All Chapters of Heart Of The Mafia : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Adriana's POV.The cold marble floor echoed under my hesitant steps as I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the doctor’s office. My hands trembled, betraying the calm I was trying to hold onto. This wasn’t just a routine visit, this was the moment that could change everything.“Mrs. Moretti?” The voice was soft but firm.I turned to see Dr. Phillips, her expression gentle but professional.“Yes, that’s me,” I said, managing a weak smile.“Come with me,” she said, leading me down the sterile, white corridor. Each step was a countdown, a tick of fate drawing me closer to the truth.I climbed onto the exam table, the cold leather beneath me making my heart beat faster. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the ultrasound machine coming to life.Dr. Phillips pressed the probe gently against my stomach. The cold metal sent a shiver through me, but I stayed still, eyes locked on the machine’s screen.Then, her eyes widened, a crack in her professional mask.“Mrs. Moretti... you’r

Adriana’s POV.The sterile scent of the hospital still clung to me as I stepped out of the car. The doctor’s words echoed in my head “You’re fine. It’s stress. You need rest.” If only rest could fix everything else.I clutched my bag tighter as I stood in front of the mansion, his mansion. Our home, though it didn’t feel like one anymore.The house was as cold as I remembered it. Polished marble floors. Dim chandeliers. Silence that screamed louder than any gunfire I’d ever heard growing up in a mafia household.Vincent sat on the leather couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes met mine hard, unreadable, like the calculating boss he was becoming. Gone was the warmth. Gone was the man who once traced kisses along my collarbone and whispered about forever.“I thought you wouldn’t come back” His voice was low, distant, dangerous."I had to, this is our home," I said but the words didn’t feel right, being here didn’t feel right."Why did you come back, Adriana?"I forced a breath

Vincent's POV.My whole life, Luca has always had the upper hand. It started the moment our father’s mistress showed up at the estate with a dark-haired boy clinging to her side. A bastard, yet somehow… the favored one. From that day, I was no longer the heir in my father’s eyes, just the backup plan.Luca became the golden son, the strategist, the future of the Moretti empire. I became the shadow. And now, he wants my wife too?When Stella came to me with news of their betrayal, it felt like the final blow but pain doesn’t sit long with men like me. It turns to rage and rage demands retribution.I should’ve never pushed Adriana away. I shouldn’t have slept with Stella. She’s carrying my child, our future and I’d be damned if I let Luca steal that from me too.The longer I watched them interact, their stolen glances, the awkward silences, the more unbearable it became. Luca had already taken my father’s trust, my place in the family. He won’t take her.So I planned a gesture. I had he