn't slept."You need rest," he said, settling beside me with coffee. "Real rest, not just stolen minutes between feedings.""I'll rest when Victoria Mason is dead." I shifted Elena to my other breast. "Is that the dossier?"He hesitated, then handed it over. "It's comprehensive. And disturbing. Marcus's people are very thorough."I read while Elena nursed, each page worse than the last.Victoria Mason wasn't just Christ

Marissa POV The Next Morning I woke to Von's side of the bed empty and cold. The clock read 6:47 AM. Through the window, grey dawn light filtered through coastal fog, making the beach house feel like it existed in some liminal space between dream and reality.A space where we planned to murder eleven people tonight.The thought should have horrified me. Two years ago hell, two months ago it would have. But now, pulling on a robe and padding quietly toward the kitchen so I wouldn't wake the babies, all I felt was a cold, clinical determination.They'd threatened my children. They'd coordinated with Victoria Mason, a woman who trafficked human beings like merchandise. They'd worked with Becca, who'd orchestrated the destruction of my entire life.Eleven people who'd chosen to align themselves with monsters.Tonight, they'd die for that choice.I found Von and Marcus in the dining room, the table covered with photographs, dossiers, and what looked like tactical maps. They didn't hear

Marissa POV Three Days Later The news called it "Los Angeles's Darkest Week."Eleven deaths across the city, seemingly unconnected except for their timing. The media loved a mystery, and this was a good one wealthy businessman, attorney, cop, journalist, all dead within hours of each other. Conspiracy theories exploded across social media. Government assassinations. Corporate cover ups. Serial killer targeting professionals.No one suspected the truth.That a mother protecting her children had ordered them all dead.I sat in the beach house's living room, feeding Sophia while watching the morning news dissect each death. The reporters were getting closer to connecting the victims Patricia Chen had worked with Gerald Winters, who'd been Richard Hale's attorney. James Whitmore had worked for Richard directly. The connections were there for anyone smart enough to look.But Marcus had been thorough. Each death had plausible deniability. Natural causes. Accidents. Random violence. The kin