All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride. : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

For the rest of the week, there were no answers to Lorenzo's questions, not because Andre did not have any answers to it but because he didn't know how best to respond to it.Those questions had caught him off guard in a way only a few things ever did.For years, he had watched Lucia carry the weight of their separation like a punishment she had willingly imposed on herself. He listened to her ask about Lorenzo countless times and she grimaced whenever his name popped up in their conversations. Yet, somehow, neither mother nor son had ever managed to cross the distance between them or reach out to each other.But now, for the first time, Lorenzo had taken a small, cautious step toward that distance while Andre had spent the next few days thinking about it way more than he should have. By Thursday morning, he found himself driving toward his mother's apartment with a lot of questions still lingering at the back of his mind.As he drove past the same roads and turns, the journey had b

The family villa had finally begun to breathe again.Not in the literal sense, of course. The old house had stood through storms, celebrations, tragedies and generations long before any of them even arrived, but over the past few weeks something inside it had changed. The silence that had once felt oppressive had now softened into something almost comforting. Conversations no longer died the moment they began, their laughter no longer sounded foreign. Even the air itself seemed lighter, as though the walls had decided to trust happiness again. For the first time since the tunnel incident, mornings no longer began with fear. Instead, they began with Matteo and particular Thursday was no different. Lorenzo was halfway through his first cup of coffee when the unmistakable sound of hurried tiny footsteps echoed down the hallway. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. There was only one person in the house that ran with that much enthusiasm before breakfast. Matteo burst into

The morning after the phone call felt strangely ordinary and that settled Isabella greatly. She had expected the house to feel different somehow and for the walls to carry the anticipation she felt in her chest, the air to grow heavier with every passing hour, the clock to move either impossibly fast or unbearably slow. Instead, life continued exactly as it always had. Sunlight poured through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen. If Isabella hadn't been carrying Sofia's secret alone, she might have believed yesterday's phone call had been a dream. She stood at the kitchen sink, drying a plate she had already dried once before. "What's the matter? You've been staring at that plate since I came in here.." came Marco's voice from the doorway. "Have I?" She asked, looking over her shoulder and forcing a smile. "Yes, you have." He answered, going to the coffee pot to pour himself some coffee as he leaned against the counter. "Is there something on y

The warmth that had filled the dining room moments earlier vanished with that single sentence."…someone has been destroying your empire."No one spoke.Lorenzo's eyes remained fixed on Sofia, as he searched her face for even the tiniest hint that she might be exaggerating or perhaps the long months of isolation had sharpened her suspicions more than the facts deserved. Instead, he found something far more unsettling.The certainty of all of it was etched strongly on her face. She held his gaze without blinking, and that alone told him all that he needed to know. Sofia had never been a woman who spoke carelessly. If she had chosen those words, then she must also have chosen them after exhausting every possibility that they might be wrong.Around the table, the easy laughter that Matteo had inspired only moments before faded into an uneasy silence.Marco was the first to notice the subtle change in Lorenzo's expression.His smile had disappeared and was now replaced by the calm, unread

"Now."Thar single word seemed lingered deep and hard in the room, as it hung between the three of them like the beginning of a war waiting for the “open fire" signal.Marco was the first to move. He walked to the study door and shut the door, turning the lock with a quiet click before pulling the curtains of the windows overlooking the garden. Outside, the glimmering sunlight still bathed the family villa, as Matteo's happy giggles drifted faintly through the glass. Marco allowed himself to listen to the sound for a little moment, letting the sound reminding him of the every reason none of them could afford to fail. When he turned back, the warmth from the dining room was gone, its atmosphere shifting to that of a command room.Lorenzo remained standing behind the desk, as he let his eyes rest on Adrian Moretti's photograph. The expression in his face was calm but Sofia recognized the look immediately. She had seen it years ago, a couple of times inside boardrooms where billion-dol