All Chapters of The Dons Forbidden Wife: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Serena’s / Martina’s POV“Nothing in this room belongs to you.” The words left my mouth quietly, but they seemed to fill the entire penthouse.Isabella looked at me with utter disbelief as I stepped into her room like she was expecting a trophy or something .I stood beside Isabella’s vanity. The surface was covered with expensive bottles, polished jewelry cases, and delicate crystal containers that had probably cost more than most people earned in a year.I reached down and picked up a crystal perfume bottle, the glass was cool in my hand.The scent of roses drifted into the air the moment I removed the cap. It was the same perfume Isabella wore almost every day. The scent that used to linger in every room she walked through.For a moment, I studied the bottle. All of this luxury was what I was deprived of for years and the audacity of Isabella to talk down on me at every opportunity she had . I still despised her for what she and Antonio did.He was dead now and so was Victor , serv

Serena’s/ Martina’s POVBefore the diamonds, before the silk, and before the dignitaries arrived, there was the basement of the Romano estate.I stood beside Dante in the cold, damp shadows. The basement smelled of dust and iron, and the single overhead light did little to cut through the darkness. Stone walls rose on every side, solid, silent, and heavy with history…the kind of history built on secrets, blood, and betrayal.Across the room, Marco sat in the ancient wooden chair, strapped tight. His wrists and ankles dug into the leather restraints, and his bruised face had lost all trace of arrogance. Swollen lips, a black eye, a split cheekbone… he looked like someone I had once feared, reduced to weakness.I glanced at Dante, he looked calm but I could feel the tension underneath it, coiled and ready. I tightened my grip on the hem of my gown, feeling the weight of every choice I had made to get here.Marco raised his head slowly when he heard Dante’s steps. “You came,” he said, vo

Serena / Martina’s POV “Everyone listen!” I called, my voice echoing across the Grand Hall. The murmur of the assembled crowd stuttered, the wave of whispers halting as dozens of eyes snapped toward me. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric. All of the city’s elite…the politicians, the industrial magnates, the surviving crime family leaders had gathered to see the coronation, but I knew many came expecting chaos, scandal, or even humiliation. Instead, they were about to witness truth. “You’ve all seen the video,” I continued, raising a hand to emphasize my words. “The footage Victor Black released , the one that made everyone believe Dante Romano killed my father. You believed it and you condemned him, You turned your backs on him and imprisoned him but it was a lie. Every frame, every flash of the gun, was staged by Victor.” A ripple of astonishment moved through the hall. Gasps, half-muffled murmurs, nervous shuffles…Some faces went pale whilst Others exchanged

Martina’s POV“Martina, my child… you look beautiful.”I turned slowly toward the sound of my mother’s voice, my fingers brushing against the silver locket at my throat, and saw her standing in the doorway, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I had expected pride, yes, but also the weight of sorrow she carried for the years I had lost…I studied myself in the full-length gilded mirror, and for the first time in decades, I allowed myself to see not the survivor, the fighter, or the heiress… but a bride. The gown was everything I had imagined,the bodice sculpted and delicate, ivory lace tracing floral patterns over my shoulders and chest, modestly revealing the silver locket nestled there. The long, sheer sleeves ended at my wrists with tiny pearl buttons, a touch of softness against the strength I carried. My waist was cinched, emphasizing the line of my body before the skirt flowed into a long, ethereal train that pooled around my feet. Each step I took caused the layers of silk and

Martina’s POV“Martina?” Dante’s voice echoed down the corridor just as his footsteps reached me.I turned slowly, still standing in the middle of the stone hallway where Elara had disappeared only moments earlier. My fingers moved automatically, smoothing the lace along the front of my wedding gown as if the simple motion could steady the chaos still running through my chest.My heart hadn’t slowed yet.The corridor felt colder than it had before, the air heavy and still. Even the faint music drifting from the ballroom seemed distant now, muffled by the thick walls of the estate and beneath the scent of the roses from my bouquet, I could still smell Elara’s perfume lingering in the air.Dante stepped fully into the corridor from the glowing doorway behind him. The warm light from the ballroom framed his broad shoulders, casting a long shadow across the marble floor.The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression changed.He crossed the distance between us quickly, his long strides