All Chapters of The Mafia’s heir’s bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The cold wind of Virenkai swirled around Donato's unconscious body like a snake curling for a final strike. Enzo stood tall, staring down at him. Unmoving, bleeding, and powerless. A slow, sinister smile formed on Enzo's lips as he knelt beside Donato. His fingers reached out and brushed the blood-streaked shirt, then carefully slid the black book from under his chest. "Who's the master now?" Enzo said. He rose, flipping the book once in his hand, fingers tracing the forbidden emblem on the cover like it was a trophy. "Who's the most wanted now, huh?" His voice cracked with cruel excitement. "I'll be the legend they never saw coming, but sorry I had to betray you but you know what they said... We need to do every possible best to get it.... " Enzo laughed wickedly. "Let me take my leave now, I hope one one saw me", .. He said to himself and checked around to be sure no body witnessed what he just did. With a quick glance around the forest shadows, Enzo made a sharp U-turn, di

Bianca's hands trembled as she held the documents close to her chest, her breath coming out in shallow gasps of wicked glee. She had done it. She had actually done it. Her eyes scanned the golden-brown edges of the leather file, embossed with the Morano family crest, so authentic and untouched. Every seal still intact. She threw her head back and laughed, a soft, disbelieving sound laced with triumph. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice trembling with dark delight. "They were just… there. Right there." She sank onto her velvet chaise, her manicured fingers fumbling with the clasp. The file opened with a small snap. Her eyes was in the word, land certificates, offshore accounts, properties registered under Luca's name… Even Morano legacy titles. These were not just documents. They were Luca's empire, signed and sealed. And now, they were in her possession. A slow, malicious smile curled on her lips. She forgot about the implications of been caught as she we

The wind stirred through the tall trees, brushing gently against Jackson's cheek as he stood outside the tent. Shadows danced below the moonlight, but the air held something else.... Something colder. "Jackson," his mother called again, and had gone to meet him with her arms folded. Her tone was already weary. "It's getting late. Come inside." Jackson didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head to the side with a half-smile. "Mum… you didn't greet my new friend." She blinked her eyes. "Your what?" "My friend. He's right here." Jackson said. Her eyes followed the line of his outstretched hand and met nothing. Just empty air. The pale outline of the forest was a breeze. Her mouth pressed into a thin line. "Jackson, don't start this. There's no one there. Get inside.... Right now." Jackson turned toward the invisible presence beside him. "Sorry, I have to go. But if you stick around… we can talk later, in the evening." He turned on his heels and disappeared into the canvas tent

Few hours later they arrive on the location Enzo gave to them and they gave him his price. He checked it.... And it was complete then they ask for the book to seal up with deal. Immediately Enzo reach out for his Bag, He couldn't find the Black book..... It's as if the book disappeared... You are wasting our time we don't have all day, you have gotten your price why keeping us waiting they asked him... When it was obvious he couldn't get the book. They pointed gun to his face... Pulled the trigger and the metallic tang of blood clung to the river air as Enzo's limp body sank into the black water, his life snuffed out with four merciless shots. The ripples closed over him, swallowing every trace..... except for the echo of his last panicked breaths.****On the jet, the Atlans' leader sat stone-faced, his jaw rigid. "He thought he could cheat us," he said to his second-in-command. "No one cheats the Atlans." The engines roared as they cut through the clouds, leaving the river

Enzo body, is as limp as a discarded rag doll, drifted against the bank. The sight of his pale face and open eyes clouded with death made her step back, her pulse thrumming so hard it echoed in her ears."Elara" she called for her lady-in-waiting, her voice sharp enough to pierce the fog. But the one who came running was not Elara... It was Captain Rathos, her father's personal guard, his steel-plated boots thudding against the stone path."Your Highness?" Rathos froze when his gaze followed hers. In a single motion, he removed his cloak, wading into the shallow stream. He lifted Enzo with the care one might give a wounded soldier, though there was no life left to preserve."Take him to the east infirmary.... Now." Her tone was steady, but her fingers trembled as they clenched the folds of her gown.*****The infirmary's nurse, an older woman with a face lined like weathered parchment, examined the body. She pressed fingers to Enzo's throat, his chest, his wrist. Each time shak