The Mafia’s heir’s bride 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

The Morano estate slept beneath a false calm.From the highest balcony of the west wing, Luca watched the dawn crawl like spilled fire over the horizon, its pale light spilling through the fog that hung low over the courtyard.He hadn't moved in hours.Below, the guards shifted in silence, their boots sinking into gravel that once echoed proudly through these halls. Even the birds dared not sing. The Rite of Silence had that effect—it stretched its shadow beyond the chamber, bleeding into every corner of the estate until sound itself became an unwelcome trespass.He could almost feel it—the pulse of that chamber deep beneath the manor, where stone met soul and secrets met judgment.Where she was.His woman —Alessia.Luca's fingers tightened around the railing. The metal bit into his palms, grounding him, anchoring him to something tangible. It had been hours since they'd taken her below, since Lauretta's - his mother's cold words still echoed in his mind: "If she is truly one of us,

The rain kept its rhythm against the car windows steady, relentless, almost like the world exhaling after holding its breath for too long.Luca's hand was still warm around Alessia's as they sped down the misted road, headlights slicing through the dark.Her phone rang for the second time. She ignored it. The sound felt almost sacrilegious after what they had survived. But when the screen lit up, her breath hitched."SERAPHINA".... Her pulse stuttered. She hadn't heard that name in months—not since she went to get her stolen items in Seraphina's empire and she iced them, using the power of the full moon. "Answer it," Luca said quietly, eyes still on the road.Alessia hesitated. "What if it's a trap?"Luca's jaw tightened. "Then it's one we will see coming."She swiped the screen. "Seraphina?"For a moment, there was only static. Then—her voice, soft and hoarse, laced with something Alessia had never heard from her before: fear. "Hello Alessia… I didn't know who else to call."Ales

The rain hadn't stopped.It drummed against the windshield of the black Morano car like impatient fingers. Steam curled off the hood as Luca slammed the door shut, his jaw tight, his eyes searching Alessia's pale reflection in the window.She hadn't spoken since the chapel collapsed.Her hand was still wrapped in gauze, but beneath it, the faint red shimmer refused to fade."Talk to me, Alessia," he said finally. "What the hell did you do back there?"She didn't turn. The cliffs outside were swallowed by fog, waves smashing against the rocks below like a heartbeat gone mad. "I ended it," she whispered."Ended it?" Luca's voice hardened. "Seraphina's dead, that thing's buried, and yet your veins are glowing like the Codex branded you."Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Maybe it did."He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his rain-soaked hair. "You should've let me destroy it.""And killed her?" Alessia snapped, turning on him. "You would've watched her die and called it

The silence in the room was too perfect—like a held breath before something breaks.The locket trembled in her hand, its open hinge whispering against her skin. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the photo.The woman's eyes, though frozen in monochrome, carried something raw—something intimate, like a secret that refused to die.And that child.The boy's small fingers were curled around a silver cross, identical to Luca's—the same one that gleamed now whenever moonlight touched his throat.Her chest constricted.No, It couldn't be.She wanted to believe it was some relic from the old Morano vaults, some ancestral keepsake but the photograph looked too modern. The woman's dress, the faint outline of a phone camera reflection—it couldn't be older than a decade.Alessia's fingers trembled.Her husband had many secrets. That was part of loving Luca Morano—the danger, the mystery, the exquisite ache of knowing she would never truly possess every part of him. But this—this felt like b

The sea roared beneath the cliffs, dark and endless, as if whispering secrets only the dead could understand.Seriona rose before them—an ancient city carved from salt and memory. Its towers leaned toward the sky like prayer-worn fingers, and the air hummed faintly, alive with a tension Alessia couldn't name.The car rolled to a slow stop at the foot of a stone archway, its iron gate etched with runes so old they pulsed faintly under the headlights. Luca stepped out first, his expression unreadable, the wind tugging at his dark coat as if testing his resolve.Alessia followed, the silk of her dress whispering against the gravel. The city's scent—amber, salt, and something metallic beneath—filled her lungs. She felt it before she saw it: the pull. The strange thrum beneath her skin, the same rhythm as the locket's heartbeat from her dream."This place…" she murmured. "It feels—alive."Luca's hand brushed her back, firm but gentle. "Seriona remembers everyone who walks through its g