All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

The investigation went on for two weeks. Two weeks that felt like two years to Marco. He barely slept, barely ate, just moving from one point to another like a machine programmed for a single purpose: finding the killer of Nora and Luca. The police finally obtained an enhanced resolution from the basement CCTV footage. The face of the black car's driver was clearly visible—a middle-aged man with messy hair and an unkempt beard. A face that was not unfamiliar to Marco. A face he had seen several times at Nora's cake shop. A homeless man. The man who often sat on the park bench across from the shop, who always received free bread from Nora every morning. The man Marco had once chased away for causing a disturbance. The man Nora had defended, saying everyone deserved kindness. Marco sat in his car across from the police station, staring at the man's photo on his phone screen. His hands clenched until his nails dug into his palms. For two weeks he had suspected Castello—imagined thou

Morning in the mountains came in a way Marco had never experienced in Rome.Marco woke without an alarm, his body still feeling tired yet his mind clear, something he hadn't felt in a long time.He got up, washed his face with cold water from the well behind the house, then lit the fire in the hearth to warm the room. A simple breakfast, fried eggs, toast, and thick black coffee, he enjoyed on the back porch while staring at the expanse of field beginning to grow wild grass. The field had been untended for a long time, its soil hardened, and some parts overgrown with bushes. But Marco didn't see it as chaos, he saw it as an opportunity.After breakfast, Marco changed into a worn shirt and old work pants. He found a hoe, a shovel, and some old garden tools in the back shed. The tools were rusty but still usable. He carried them to the field and began to work.The mountain soil was hard and rocky, but Marco wasn't in a hurry. He hoed with a steady rhythm, turning the soil, removing smal

Night fell quickly in the mountains. Marco had turned off most of the lights in the house, leaving only one oil lamp on the table near the hearth, whose fire was beginning to dwindle. Alicia lay on the sofa with a blanket covering her body, her eyes half-closed, but Marco knew she wasn't asleep. The woman was too alert to truly rest.Marco sat in the rocking chair, pistol tucked at his waist, his ears continuing to listen to every sound from outside. He was almost beginning to feel calm when his ears caught another sound, the sound of a car engine in the distance, soft but approaching.Marco stood quickly. Alicia opened her eyes instantly."What is it?" she asked."There's a car coming. They might be looking for this house."Alicia tried to sit up, her face pale. "Viktor?""Not necessarily, but we can't take the risk."Marco walked to the window, peeking from behind the curtain. Car lights swept across the trees, heading toward the house. Two men got out, both wearing dark jackets. Th

The sun had sunk behind the mountains, leaving the sky a dark purple slowly turning to black. Inside Marco's small house, the fire in the hearth blazed warmly, and the aroma of boiling soup filled the room. Marco stood in the kitchen, cutting vegetables with practiced hands, occasionally glancing toward Alicia, who sat on the sofa, her wounded arm still wrapped in bandages."You don't have to cook for me," Alicia said, adjusting her position to be more comfortable. "I can eat anything.""You lost a lot of blood," Marco answered without turning. "You need proper food."Alicia smiled slightly. "Are you always like this? Taking care of people without being asked?"Marco didn't answer. He poured soup into two bowls, placed pieces of toast beside them, then carried everything to the wooden table near the hearth. Alicia tried to stand, but Marco raised his hand."Don't. I'll bring it to the sofa.""I'm not a child.""You're a woman with a gunshot wound in her arm. Just sit."Alicia sighed,

The helicopter arrived faster than Alexandro had promised, only twenty minutes after Marco's call. Its rotor blades shattered the silence of the mountains, its searchlight sweeping across the pine trees and the steep cliff gaping at the end of the land. Marco stood at the edge of the ravine, his jacket flapping in the wind from the rotor, his eyes never leaving the darkness below.Alexandro got off the helicopter with four rescue team members and two paramedics. His face was tense, but he didn't ask anything. He only looked at Marco, nodded once, then gave instructions to his team. Ropes were lowered, additional searchlights were turned on, and two rescuers began descending into the ravine.Marco wanted to go down too. He had already stepped to the edge, ready to grab the rope, but Alexandro held him back."Let them work. You're in no condition to go down there," Alexandro said."I have to...""You have to hold on here. You've done what you could. Now let them."Marco stared at Alexan