The Dons Forbidden Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Serena’s POV The sun had barely begun to rise when Dante led me out of the house. Gray clouds pressed low over the estate, heavy and dull, like the sky itself was exhausted. The air was cold enough to bite through the thin jacket I wore, but I welcomed it. The chill kept me awake and present. My body still ached, every step sent a dull throb up my legs. My throat burned when I swallowed, the bruises stiff and tender beneath my skin, when I lifted my hand to adjust the collar of my jacket, my fingers brushed the marks again, and my stomach tightened. I remembered his grip, the weight and the smell of him. I forced the thought away. Dante didn’t speak as we walked, his silence felt deliberate, not distant. He was focused, already somewhere ahead of me mentally, planning things I didn’t yet understand. His hand stayed lightly at my back, guiding without pushing. We reached a concrete building set apart from the rest of the estate. There was no window, no signs, Just thick st

Dante’s POV“It’s coming from the end of the hall,” Carlo whispered. “The storage closet near the servant’s entrance.”The scanner chirped again, sharper now, and impatient.I raised my fist, stopping us mid-step. The sound echoed too loudly in the narrow corridor, bouncing off the marble walls. This wing of the house had always been quite functional, overlooked, trusted. That trust was gone.I glanced over my shoulder.Serena stood several steps behind us, gun drawn, shoulders squared. She was steady now, she wasnt shaking and No hesitation.“You stay here,” I said quietly.Her brows drew together. “Dante…”“This isn’t a discussion,” I cut in. “Cover the rear, If anyone comes through that corridor, you shoot.”For a moment, I saw the instinct to argue, then she nodded once. “I won’t move.”I turned back to Carlo. “Let’s go.”We advanced in silence. The scanner’s chirping grew louder with every step, the sound drilling into my skull. The part of the estate that never showed up on thre

Dante’s POVThe gates of Black Manor screeched open as my SUV tore through the gravel.I didn’t slow down. I didn’t wait for confirmation or clearance. The guards scattered out of the way as the tires skidded to a stop in front of the main steps. I was out of the vehicle before the engine cut, my hand already pushing past the first man who reached for his weapon.“Stand down,” I told him.Something in my voice made him listen.Black Manor was exactly what I expected. The kind of place designed to make people feel small the moment they stepped inside. White marble floors, polished steel railings, art that cost more than most men’s lives.Victor liked to pretend he was untouchable.I moved through the house like I owned it. Servants froze when they saw me. One tried to speak but I ignored him and kicked open the doors to the private lounge at the back of the estate.Victor Black didn’t even flinch.He was seated behind his desk, a lowball glass in his hand, jacket off, sleeves rolled li

Serena’s POVThe Council didn’t invite us, they summoned us.The envelope sat on the table between Dante and me, its thick cream paper stamped with dark red wax. The sigil of the Five Families stared back at me like an accusation. I didn’t touch it, I didn’t need to. Everyone in this world knew what that seal meant.“This isn’t a meeting,” I said quietly.Dante stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, listening to one of his men confirm what we already knew. He ended the call without a word and turned to me.“They don’t negotiate,” he said. “They don’t hear defenses. When the Council summons you, the decision’s already been made.”My throat tightened. “Then why summon us at all?”“Because they like ceremony,” he replied. “And because humiliation is easier when there’s an audience.”I nodded slowly. I had felt it the moment the messenger left, this wasn’t about truth. It wasn’t about blood or history or justice. It was about spectacle,about closing a chapter in public so no one d

Serena’s POV “I want Antonio’s head.” The words cut through the study like a blade , the rain hammered the windows with the fury of the storm outside, each droplet slamming against glass like it was accusing me of my own past inaction. Firelight flickered across the stone walls, painting long, dancing shadows that seemed to echo my heartbeat. I didn’t move, I just stood there, rigid, fists clenched, and let the weight of what I said settle into the room. Dante watched me carefully. His dark eyes flicked between the fire and my face, scanning, calculating and weighing. He simply said, after a long pause, “He’s protected.” I let out a slow, controlled breath. “Of course he is,” I said. I didn’t need to ask by whom… i know it’s Victor, the Council, his smug sense of invincibility. Protection was currency in this city, and Antonio had been bankrolled with it. Dante turned from the window sharply. “Protected by the Council, by Victor, by every system that keeps this city spinning.