บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s heir’s bride : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Luca's gaze didn't leave Enzo's as he spoke with low, firm authority. "Alright. I'm coming."Enzo nodded once and stepped back, silently slipping out of the room like a ghost.The door clicked shut, and Luca exhaled slowly. He turned—and saw it.The flicker in Alessia's eyes.Not just fear.Jealousy.He crossed the room in two steps, cupping her face with both hands. "Look at me, my queen."Alessia blinked up at him, lips parting, her heartbeat loud in her chest."I will handle it," he said gently. "You have nothing to fear. You hold my name, my loyalty, my heart. Trust me."A single tear slid down her cheek. He kissed it away."I trust you," she whispered.He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good girl."A gentle caress down her cheek. One final glance. Then he turned and walked away, composed and commanding.By the time he reached the discussion chamber, Luca was all steel.Two bodyguards flanked him immediately, their movements sharp and protective. He nodded once, and they ste

The gates of the Morano estate creaked open under Lauretta's silent command. She stood tall beside her son, flanked by guards with raised rifles and watchful eyes. The late-afternoon sun gleamed against her dark attire, making her presence as formidable as the name she carried. Seraphina stepped forward from one of her cars, her red heels tapping against the stone like war drums. Her snow-white coat billowed slightly in the breeze, and her lips curled into a smirk the moment her eyes met Luca's. "I thought you were dead," Luca said quietly, voice caught between disbelief and steel. Seraphina's brows arched, amused. "Oh, little nephew. Still so serious." Her gaze shifted. "And my dear Lauretta… you've aged gracefully. I see the family's chaos hasn't dulled your tongue." Lauretta's stare was sharp enough to slice glass. "Seraphina Alessandro," she said icily. "We buried you." "What you buried," Seraphina replied with a sly smile, "was an empty coffin. My last wish—no one was to ope

The sound of the gun short and the message still lingered in Alessia's mind like smoke—cryptic, cold, and completely unexpected. She quickly hugged Luca. Finding protections in his arms. He embraced her in return, making her feel she's safe with him. "You are here with me, nothing will happen to us". He words were so reassuring. "Did you received my message?" he asked, voice low, his tie already loosened, that deadly gleam in his eyes returning. "I did…" she said, hesitating. "But… I also got another. One I didn't expect. It said I shouldn't come. That I should turn back." Luca's eyes narrowed. "My scared woman…" you should trust me more over those snakes trying to scare you. He murmured, stepping toward her. "I got a call too. A warning. But baby, that voice doesn't hold power over me. I need action, not whispers. And I know the same snakes behind those messages pulled the trigger this night." He lifted her up like a bride, carrying her in his arms back to the room. He st

Alessia stared at Daisy as though she were seeing a ghost."No," she breathed. "Enzo? You can't mean... ""I do," Daisy replied calmly. "He's not who you think he is."A cold wave swept over Alessia. Her hands trembled. "He's always beside Luca. Always… watching. How did I not see it?"Daisy gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Because he's a master of masks. But Alessia…" Daisy's voice dropped into a whisper. "Now it's time for Secret Number Two."A chill crept down Alessia's spine. The room felt darker suddenly, as though the shadows were listening.Daisy opened a velvet-lined box and pulled out a charred USB stick. "This one was almost lost," she whispered. "The data is corrupted. But a few clips remained. One of them—was your mother-in-law."Alessia's lips parted. "Mrs. Lauretta Morano?"Daisy nodded. "It was taken in total darkness. She didn't know anyone was recording… Her voice was low, but clear."She tapped the play button on her tablet.A raspy whisper filled the room, lay

The forest had grown darker. Thicker. Donato tightened his grip on the leather strap of his satchel, his breaths uneven as he trudged past gnarled roots and trees that twisted like they were alive. The strange map his dying father had given him pulsed faintly under his jacket, almost as if it sensed the change in atmosphere. And then—he heard it. A cry. Not human. It was a screech, piercing and ancient, echoing through the branches like a war drum. Donato spun around. There it was. A massive bird Midnight-black feathers tipped in gold—descended from the sky with a predatory grace. Its eyes glowed like molten coins. Before Donato could react, the bird swooped down, claws snatching the map clean from his grip. "No—no!" he shouted, stumbling after it. "Bring it back!" The bird flew low, luring him deeper into the unknown. Donato chased it blindly, pushing through thorny underbrush, his heart racing. His instincts screamed for him to stop, to turn back—but the map was everything.