บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s heir’s bride : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Far away, under the ruins of an ancient temple in another realm.... Alessia's fingers brushed across cold stone.The chamber she stood in was silent, untouched by time. Dust floated like ghostly snowflakes in the shafts of blue light streaming through cracks in the wall. Her lantern flickered, throwing trembling shadows on the runes carved into the walls.And there it was."The Great Black Book".It rested upon a pedestal of bone-white marble, its cover carved with intertwining serpents and a single crimson gem pulsing faintly in the center. The air around it shimmered with a strange energy, making the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end.Her heart thudded painfully. "So this is it," she whispered. "The book Donato Morano and Princess Elowen have been searching for…"She stepped closer, unable to tear her gaze away.The moment her fingertips brushed the book's edge, ancient letters began to shimmer on the pedestal, curling into existence in burning gold ink.Her breath caught as th

The courtyard lights shuddered as if the mansion itself recoiled from the old man's presence.Galiver stood unmoving, framed by fog and moonlight, the black envelope gleaming in his hand like a weapon.Alessia's pulse hammered in her ears. The man smelled of soil and smoke — as if he had crawled from his own grave to deliver this message.Luca stepped forward, his expression unreadable, his aura tightening into something dangerous. The guards raised their guns, waiting for a single nod.He gave none."Lower your weapons," Luca ordered, his voice calm, but it cut through the air like a blade."But sir.... " Fredo his personal body guard tried to speak"I said lower them." Luca said in a commanding tone. The guards obeyed. The night seemed to hold its breath.Galiver's lips curved faintly. "Still commanding death with a whisper, I see. You haven't changed, Don Luca."Luca's jaw tensed. "And you shouldn't be standing here, Galiver. You died eleven years ago. I buried you myself."The ol

Alessia in fragments — the sterile sting of disinfectant, the soft hum of machines, the rhythmic beeping that reminded her she was still alive.Her lashes fluttered open to a blur of white ceiling lights and faint shadows moving beyond the curtain. Pain throbbed low in her abdomen, dull but insistent. When she tried to move, a hand gently pressed her shoulder down."Easy, ma'am.please don't move yet."A nurse — young, calm, her voice like warm water checked the monitors and scribbled something on a clipboard.Alessia blinked, disoriented. "Where… am I?""San Lucio General," the nurse replied softly. "You were brought in last night, by an older lady we recognized as one of the morano maids . You lost some blood, but you and the babies are stable now.""oh my babies…" Alessia's hand instinctively moved her hands around her stomach. Beneath the thin hospital sheet, she felt the round, firm swell that had grown heavier with each passing month. The warmth of life pulsed beneath her palm,

The voice sliced through the morning calm like a blade through silk."It's not yet time to welcome you home, my dear." The voice said again. Alessia froze. The mist curled around her ankles, cool and damp, but it was the chill in her blood that rooted her in place. She knew that voice. Smooth but yet very commanding and wrapped in elegance, sharp enough to wound.Madam Lauretta Alessandro Morano stepped out from the veil of olive trees like a ghost materialized from memory. Her coat was black, her gloves pristine, her silver hair pinned with surgical precision. The matriarch of the Morano family—Luca's mother, the Council's whisperer—looked every inch the queen of old sins."Mother," Luca said, his voice taut. It wasn't surprise that colored it, but something harder—resentment, guilt, and restraint fighting for dominance."Madam lauretta," Alessia whispered. Her hand instinctively found Luca's. The woman's gaze flicked to their joined fingers, lingering there like a scalpel befo

The chamber of silence was not a room.It was a void dressed in stone.The guards led Alessia down a corridor lined with sconces that burned blue instead of gold, their flames soundless, devouring even the faint whisper of their own existence. Each step she took echoed for a breath, then died—as though the walls themselves swallowed all trace of noise.The deeper they went, the colder the air became.When the final iron door opened, the world ceased to breathe.The chamber stretched vast and circular, its floor a mosaic of shifting black glass that reflected nothing—no shadow, no form, only the faint glint of distant light. Twelve pillars ringed the room, each engraved with runes that pulsed faintly like heartbeats. And in the center stood a single stone pedestal, carved with the Morano serpent biting its tail."This is where you will remain," one guard said, his voice oddly muffled—as though the air rejected sound itself. "Until the Rite is complete.""What must I do?" Alessia ask