Todos los capítulos de The Mafia King and His Bride: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

* Miranda *The moment when Lorenzo's phone went silent, I felt the tension still clinging to the air inside the car. Salvatore. Even his name felt heavy.Lorenzo had barely placed the phone down when mine began to vibrate inside my handbag. My breath caught.I didn't need to check the screen to know who it was.Still, I did because I have to answer. Salvatore. The name flashed on the screen.For a second, I couldn't move. Lorenzo's jaw tightened when he saw the name flashing on my phone."He is calling you too?" he asked, voice low.I nodded. There was no softness in Lorenzo's eyes now. Only calculation. "Answer it," he said quietly. "Put it on speaker."I hesitated only for a bit. Salvatore had always spoken to me in a tone that was almost gentle, but never warm. There was something about him that made politeness feel like strategy.I answered."Yes?" My voice came out steadier than I felt."Miranda."His voice was smooth. Controlled and familiar. Very different from the sharp edge

* Lorenzo *Our convoy, which I lead left the town just before dawn.Behind us, the abandoned Brussels compound faded into the gray mist of morning. There were no flames. No bodies left behind. Just silence and a message left hanging in the air for whoever was brave enough to listen.The De Luca family had come and we will come back to check on the enemies again.Armand remained quiet during the drive back. He had understood my decision the moment I walked out of that house without giving the order to burn it. But he did not question me. I know he would choose peace rather than chaos.The city appeared slowly on the horizon as the sun climbed higher. When we finally reached the mansion gates, exhaustion sat heavily in my bones. But the moment I stepped out of the vehicle, my mind was already somewhere else.Inside the house where Miranda is resting. With the baby on her belly.The next few days passed in careful silence. Reports came in from our contacts. The Brussels had fled far bey

* Lorenzo *The study had always been my father's territory and his favorite part of the house. The place is soundproof and whenever we discuss matters discreetly we are always here.Even when he was away, the room still carried the weight of his authority. Dark wood shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with old ledgers, rare books, and carefully organized documents that only a few of us were allowed to touch. The heavy curtains were half drawn, allowing just enough afternoon light to spill across the large desk at the center.My father stood beside it, one hand resting on the polished surface as he listened.Marcial leaned back slightly in one of the leather chairs, one ankle crossed over his knee. He looked relaxed, but I knew better than to mistake that posture for comfort. My brother missed nothing.I stood across from them, finishing the last part of my report."The southern routes are stable again," I said evenly. "The Brussels family abandoned the last two ware

* Lorenzo *The knock that followed was calm. Unhurried.Not the quick, uncertain tap of one of the servants.Whoever stood outside that door knew exactly where they were, and why.Miranda's eyes met mine, wide but controlled. I could see the tension running through her body even though she tried to keep her posture composed.My mind moved quickly. Father was already gone.The cars had left. Which meant only a few people in this house would walk these halls with that kind of confidence.And only one of them would knock on her door like that. My brother, Marcial. My jaw tightened slightly.Either he forgot something before leaving. Or he never left at all.A second knock followed. "Miranda?"His voice carried through the door. He sounded calm and polite. But unmistakably him. Miranda's fingers gripped the edge of the bed for a moment before she forced herself to relax. I could almost see the calculations forming in her mind.If Marcial entered and saw me standing this close to her be

* Lorenzo *The night after Marcial left the room did not bring peace and sleep to me. Even when Miranda finally rested beside me, exhaustion pulling her under after the storm of emotions she had endured, my mind refused to quiet. I remained awake long after the mansion had gone still, staring into the darkness of the ceiling while Marcial's calm voice replayed again and again in my head.He warned me. If I have to be thoroughly careful, I shouldn't sleep beside her tonight. But I refuse to let her sleep alone.Marcial's actions are not usual, he never warned anyone. That alone meant he had already decided something.The next morning the mansion felt different. It was quiet. Word had already spread among the staff that Marcial would be leaving for Brazil that afternoon to oversee some of the family's operations there. Normally the household would be relieved by his absence. Marcial was respected, but his presence always carried an invisible pressure to everyone.For me, the tension wa