All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We all gathered around the long dining table for lunch.Even Steffano’s staff joined us, and I couldn’t help feeling a little shy every time they complimented my cooking. Still… it made me happy knowing they genuinely liked it.Now I finally understood why Steffano’s family was so heavily guarded.At first, I thought it was just because of his wealth—but now, I knew it was because of the organization he was running.Everything he told me about The Dominion still hadn’t fully sunk in… but deep down, I had already accepted whatever kind of life he lived—no matter how dangerous it might be.Because Steffano wasn’t like the men in movies.He was still… a good man.I could see it in the way he was with his children.Just like my own father, he had done everything he could to provide for them.Lucian’s loud storytelling dominated the table, making everyone laugh. I glanced at Steffano and noticed how quiet he had been ever since his conversation earlier.Is something wrong?Our eyes met, an

“You look so beautiful, Rebecca,” Alexa whispered, admiration clear in her voice.We were finally alone in the room after the glam team finished and left.“Thank you, Alexa. You look amazing too,” I said, turning from the mirror to face her. “Seriously… you’re stunning.”“Of course I am,” she grinned. “Even if I’m not the bride, I still have to look good. Otherwise, that idiot Lucian will have something to say again.”I laughed softly. “Is that the only reason… or do you actually want to look good for him?” I teased.She pouted. “Wow, even you’re joining in now?”I laughed again. “You two look good together. Do you really not like him, Alexa?”She fell quiet.Then she smiled—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“It wouldn’t work,” she said softly.“Huh?”“I mean… who would even like someone that childish? Only blind women fall for him,” she added, shrugging it off.“Lucian’s handsome though.”She raised a brow. “More handsome than Steffano?”I didn’t answer.Instead, I busied myself ad

“Mommy… is Stephie going to be okay?”I gently brushed Savvy’s hair back and adjusted the blanket around him. His eyelids were heavy, but sleep still wouldn’t take him.“They’re doing everything they can to save your sister,” I whispered softly. “She’s going to be okay…”She has to be.“Go to sleep, Savvy.”“I-I’m scared,” he murmured, his eyes finally closing.I kissed his forehead and lightly patted his chest. “Don’t be. Mommy’s right here.”A few minutes later, his breathing evened out.He was asleep.I stayed a little longer, making sure he was truly resting before quietly slipping out of the hospital room where we were staying while Stephie was still in surgery.The moment I stepped outside, Mon and the others straightened.“There’s an extra bed inside,” I told them gently. “You should get some rest.”“We’re fine, ma’am,” one of them replied. “Are you going to see Boss?”I nodded. “Yes. Please keep a close eye on Savvy.”“We can escort you—”“It’s okay,” I cut in softly. “The ope

STEFFANO“Are you really going to take the law into your own hands?”Rebecca’s question kept echoing in my head as the elevator descended.Revenge never ends, Ama Juancho once told me. It’s an endless fight. If you can, choose to close your eyes and let time punish those who wronged you. Because sometimes, in chasing revenge… you become just like them.That was his advice the day I told him I wanted to avenge my parents—the people who were dragged to their graves because of others.He didn’t agree.But he didn’t stop me either.I didn’t agree with him back then… but I respected him. So I focused on everything he taught me instead.Even after he died, I held myself back.I didn’t pursue revenge.Not for my parents.Not for my lost sister.They say when you seek revenge, you dig two graves…One for your enemy.And one for yourself.“Boss,” one of my men reported through the phone, “he’s not talking. He said even if he does… he’ll still end up dead.”My fist clenched, the bones cracking

“She’s already responsive. Since she can breathe on her own now, we’ve removed the ventilator,” the doctor who performed Stephie’s surgery explained. “She’s been asking for you—especially her mom. If her condition continues to improve, we can transfer her out of the ICU in a day or two.”I tightened my grip on Steffano’s hand at the news.“And by the way,” the doctor added gently, “I heard about what happened before her last attack. I’m sorry. But please make sure not to say anything that might trigger strong emotions. Her condition is still delicate—her body is still adjusting to the new heart.”“Yes, doctor. Thank you again,” I said sincerely.“You can see her now. I’ll leave you to it. Just call if you need anything.”As soon as the doctor left, Steffano and I entered the ICU hand in hand.A nurse who had been monitoring Stephie stood up and quietly excused herself.Stephie’s eyes were closed at first… but after a few seconds, they slowly opened.“M…Mommy?”I could read her lips.S