All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

For something deeper than a moment, time lost its meaning.The system did not move nor did The Architect speak.Even the unstable currents of code and memory that had been tearing through the space fell into an unnatural stillness, as though the entire construct was holding its breath.Waiting.For him.His eyes remained closed and it was not because of weakness or hesitation, but in something far more dangerous… clarity. For the very first time since all of these began, there were no voices pushing against him, no commands trying to reshape him and no pressure forcing him toward one outcome or another.Only choice.And choice… had always been the one thing no one had ever successfully taken from him.He began to feel it., all of it, every single thing he could become… the system wasn’t hiding anything anymore rather it offered itself to him; opening every pathway and making every layer accessible. Every hidden mechanism was laid bare like something waiting to be claimed holding so po

For a long time… there was nothing, no sound, movement or light. Just a silence that was so complete it felt unnatural as if the world itself had been paused mid-breath and forgotten. The control room, which had been once alive with flashing screens and urgent voices, now stood in total darkness. Dead. Every monitor had gone black and the system that once hummed with quiet precision now laid still, stripped of purpose. The air itself felt heavier, as if something vast had passed through it and taken more than just the electricity with it. Sofia was the first to move, she took in a sharp inhale that broke the stillness, her lungs dragging in air like it had forgotten how to breathe. “…no…” The word slipped out of her, small and disbelieving, her eyes scanning the darkness as if something might come back to life if she looked hard enough. But nothing did, causing the fear she had struggled to fight off began to settle in. Her heartbeat began to rise fast and uneven, too l

The air shifted the moment those words landed, echoing through the room. “…we’ve already taken what matters most.” No one moved, not Isabella or the men. Not even Lorenzo. But something invisible tightened the space between them… like the seconds themselves were holding their breath, waiting to see who would break first. Her arms locked around her son instinctively, pulling him closer against her chest as her mind raced through the meaning of what she had just heard. Taken? That was impossible because he was right here in her arms and even better... She could feel him. His warmth. His weight. So what the heck were these miscreants talking about? ________________ But Lorenzo understood long before she did, his eyes didn’t shift to Isabella, it didn’t soften or even flicker. It just stayed locked cold and deadly on the man in front of him. “Say that again,” Lorenzo probed quietly. The man just smiled like someone who already knew how this would end. “I said…” he

The sound of that voice didn’t just fill the corridor, it settled deep into Lorenzo’s bones.Familiar.Too familiar.The man began to take slow, controlled steps forward towards Lorenzo. The dim light caught the side of his face first, displaying his sharp jaw, composed expression and eyes that held no fear standing in front of a man like Lorenzo De Luca.And then, he finally came into view. Lorenzo’s eyes shut open, not in shock or disbelief but in recognition.“You,” he said quietly.“Disappointed?” he asked with a sly smile on his face, tilting his head just enough to study Lorenzo’s reaction.Isabella’s heart began to pound harder against her ribs. She didn’t know him and she didn’t need to because the way Lorenzo stood, the way the air shifted… could only mean one thing.This man wasn’t just an enemy, he was someone who belonged. The child whimpered softly, trying to cry but failing. Isabella’s grip tightened around her son, her entire body pulling him closer as her eyes locked

The sound hit Isabella like a physical blow; everything stopped, not the gunfire or movement or even the chaos tearing through the corridor. Just her. And her body locked in place, her breath catching painfully in her throat as her mind struggled to process what she had just heard. That voice…. No. No, that was impossible. Then who was the child in her arms? Her arms moved instinctively around the body of the child she was holding and in that moment. She felt it. The difference…in weight…the way he moved and didn't react or speak to her the way Mattoe would…her heart dropped. Then came the slow and horrifying realization, this wasn’t her son, her fingers trembled as she pulled his hoodie back just slightly, enough to see his face again. He looked similar and even close enough but it was not him. Then the truth came crashing in…they hadn't just attacked, they had switched him. “Lorenzo…”Her voice broke, barely there. He turned immediately and in that single look