Semua Bab The Mafia King and His Bride: Bab 91 - Bab 100

* Lorenzo *Even at late hour, the halls of the mansion were lit just enough to remind me that nothing here was ever truly dark, nothing hidden, nothing unobserved. My footsteps echoed against polished marble as I walked out of my father's study wing, sleeves rolled, collar loosened, a stack of documents still in my hand.Work. Endless, suffocating work. Shipments rerouted. Accounts cleaned. Problems buried before they could become threats. I had spent the entire night fixing things that were never broken until he decided they were.And still. It wasn't enough."Signor Lorenzo."I didn't stop walking. "What.""Signor Salvatore is asking for you."I let out a quiet breath through my nose, then turned. Slowly. The guard stepped aside immediately. I walked back the way I came.Each step heavier now, not from exhaustion, but from the growing pressure tightening in my chest. Miranda's voice still lingered in my mind. The way she said she would "get used to that place."No. She wouldn't. Th

* Lorenzo *There were places even my father didn't think to look. That was the only advantage I had left. I stood in the dim corridor beneath one of the older properties, one of the first acquisitions Salvatore ever made when he was still building his empire instead of ruling it. Back then, he believed in discretion. In escape routes or contingency plans.Now he believed in control, which meant he had forgotten. My hand slid along the cold concrete wall as I moved deeper, the faint echo of my footsteps swallowed by the narrow passage. The air smelled untouched, dust, metal, no guards or cameras. I had spent the last two weeks pretending obedience. Sitting across from him. Listening, and Signing what he put in front of me. Playing the son he wanted. All while mapping everything he thought I wasn't. Every movement tracked. Every routine memorized. Every weak point noted.And this. This was the only one that mattered. I reached the end of the passage and stopped in front of a steel doo

* Lorenzo *By the time she walked out of my office, nothing about my life resembled what it had been a few hours ago. Now everything was exactly where I needed it to be. I reached for my phone without hesitation."Armand." He picked up on the second ring. "You saw her."He knew me too well."She came to me," I replied, my voice steady. "Which means we're out of time."A brief silence on the other end. Then, sharper now, "Then we move tonight.""No," I said immediately. "Tomorrow. As planned.""You're certain?" Armand asked. "Salvatore's men are tightening rotations. If they notice even a flicker.""They won't," I cut in. "Because they're still watching the wrong door."That was the advantage that My father trusted. And Miranda had just broken all of it. I moved toward the desk, pulling open the concealed drawer beneath it. Inside, a secured tablet lit up at my touch, revealing the layout I had memorized weeks ago, every corridor, every blind spot, every failure point in the system."

* Miranda *The next morning didn't feel real. As I woke before the light fully settled into the room, my body already tense, conditioned, waiting for footsteps outside the door, for the quiet shift of guards changing rotations, for the subtle reminder that I wasn't alone even when I was supposed to be.But nothing came for me—just stillness of the sorroundings. I stayed in bed longer than I expected.Not out of laziness. Out of caution. Because peace, I had learned, was often just a pause before something worse would come.Eventually, I moved. Slowly and carefully. Like the silence might break if I wasn't gentle with it. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I stepped out of the room, my senses stretching outward, searching for something out of place.There wasn't anything. There is no voices. No tension humming beneath the walls. Just the faint scent of coffee drifting from somewhere deeper inside and I followed it. Because some habits don't disappear overnight.He was already awake

* Lorenzo *I just stood there longer than I should have. Only watching her. Miranda sat near the window, the soft light falling across her in a way that made everything feel, almost ordinary. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach, absentminded, instinctive—our child. For a moment, I let myself pretend Marcial had never been here. That nothing had change in the place I thought safe. But I didn't build my life on illusions.And I wouldn't start now. I crossed the room slowly. Controlled steps. The same way I approached every decision that could cost lives. Her eyes lifted to mine immediately. She always felt it, when something in me changed."What is it Lorenzo," she asked quietly. There is no fear in her beautiful eyes. Just awareness. I stopped in front of her."There's something you need to know." The words sat heavy in my mouth. Not because I didn't want to tell her. Because once I did, this place, this fragile peace, would be over.Her hand tightened slightly over her sto