All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Everything went according to plan. Alpha Team managed to secure the women's room without significant resistance. The data from the secondary control room had been fully copied.Matteo Bianchi had come out of his cabin briefly, but they managed to avoid him. Leonardo was still on the upper deck, unaware of the intruders. The alarm hadn't sounded. The ship continued sailing calmly under the night sky, as if nothing had changed.Marco and Alexandro moved quickly back to Cassian's cabin through hidden routes. The door was still locked from the outside as Marco had left it. He unlocked it carefully, then pushed the door open gently.Cassian was already sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes were wide open, sharp, and full of cold anger. The sedative had worn off. He stared at both of them without blinking—first at Alexandro, then longer at Marco.Alexandro closed the door behind them and raised both hands slightly in a peaceful gesture."I don't intend to betray you. We're here to stop t

Marco didn't head straight to rally point B. Something pulled him in another direction. The revenge he'd buried underground alongside Davina's headstone had now risen again, hot and demanding. The name Matteo Bianchi kept spinning in his head since the first time he'd heard it on this ship.He turned down the lower deck corridor, following the layout he'd memorized. Cabin number 7. The door wasn't fully locked as if its owner was too confident.Marco pushed it open gently and stepped inside.Matteo Bianchi sat in a leather chair near the window, pouring a drink into a crystal glass. He wasn't surprised. He even smiled widely when he saw Marco standing at the threshold, still with his mask and covering."Finally," Matteo murmured with a thick Italian accent. "I've suspected you since the first time I saw your eyes in the corridor. Those eyes... they're the same as that woman who knew too much. Davina, right?"Marco closed the door behind him. Didn't answer. He took off his jacket, toss

Abraham raised the rifle again, this time more steady."Better I kill you than stop all of this. You've always been a stumbling block, Alexandro. Since you were little."Alexandro didn't back down. In an instant he moved—not with a shot, but with speed honed from years in the same world. Abraham's rifle was knocked aside. A brief struggle in the narrow cabin ended with Abraham lying on the floor, blood flowing from a wound on his neck. Alexandro stood over him, breathing hard, his right hand wet with his own father's blood.He stared at the body for a long moment. No tears. Only heavy silence. Then, with cold movements, he took the knife from Abraham's waist and cut off the man's right hand—the hand that always wore a dark green jade ring, a legendary family heirloom in their network. The ring was still attached to the stiff fingers.Alexandro wrapped the severed hand in cloth, then walked out of the cabin without looking back. Blood dripped along the corridor.Leonardo was standing i

Elsewhere.Alexandro was thrown against the metal wall with a loud thud that echoed through the narrow corridor. He grunted in pain, his shoulder burning, but he got back up immediately. Before him, Leonardo stood with clenched fists, his chest heaving with blazing anger."Leonardo, stop!" Alexandro shouted, raising both hands. "I don't want to fight you!""You don't want to? All your life has been so easy. You were raised directly by your father and mother. You got all the love you were supposed to get. You got the title of Don while still young. You became the most influential mafia boss in all of Europe before you decided to retire. You achieved everything while you were still young!"He stepped forward. His eyes were red—not from crying, but from years of simmering rage."Meanwhile, me?" Leonardo pointed at himself roughly. "I'm just a castaway! The child of a slave who was never acknowledged! I had to fight the harshness of the world without parents! Without a father! Without a m

Marco dragged Alexandro through the smoke-filled corridor, gunfire echoing around them. Blood from Alexandro's wound kept dripping, soaking Marco's clothes. They turned at the last corner and entered a small storage room on the lower deck a room previously used to store emergency equipment. The iron door was shut tightly from the inside.Seconds later, the door opened again. Cassian entered, gasping for breath, followed by one guard wounded in the arm. He immediately locked the door and stacked crates in front of it as a barricade."They're still behind us," Cassian said hoarsely. "But we're safe here for now."Alexandro lay back on the metal floor, his hand still pressing on the bandage on his stomach. His face was pale, cold sweat streaming down, but he held back his groans. The pain radiated all the way to his back.Cassian knelt beside him. From his jacket's inner pocket, he pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid and a tablet."Take this. Strong pain reliever. It'll ease the pa