All Chapters of The Dons Forbidden Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

192 Chapters

Chapter 122: Shared Blood

Serena / Martina POVThe steel pressed into my palm, and for half a second I felt nothing, then I cut.A sharp sting split across my skin, clean and deliberate. I didn’t flinch, I didn’t look away from Victor. I let the blood gather and fall. A single drop struck the silver crest.The chamber held its breath, for one suspended heartbeat, the liquid sat there, dark and ordinary.Then it reacted, a faint hiss sounded beneath the surface, and the drop ignited into color. Red spread from the center outward, threading through the engraved vines of the silver crest. It moved quickly, filling every curve and line until the entire plate glowed a deep, luminous crimson.The sound that left the Council was not quite a cheer and not quite fear, It was recognition.“She is the blood,” Vane said hoarsely.“She is the heir.”I kept my hand steady on the table despite the sting. The cut continued to bleed lightly, but I barely felt it now.I looked at Victor, I expected anger or Panic.Instead, he

Chapter 123: The Cost of Mercy

Serena / Martina POV“Blood doesn’t grant you the right to hold this Council’s wealth hostage!” Victor’s voice cut through the chamber again, sharp and controlled, and the fragile order I had forced into place shattered completely.Oh God I hate this man!!Men rose from their seats in opposition. The scrape of chairs across marble echoed under the chandeliers. Victor slammed his palm against the mahogany table, and the silver crest rattled beneath the impact, the twin crimson stains still visible in its engraved vines.“This is no longer about lineage,” he continued, turning deliberately so he could address every corner of the room. “You proved your blood, Fine!!! But blood does not give you the authority to freeze billions in operational capital without consensus.”Vane stood immediately. “Restore the accounts. Now.”Several others followed.“Our shipments are stalled.”“Funds are inaccessible.”“This is financial suffocation.”Victor gestured toward me. “She has weaponized the trea

Chapter 124: The Man in the Cell

Dante’s POVThey took my jacket, my weapons, and my pride… but they couldn’t take the ache.The cell beneath the estate was older than the Council chamber above it. Damp stone walls sweated with moisture, thin streams trickling down into shallow cracks in the floor. The air smelled of rust, mold, and something metallic that never fully faded.They stripped me of everything before throwing me in here. My holster, My watch and even the signet ring I had worn since I first claimed command. Rank meant nothing behind iron bars.I sat on the narrow bench bolted to the wall, elbows resting on my knees, staring into the dark corridor beyond the cell.My wrists were raw where the restraints had bitten into them. My shoulders ached from the way the guards had dragged me down the stairs. Exhaustion pressed against my skull, but sleep wasn’t an option.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the screen in the Council chamber.A younger version of me standing in Fernandez’s library with a gun in my ha

Chapter 125: The Plea at the Top of the Stairs

Serena/ Martina’s POV“Martina…”I had just reached the top of the dungeon stairs when I heard my name.The cold from below still clung to my skin. The air upstairs felt warmer, but it didn’t reach my bones. I expected to see guards stationed along the corridor Or Victor waiting in the shadows, ready to twist whatever weakness he sensed in me.Instead, a figure stepped out from behind one of the stone pillars near the archway.Camila!!!For a second, I barely recognized her. Her usually flawless appearance had collapsed into something painfully human. Her designer blouse was wrinkled, as if she had slept in it. Her hair was loose and unbrushed, dark circles hollowed the skin beneath her eyes.She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. She didn’t hesitate, she rushed toward me and grabbed my arms with trembling hands.“Serena…”Her voice broke on my name.This wasn’t the Council chamber. There were no elders, no ledgers, no polished tables. Just stone walls and flickering torches and th

Chapter 126: Sisters of the Same Fire

Serena / Martina’s POVThe corridor eventually opened into the grand gallery. I dismissed the guards with a single look and stepped inside alone.The room was silent except for the faint hum of the estate’s ventilation and the soft crackle from the fireplace at the far end. Portraits of black ancestors lined the walls from floor to ceiling…men and women frozen in oil and gold frames, watching with judgment carved into their painted eyes.My father’s portrait hung at the center. Fernandez Black… I stepped closer and traced the edge of the frame with my fingers.“This is what you left me,” I murmured under my breath. “A throne soaked in blood.”“It’s a heavy crown for such a small head, isn’t it?”The voice cut through the silence cleanly.I didn’t turn immediately, I knew that voice. The click of heels against marble confirmed it.Isabella!!!She stepped into view from the far archway, dressed in crimson silk that clung to her like a declaration. Against the white marble floor and pale

