บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s heir’s bride : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The air between Luca and Seraphina was taut, A silent string pulled so tight that the faintest word might snap it.Luca's eyes narrowed, assessing her with the calm danger of a predator deciding whether to pounce."What," he said slowly, voice like ice cracking, "are you doing here? And how, exactly, did you get in?"Seraphina's lips curved in smile not into warmth, but something sharper, almost feline."I came in peace," she replied, her voice low and smooth, but with an undertone of challenge.Luca didn't move, but the way his gaze flicked to Fredo his new loyal personal guard spoke volumes.Fredo stood a few feet behind Seraphina, his stance protective yet unreadable.Seraphina's perfectly manicured finger lifted, pointing toward Bianca like an accusation carved in stone."Ask her," she said simply. "She's the one who betrayed me. We had a deal. I kept my end. She… did not."Luca's jaw flexed. "What deal?"Seraphina's gaze never wavered from Bianca's paling face. "Ask your darling

As the Morning light streamed the more through the tall glass windows of Morano Enterprises, casting sharp gold lines across the polished marble floor. Luca stepped out, suit perfectly tailored, his every step radiating quiet authority.Outside his office, Jackson and his mother waited, their postures tight with hope and worry.He stopped when he saw them."Sir luca, you're here," Jackson's mother said, rising to greet him. "you said we should go....""I won't be going anymore," Luca interrupted gently, a polite smile curving his lips.They exchanged surprised glances. "Why? Is something wrong?" Jackson mother asked. He shook his head, his tone calm but final. "I have my reasons. But here...." He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a sleek black business card, the Morano crest embossed in gold. "If you ever need anything.. money, help, anything at all, call me. Please, call me well." His gaze was steady, his words deliberate. "Don't hesitate."Jackson's mother took the card

The anger in Alessia's chest burned hotter than fire, searing through her lungs until it clawed its way out of her lips."How did you find us here?" she demanded, her voice breaking in both fury and grief. Her trembling finger pointed toward the fallen creature, her new little magpie, lying still on the grass, feathers dark with blood.Her throat tightened, tears spilling fast, blurring Luca's face until all she could see was a shadow of the man she once trusted. "And why did you kill it? Why, Luca? That bird was mine. I hate you... "Her sobs cracked like glass, raw and jagged, her hands shaking violently as if her very soul had been ripped apart.To her, in that moment, Luca Morano was no longer the man she loved in secret, the man who could undo her with a single look. He was the devil himself, the feared ruler of shadows, the man whispered about with dread in every corner of the mafia world.Luca didn't flinch. His eyes, cold and unreadable, locked on hers with that unnerving int

The rage of Luca Morano was enough to set an entire city trembling. His voice, laced with lethal command, echoed through the mansion halls and spilled into the streets as his orders traveled like wildfire."Rage the whole city. Burn the sky red if you must". "Let the rain fall as fire, let blood spill if it has to. Find Alessia, and finding my woman is a must ".... His men stood rigid, fear and loyalty locking their spines straight. Luca's jaw clenched, his expression as hard as stone. The man who rarely showed weakness now radiated desperation, and that desperation was dangerous.He turned sharply to Fredo, his right-hand man, eyes blazing, after fredo suggested they should alert the police. "Not the police. This is family business. The mafia will handle it. Whoever's behind this will pay, shamefully and publicly."Fredo nodded, already dialing numbers, already setting the wheels of war in motion.Within an hour, the city was in chaos. Luca had announced a reward so tempting it

Alessia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes flicking between the two figures who stood beside her hospital bed. Seraphina's gaze burned with authority, a strange mixture of sisterly warmth and venomous secrecy. Lorenzo, quiet and brooding, lingered behind her like a shadow. A man with a face so familiar yet wrapped in a fog Alessia couldn't pierce.Her voice came out broken, trembling. "Who… who are you?"Seraphina stepped forward, her smile soft yet calculated. "I am Seraphina. Your elder sister. Blood of your blood. And Lorenzo…" she turned with a theatrical sweep of her hand, "is the man who stood by you when the world betrayed you. He is your lover, the one who has always protected you."Alessia's lips parted, confusion swirling. Her temples throbbed as if nails were being driven inside. "Lover?" she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. "But… my heart feels..... " She stopped, unsure. A hollow ache clawed at her chest, as though a name she couldn't recall lived there,