Lahat ng Kabanata ng When The Mafia Queen Fights Back: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I’d just told my husband we were through. I saw the way he looked at my best friend tonight. He went ballistic.Marco’s hands froze in mid-air. The lust on his face evaporated. In its place was pure shock. Rage. Like I’d just spat on him."Isabella, what kind of sick joke is this?"He sat up straight, his brow furrowed, his eyes burning with outrage."I'm apologizing here. I'm trying to make things right. And you want to divorce me over a jacket? End the alliance between our families?"I didn’t say a word. Just watched him perform, my eyes like ice.My silence was gasoline on his fire.His voice got louder, with a little whine in it."Since we started dating, when have I ever not done exactly what you wanted? Five years of marriage, and I haven't just been your husband. I've been a fucking lapdog for you and the entire Vettori family!"He jabbed a finger at his own chest, moving closer to me."How many times did I screw over my own family to protect your interests? I put your family b

The laughter in my headphones continued."But for real, Marco," another voice—Matteo, he ran smuggling operations—chimed in. "Thank God for Sofia. If you were counting on that selfish bitch Isabella, the Rossi family line would be dead.""She's not selfish, she's 'noble'," Marco's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "She thinks this life is too bloody. Doesn't want to bring a child into this 'world of sin.' Ha. Just a little saint spoiled by her old man.""Exactly," Sofia added, her voice full of cheap superiority. "What kind of a woman denies the man she loves a child? An heir to carry on his name? She's purely selfish."I leaned against the cold wall. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two.Selfish?I closed my eyes. The nightmare flashed in my mind.I was ten. I saw my cousin—he was only three—kidnapped in a family war. They sent his head back to the estate in a box. With his favorite teddy bear, soaked in blood. That image is burned into my mind.I swore I would never let my ch

The silence in the church lasted for two seconds. Then, a harsh, mocking laughter erupted.Maria laughed the loudest.She looked at me like I was a joke, even wiping a fake tear from her eye."War? Isabella, darling, with what army?" she sneered, jabbing a finger at me. "Stop humiliating yourself. You think this is your father's world? Without him, you're just a useless ornament, good for nothing but spending money!"Sofia covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, her eyes full of pity. "Bella, I know you're in shock, that you're not thinking straight. But playing dress-up as a mob boss? It's childish, Bella. You wouldn't even kill a chicken, and you're talking about war?"Marco let out a breath he'd been holding. The arrogance was back on his face.He straightened his collar, looking at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum."Isabella, I'll admit, the connections your father left were useful. But I'm the one in charge now. I'm the one doing business with the other families. That li

The air froze.Marco’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Sofia."What did she just say?"Marco's voice was dangerously low, like thunder before a storm.He advanced on Sofia, his hands shaking—the spasms of pure rage."Sofia, you tell me. Whose baby is it?!"Sofia panicked. She backed away, clutching her stomach, her lips trembling too much to form words. "Don't listen to her... Marco, she's trying to tear us apart... This is your baby, it's our—"SMACK!A hard, loud slap cut her off.Sofia cried out and fell to the floor, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth."Still lying!" Marco roared. He lunged like a madman, grabbing a fistful of her perfect hair and yanking her head back. "Isabella never bluffs! If this baby was mine, she would never use it against me! Tell me! Who the hell have you been screwing? That pig Matteo? Antonio's slobbering nephew?""Let me go! You're hurting me!" Sofia sobbed and struggled, her perfect makeup now a smeared, pathetic mess. "You coward! Now that you'r

"You're insane," I said, and hung up. I wanted nothing more to do with him.Three days later, he showed up at my art gallery. He was wearing a filthy white shirt, his hair a mess, his eyes vacant.He was holding a knife. He stared at me through the glass as I spoke with a curator.A security guard moved toward him, but he let out a piercing scream."Bella! Look! My heart is pure! I'll cut it out and show you!"Amid the screams of onlookers, he plunged the knife into his own left shoulder.Blood gushed out, staining his filthy shirt red.He stumbled through the door, leaving a trail of blood on the expensive marble floor with every step."It doesn't hurt... Bella, for you, I'm not afraid of anything..." He had a twisted smile on his face, like a madman presenting a prize. "I already killed that bitch. Now I'm punishing myself... Will you forgive me? Can we start over...?"The curator was hiding behind a sculpture.I just stood there."Marco," I said, my voice calm. "You're bleeding on m