All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He grabbed her chin, roughly forcing her gaze down to his. She stared back at him with blurry eyes, absentmindedly.“Seems like what just happened killed the fight in you,” he smiled. Caressing her face, he continued, “Come on, don’t ruin this moment, doll.” He frowned. “What I like about you D’Amores… I still haven’t smelled the fear.” He leaned closer. “Ooh, I love the smell of fear in a D’Amore.”Aria blinked, her brain processing his words slowly. She blinked again doing away with the blur, her brows drawn together. Then her voice came, low and shaky. “So, it was you.” A tear slid down, drawing a hot, regretful path down her cheek. “ You killed Elena”Dante smirked. “Oh. Your sister…” Letting go of her chin, he adjusted the syringe. “Come on, don’t take that personally. It was never part of the plan... it was simply an eye for an eye.”His words hit her hard, a surge of self-disgust spreading through every vein in her body. The man she'd married to end the war was the cause of it

“She is dead.”Aria's legs gave out. She collapsed slowly, hitting the floor hard, the marble cold against her knees.This can't be happening. God, please—not my sister.Thud! Teresa, who was still kneeling beside Elena’s body, collapsed to the floor.“Mum!” Aria jolted back up, her heart leaping into her throat. Don Lorenzo strode forward; he bent down and effortlessly picked his wife up. With some slow, heavy steps, he placed her on one of the cushions in the center of the grand hall.“Call the doctor,” he ordered Matteo. His voice, for the first time, came out shakily as he caressed Teresa's face.Aria stood still. Tears streamed down her cheek, but the sobs didn't come out. She was silent and shell-shocked, her whole body frozen, her gaze traveling from her Mum back to Elena’s lifeless body. As if the whole world had stopped, the only noise was the slow thudding of her heart.About a minute later, she blinked and drew in a weak breath. She glanced around the grand hall, now packe

“I don’t understand… This has to be a joke,” she said with a faint smile. “Uncle, is this one of your pranks?” she asked, forcing a giggle. Her gaze traveled to Marco; he blinked and shook his head slightly, his face unreadable.Aria gulped hard, turning around, her brows drawing together slowly as she glanced at Roberto. Their eyes locked; he sighed and looked away. Her stomach twisted. That one move confirmed it all.She lifted her head to meet her father’s stern gaze. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he asked through gritted teeth.“I don’t know, but you have to be joking. “I'm your daughter, not a piece of territory you can trade away to stay in power!” she raged. She crossed her arms, looked away, then lifted her head to face him. “So there is no way I’m marrying that lunatic.”Don Lorenzo’s face twitched, his lips parting slowly. “Do you—”“Wow! Let me get this straight”Aria laughed—too loudly, too fast “So I’m to get married to our sworn enemies? If this is a prank—which I pray it

Aria Damn, that was weird. I hope it sounded convincing, though.It had taken Aria one whole day to compose the speech she had just given—an emotional performance claiming she would willingly marry Dante. But believe me, it was a lie—a big one at that. It was her plan. A plan to gain her father’s trust, and everyone else’s, something she believed she needed for her master escape plan.The whole family was seated. The gigantic dining table stretched across the room like a throne of polished wood, commanding attention and respect. Don Lorenzo sat at the head of the table. His gaze never lifted from his phone while she was talking, but one could tell he was listening attentively. Across the table, eyes widened and eyebrows shot upward, everyone darting glances at her as she concluded her speech and sat back down.Most—maybe all—of them found it hard to believe. The Aria they knew wouldn’t easily sacrifice her dream life to end a war, especially not one that had gotten her sister killed.

AriaPushing the door open, she sighed. “In the closet, please,” she ordered the maids behind her.They stepped into the walk-in closet, did as they were told, and walked back out.“Is there anything else, ma’am?” one of them asked as they both stood still.“Lunch, please,” Aria said, placing her bag on her nightstand.They both walked out. She turned and took two steps, stopping just in front of her walk-in closet—a spacious area tucked away like a private dressing room. She stood there, her body leaning against the doorframe. With a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the wedding dress the maids had just brought in.She ran both hands through her hair. Her wedding dress stared back at her—a breathtaking gown of delicate lace and flowing silk, shimmering under the bright lights of the closet. It was a dress she, her mother, and both of her aunts had taken almost all day to select. A dress chosen on fake smiles—hers, specifically—but the smile on her mother’s face had been genuine. That wa