Chapter 127

Serena’s/ Martina’s POV The weight of the ledger felt like the only solid thing in a world of shifting shadows. I ducked into a quiet corridor, my fingers flying across the keypad of the burner phone. The line clicked open on the first ring."Martina ," the voice rasped. "The Council is in an uproar. Your move worked, but the sharks are circling.""I don't care about the money right now," I whispered, my eyes darting toward the heavy doors of the gallery. "My mother isn't safe here. Victor and Isabella are plotting to use her as leverage. I need a ghost location… somewhere outside the Council's reach. Now.""I have a safe house in the old vineyard district," the contact replied instantly. "It’s a fortress disguised as a ruin. I’m sending the coordinates to this device. Move fast, Martina. The shadows have eyes."I pocketed the phone and rushed to my mother’s chambers. When I pushed the door open, I found her sitting by the window, looking out at a garden that was no longer hers. She

Chapter 128: The Storm Turns Back

Serena’s / Martina’s POV“Victor won’t stop.” The words left my mouth before I realized I had spoken them aloud.The safe house was silent except for the low hum of the generator buried somewhere beneath the stone floors. Thick walls surrounded us, old limestone that had once belonged to a monastery before being converted into one my fathers hidden properties. Outside, vineyard hills rolled into the distance, quiet and deceptively peaceful. It looked like exile.Matteo stood by the narrow window carved into the stone, rifle angled toward the gravel driveway below. He hadn’t relaxed since we arrived. His shoulders were rigid, eyes scanning every movement beyond the iron gate. He trusted no one. Not even the wind.My mother sat on the worn leather sofa across the room. Her hands were clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were pale. She was alive, that fact still stunned me. The ambush should have ended differently. Victor had intended it to.I paced back and forth across the

Chapter 129: The Devil in the Cell

Dante’s POV“Martina?”My voice scrapes against my throat before it reaches the open air. It sounds weak, unfamiliar, like it belongs to someone who has already accepted his fate. I hate that this place has begun to change even the sound of me.The cell is damp enough that the stone sweats. Water runs in thin lines down the walls and pools near the drain in the corner. The cold has settled into my bones, slow and patient, and no matter how many times I roll my shoulders or flex my hands, I can’t force the stiffness out. My knuckles are split from the first night, when I tested the bars and the door.The footsteps echo in the corridor.Every time I hear them, my heart skips. The guards rotate every few hours. I know the rhythm of their boots now… the heavy drag of the older one, the sharper strike of the younger.I push myself off the wall and straighten, even though the motion pulls at the bruise along my ribs. I won’t be found sitting, I won’t be found broken.The iron door groans as

Chapter 130: Two Ghosts and a Devil

Dante’s POV The first explosion shakes dust from the ceiling. For half a second, I think it’s the execution squad preparing something theatrical. Then the second blast tears through the estate above the dungeon, violent enough to rattle the bars of my cell and knock loose fragments of stone that rain down onto the floor around me. Smoke begins to crawl down the stairwell in thick gray ribbons. I’m on my feet before I consciously decide to move. Another blast detonates closer this time, and the iron door at the top of the stairs screeches as something heavy slams into it. The hinges give way with a tortured metallic snap. The door crashes inward, bouncing once on the stone before settling crookedly against the wall. Then Gunfire erupts. The corridor fills with smoke and dust, turning the torchlight into a hazy orange blur. I step forward, gripping the bars, my pulse hammering so hard it drowns out everything else. A silhouette appears at the top of the stairs. She moves th

Chapter 131: The Council in Chaos

Victor’s POV “He’s… they’re gone.” The words leave my mouth the moment I step into the dungeon. The air is thick with cordite and damp stone, the Smoke still clings to the ceiling. My shoes grind against broken concrete and twisted metal as I move forward without haste. The heavy cell door hangs open, bent at the hinges, an ugly reminder that someone dared to breach my house. Marco is slumped against the far wall, pale, blood soaking through his sleeve and pooling beneath him. “She shot me,” he rasps when he sees me. “Martina. She didn’t even hesitate. She shot me and took him.” I glance at the wound, then at the empty cell. Dante is gone, the bars that held him now stand useless, framing nothing but darkness. “And you let them walk out?” I ask calmly. His jaw tightens. “There was nothing to let. She came prepared. She chose him over everything.” I do not kneel beside Marco. I do not call for help. Instead, I walk slowly across the room, taking in the blast marks on the

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