Semua Bab Married to the Mafia: A Wife's Deadly Reckoning: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Are you just going to stand there? Call an ambulance!" Lorenzo approached, his face turning ashen as he looked at Angelina on the floor.Henson shoved Edmund aside when he tried to step forward, then stared expressionlessly at the woman curled on the ground. Her acting was still flawless, because sweat rolled down her forehead, her breathing was ragged, and she looked like she might pass out at any second.However, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes."Call an ambulance," he said calmly, hesitating slightly since the child in her belly was really his.Edmund quickly dialed emergency services while Lorenzo watched the scene unfold with a cryptic look in his eyes.About 20 minutes later, ambulance sirens pierced the night. Henson carried Angelina, her body trembling in his arms.The woman who once stirred his heart was now nothing more than a problem to be handled."Henson..." she whispered weakly, "our child...""Shut up. We'll talk at the hospital," he said coyly.In th

Henson returned to the main estate to confront Lorenzo, desperately seeking answers."Papa, you knew all along, didn't you?"Moonlight shone through the window, casting long shadows between them.Lorenzo sat on the couch, watching his son's gloomy face."Knew what?" asked Lorenzo calmly, genuinely puzzled by what Henson was trying to say."Leo!" Henson nearly shouted, his voice echoing through the vast living room. "You knew Leo was my son! Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just watch me being manipulated by that woman?"A trace of resignation flashed through Lorenzo's eyes as he looked at his son, who was drowning in pain and despair.He replied coldly, "I never expected my son to be so stupid. Why should I be responsible for your stupidity?""Stupid? You were the one who told me to marry Aurelia! You arranged everything! Since I was eighteen, you've been telling me to marry her, to form an alliance with the Astor family!" Henson's voice trembled.Lorenzo walked to the wind

"Give me that!" Angelina saw the investigation report on the desk and instantly understood everything. Her face turned pale as paper, her eyes filled with panic. She lunged toward the desk, desperately trying to snatch the report. "You can't look at that!"However, Henson simply stared at her coldly, making no move. Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, restraining Angelina.She struggled frantically. "Let me go! Henson, let me explain!"Henson's voice was terrifyingly calm. "Explain what? How you forged the DNA report, or how you bribed those doctors?"Angelina stopped struggling. She looked into Henson's icy gaze and realized everything was over."My stomach hurts..." She suddenly clutched her abdomen, bending over in pain. "Our child..."Henson quietly looked at her, not an ember of warmth in his eyes.Angelina immediately ran toward the door, attempting to escape. However, the apathetic Henson merely watched her retreat.Minutes passed, and Angelina realized her las

"You're right." Henson's voice was eerily calm, like the deadly silence before a storm. He slowly turned, looking down at Angelina, that twisted smile still on his face. He approached her step by step, adding, "I am the one to blame, so I'm going to make things right."A flash of madness flickered in his eyes. "Aurelia was so kind, so gentle. If I truly repent, she'll forgive me. Won't she?"He seemed to be asking Angelina, but also himself."She'll forgive me." He repeated it, his voice growing more certain. "I'll eliminate everyone who ever hurt her, then get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness."He crouched down and gently wiped the blood from Angelina's face with his finger. The gesture was tender, yet absolutely chilling.His voice suddenly turned ice-cold. "As for you... You, your worthless brother, Antonio, and your greedy family will learn what happens when you cross the Costello family."Angelina's face went deathly pale. She shook her head frantically, her voice t

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows onto the white marble floor of the Moretti family estate's outdoor chapel, where flowers bloomed in abundance. White roses, lilies, and baby's breath decorated every corner, filling the air with their delicate fragrance.I stood before the priest in an ivory silk wedding gown, holding a bouquet of white roses. This dress had been custom-made for me by Vincenzo himself, with every pearl carefully selected and the lace patterns on the train exquisitely crafted.Vincenzo wore a black tailcoat, his deep blue eyes focused intently on me as if I were the only person in the world. His hand was warm and strong, giving me a sense of security I had never felt before.Sofia sat in the front row wearing a pink dress, holding a flower basket with a radiant smile on her face. She had completely accepted Vincenzo and had even started calling him 'Daddy.'"Aurelia Astor, do you take Vincenzo Moretti to be your husband, for richer or poorer, in