All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Get me the first aid!” Matteo screamed, crouching down beside the dying Lisandro, who was now on the floor.Lisandro’s eyes widened—red and watery. His head tilted, his life slipping away, every cell in his body burning. He gasped for air, his hand flying to his chest. He grabbed a fistful of his shirt, each breath he drew in hopeless, like his lungs were shot—and they were.Everyone watched, circling the dying Lisandro, their faces surprised, stunned, some even scared. One wouldn’t blame them—they had eaten the same meal. Murmurs spread like wildfire. Victor was already dialing emergency services.Enrico raked his fingers through his hair as he and Alessio stared down. Lisandro’s life was slipping away, and their faces showed it.A waitress approached, first aid in hand. “Move… move,” she muttered as she shuffled through the crowd. “Here,” she said, hand outstretched.Matteo took the box from her and yanked it open. He scrambled through it, searching for God knows what. “Fuck,” he h

“Mrs. Lopez will be… coming today as scheduled,” Alessio said, dabbing his lips with his napkin.Dante paused, his gaze lingering on the napkin by his side. Crink! He let go of his spoon.“Let’s cancel. I have a pressing issue to attend to,” he said.All eyes lifted to him. The whole dining hall fell into silence—chewing, clicking sounds of spoons all halted. Dante reached for his napkin, wiped his mouth, and put it away.Their stares lingered. He had made a fuss last year about this same Mrs. Lopez—canceled his mum's death anniversary event because of a meeting he had. He made it clear that Mrs. Lopez was too important to reschedule because of the remembrance of a dead one.So now their eyes were asking one question: what’s more important?Every important Valleni was around. It was a tradition—the whole extended family ate together every Wednesday.“And what’s more important than your closest ally?” Adrian asked, the question at the tip of everyone’s lips.Dante grabbed his glass, do

“Are you being serious right now?” Alessio asked. He turned to Victor and then back to Dante.“Dead serious,” Dante deadpanned.“So you vanished to Florence for 24 hours without telling anyone, and then you return today with the news that you are getting married in a day’s time?” Adrian asked, leaning forward.Dante lowered the glass he was holding onto the table. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. They were all seated in the sitting space—Dante on the single cushion.Alessio, Victor, Enrico, Matteo, and Adrian sat with their eyes fixed on him, awaiting his reply. He flexed his wrist.“I need not explain myself. Moreover, it was about time I began planning how to have an heir,” Dante announced.“That’s a good reason,” Victor muttered.Dante was the only one without a wife among them. This move sounded reasonable—without knowing the real reason behind it.“I hope you aren’t making this decision in haste… who is she?” Matteo asked, concerned.Dante leaned back into his chair.

Celestina walked in. She took a step, then another. She halted. The breath left her lungs. Everything slowed down.Her eyes widened as her gaze travelled around, scanning, taking it in. The grand hall. The hall her family’s bodies had lain in their own blood that day. The hall was silent now, different, but still the same.Celestina blinked. Flashes of that night came rushing back. Blood, guns, cries. It all felt new, fresh in her mind as she stared at where it all happened.A tear trickled, hanging in her eyes, threatening to roll down.“Having doubts?” Dante’s voice sounded from behind her, drawing her out of her thoughts.Silence stretched. She took deep breaths, not glancing back.“Are you expecting me to?”Dante took a step forward, standing just beside her. Too close for her comfort. She felt her skin crawl. His presence alone made her uncomfortable. She stood her ground, shaken inside, not with fear but with a climax of anger, hatred she wanted to unleash on this family.“Is my

Celestina sat up, hands on her knees. Without turning, she reached out for her bottle of water.She opened it and replenished herself.Glancing back at him, she asked, “Do I look like I need saving?” Then she turned, eyes scanning the field.The fresh morning atmosphere was now sprinkled with golden rays of sunlight.Adrian sat up properly. “Don’t get me wrong,” he whispered. “Dante has a way of forcing people into doing his bidding.”He gulped, staring at her while her eyes moved across the field.He licked his lips. “So—”She stood up, dusting off her body. “I know what I got myself into, Adrian,” she said, opening the cap of her water bottle again.She drank, then turned to face him.“Wait.” He straightened up to her height. “I know he has enemies everywhere. You might be one of them. Think it through. Dante isn’t who you want to deceive. Not in his house.”He paused as she just stared. No words, no expression.Adrian sighed, both hands resting on his waist. “The story about his fi