All Chapters of The Mafia’s heir’s bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The bathroom door slammed against the wall as Luca rushed out, droplets of water still clinging to his damp skin. His chest heaved as though he had run a mile, his hair tousled and dripping. He didn't care... The moment he had heard her scream, instinct had propelled him forward.He wrapped his arms tightly around Alessia from behind, pulling her into the fortress of his body. His voice was raw with urgency."What is it? Why did you scream?"Alessia trembled against him, her heartbeat wild, uneven. She didn't know how to say it, how to tear open the truth that had been clawing at her soul since Virenkai. She had rehearsed the words in silence, in whispers to the dark.. but now that his warmth enveloped her, fear nearly silenced her."I…" Her voice cracked. "I wanted to tell you this during our midnight conversation, but.... ""Spill," Luca urged, his hands gripping her waist firmly, his breath hot against her ear. "Spill, my queen. If it's good, I will celebrate you. If it's bad,

Alessia stood frozen as her gaze collided with Luca's. She hadn't heard his car horn, hadn't heard the gates open, she heard nothing. He just appeared like a shadow, silently slipping into the bedroom, his broad shoulders filling the doorway.Her heart skipped, tangled in both shock and guilt. She swallowed hard, forcing a tremor-laced smile."Hi… y-you came home early. I didn't even hear your car horn," she stammered, her hands fluttering midair as though caught red-handed stealing something invisible.Her eyes darted instinctively toward the wardrobe. The very wardrobe she had just rummaged through. The very wardrobe hiding the diary she wasn't supposed to see."Oh… erm..... " Her throat felt dry. "The wardrobe, I was just… cleaning. You see, my towel... "But she realized too late her hand was empty. No towels.. Only nerves.She bent swiftly, scooping up the white fabric she had dropped earlier, brushing it against his leg with trembling fingers."So as I was saying.... "Luca

Seraphina's apartment breathed danger even in its silence. The polished floors reflected the cold gleam of chandeliers, and every corner seemed to hold a shadow that whispered loyalty only to her. She had spared the guards that evening but not without tightening the reins. With a gesture sharp as a blade, she reassigned them deeper into her inner chambers. No one entered, no one left. Only her fingerprint unlocked the steel pass-door to that hidden place, a door that seemed more like the mouth of a secret hell than an exit.Once she was satisfied, the atmosphere stilled again, heavy yet deceptively calm.Romeo's voice broke the silence, low but urgent. "Daisy, we need to find a way out. Staying here is signing our names in blood." His restless eyes darted toward the sealed hallways, as though he feared the walls themselves might listen.Before Daisy could reply, Richard Ricky appeared from behind. His movements were casual, almost mocking, as though this prison of velvet and stee

The gown shimmered like midnight silk as Seraphina stood before the mirror, fastening the last piece of her disguise. Her fingers glided across the artificial skin she had grafted onto herself, the mask so perfect it gave her a new face, a stranger's face. She tilted her head, studying her reflection, her lips curving into a smile both venomous and triumphant."Luca Morano," she whispered to the glass. "My sweet darling brother. So gentle… so blind. You always thought blood bound us, but you forget blood is the very thing that burns the deepest."The laughter that escaped her throat was low and sharp, carrying no joy. She adjusted her gown, smoothing its folds, and whispered again, "I want my share in Father's empire… or perhaps everything."With one last look at her fabricated skin, Seraphina slipped out of the bathroom. She blended into the corridors of the Morano mansion, her arm entwined with that of a young man she had bribed to act as her escort. Together, they passed the

The book's last sentence burned into the room like cold iron: "When the blood moon rises, the debt will be claimed. The daughter will pay the coin."Alessia's breath left her in ragged pulls. The kitchen's pale light seemed to thin around them, as if the walls themselves were listening. Outside, the rain had stopped, the estate exhaled a damp, petrichor hush. For a charged instant, the world narrowed to the two of them and the leather-bound truth between them.She had always known there were layers to Luca's steel wrapped in velvet, threat braided with care but she had never seen him unarmoured by certainty. Her confession, her questions, the raw tremor in her hands as she read the inked verdict of her fate, all landed and met with something new in his eyes-fear, jagged and unexpected.He swallowed it down like a man who had swallowed knives for far longer than she had known him. "Tell me everything," he said, voice low but brittle. The command was the same edge he used on rivals