All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

The De Luca mansion stood grand at the end of the street, garden lights already on to welcome us.The car stopped in front of the tall main door, and before the bodyguards could open it, the mansion door opened first.Leo appeared first, his black hair messy, school uniform still half neat. Behind him Aurora stood with arms crossed, her round face sulky, but her eyes glanced at the bags the bodyguards carried. And between them, Loris in his wheelchair, with a small careful smile.“You’re home!” Leo ran toward us and grabbed one of the bags right away. “This is for me, right? This has to be for me.”“Leo, don’t open it yet,” I said, laughing, holding his hand. “Come inside first.”Aurora still stood in the doorway, not coming closer. I took off my sandals, walked to her, and opened both arms.“Aurora.”She looked at me, chin lifted. Then slowly she stepped into my hug. Her body was warm and full, and when she hugged me back I felt her deep breath on my shoulder.“I’m sorry, honey. Real

The next day, I woke up earlier than usual. Alexandro had already left, there was an important meeting at the head office, something about the hospital project he was developing. I spent the morning taking care of the kids, preparing breakfast, making sure Leo didn't forget to bring his homework book, helping Aurora tie her hair, and accompanying Loris for breakfast while reading a storybook.After they left for school, Leo and Aurora driven by the guards, Loris staying at home with the nanny and his afternoon therapy schedule, I showered, got dressed, and decided to come to the office. It had been a long time since I joined a meeting.Today I wanted to be there.When I entered the lobby, the receptionist immediately stood up, her eyes wide."Mrs. De Luca. We weren't informed you were coming.""I want to surprise my husband. Which room is the meeting in?""The main meeting room, twelfth floor. But the meeting is ongoing and it seems...""It seems what?""Mr. De Luca is not happy."I n

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my breath return to normal.My phone vibrated again. Not from Alexandro.Marco: Madam, Mr. Alexandro asks you to stop by the office before going home. There's something he wants to show you.I raised an eyebrow, then typed a short reply: Alright. 30 more minutes.The bodyguard sitting in the front seat turned slightly. "To the office?""Yes. To the office."When I entered the lobby, the atmosphere was different from this morning. The receptionist smiled widely, no longer nervous. Several employees who passed by greeted me respectfully, and I responded with a small nod.The elevator took me to the twelfth floor. This time, the meeting room door was open, and I could hear voices—not tense voices, but lighter ones. Laughter, even.I walked in. Alexandro stood at the end of the table, with Marco beside him. In front of them, a new image of the hospital was displayed—a revised version, with a larger garden, bigger windows, and a play area in front."A

Moretti nodded slowly. He rose from his chair, walked to an old cabinet in the corner of the room, and opened a dusty drawer. From inside, he took out a wooden-framed photo, its colors faded, but still clear.He placed it on the table, between our coffee cups.In the photo, a boy around eight or nine years old. Dark hair, big eyes, and he sat in a wheelchair an old wheelchair, not a modern one like Loris's. Behind him stood a young Moretti, decades ago, with his hand on the boy's shoulder. They were smiling."His name is Ezio," Moretti said, his voice soft. "My son."I looked at the photo, then at Moretti. "I thought your grandson was also named Ezio.""My grandson is also named Ezio. Named after my son." He sat back down, staring at the photo without touching it. "My son was born with a problem in his spine. The doctors said he would never walk. We tried everything—therapy, surgery, doctors from abroad. Nothing worked."He paused, sipped his coffee."He died when he was twelve years

Since that day, something inside Marco changed. Not drastically, but slowly, like water seeping into cracks in stone, something within him began to harden. He couldn't explain it. He only knew that every time Silvia moved, he turned his head. Every time Silvia took too deep a breath, he woke. Every time there was a sound outside the door a guest, a delivery, a neighbor, Marco stood, walked to the window, and made sure no one was approaching.Silvia didn't notice at first. She was too busy fighting her own body the nausea that never stopped, the fatigue that never faded, and the fear she hid behind a smile. But on the fifth day, she began to see.That morning, Silvia sat on the porch, a blanket on her lap, staring at the small garden behind their house. The morning sun was warm, the birds were chirping, and for the first time in days, she felt a little like herself. Marco sat beside her, reading a newspaper he wasn't really reading.Their neighbor, an old woman, passed by on the path i