All Chapters of Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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It is done

Bella shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, the sound of the latch clicking like a final note to a long song.Elena was already up from the bed, eyes swollen from crying earlier. “Bella?”Bella crossed the room, her limp more visible now that her strength was wearing thin. She reached Elena and pulled her into her arms. “It’s over,” she whispered, voice trembling.For a second, Elena froze — then the words sank in. Her breath hitched. “He’s—?”Bella nodded once. “Yes. It’s done.”A small, broken laugh escaped Elena before it turned into a sob. “I wish I could’ve seen his face… when he realized.”Bella brushed her sister’s hair gently. “No, you don’t,” she murmured. “You’ve seen enough hate to last a lifetime.”Elena wiped at her tears, still trembling. “What now?”“Now we trust Dante,” Bella said quietly. “He’ll make things right. He’ll rebuild what he tore apart.”Elena’s voice w

Moretti mansion

The Moretti mansion had never been this silent. Even the walls seemed to hold their breath. Outside, the flags were lowered halfway, the courtyard filled with black cars and dark suits.Every man who mattered… captains, lieutenants, family heads, and allied bosses stood assembled beneath the gilded chandeliers of the grand hall.At the center, Dante Moretti stood in a tailored black suit, the family crest pinned to his lapel. Vittorio Moretti was gone and yet, no one spoke it aloud.Signor Belini moved forward first, his expression solemn but composed. “By the late Don’s own decree,” he began, his voice carrying across the hall, “leadership of the Moretti family passes to his eldest son.. Dante Moretti.”Enzo and the other lieutenants exchanged glances before stepping closer to Dante, each one bowing his head in respect.Dante’s eyes swept the crowd with a calm, unreadable stare. He had imagined this moment a hundred times, even though he

You broke me

By morning, the Moretti estate had transformed into a shrine. Black banners hung from the iron gates, and the marble lions guarding the entrance wore strips of mourning cloth.The news had already broken: Vittorio Moretti, Italian industrialist and patriarch of the Moretti family, was dead.To the world, he was a billionaire businessman… a man who built empires from nothing, who employed thousands, whose charities ran hospitals and foundations.Only those seated in darker circles knew that beneath those titles lay a dangerous Mafia Don.The mansion’s courtyard was full of press. Cameras flashed against the noon sun; microphones reached over the crowd like weapons. Soldiers in black suits formed an unbroken wall between the journalists and the platform erected beneath the Moretti crest.At the center stood Dante Moretti, dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that matched the somber gleam in his eyes.To his right, Signor Belini st

A surprise

The mansion no longer smelled of incense and death. It smelled like air again.Men moved quietly through the halls, removing the remains of the black banners, taking down the candles that had burned for days.Rooms were opened, floors polished, files moved from Vittorio’s old office into Dante’s. The soldiers’ tone had changed too… They were quieter when they spoke to him, quicker when they saluted. The air carried a new order.Dante had taken over.He stood at the head of the long table in the war room. A map of Europe stretched before him, pins and markers placed with precision. Enzo read updates from a file, while Bellini waited with that calm silence of his.“The northern shipments are secured,” Enzo said. “Marcos’ men want to handle the handover themselves.”“They won’t,” Dante replied. “They’ll watch. We handle it. The Marcos stay out of our docks until I say otherwise.”Bellini nodded. “And the accounts in Zurich?

Outside outs

Dante waited until Bella stopped hitting the piano keys like they personally offended her. Elena straightened, brushing charcoal dust off her fingers.Both of them looked at Dante, then at Rose beside him.“I promised you,” Dante said, “that once everything was over, once the house was ours again… I would take you all out of here.”Elena squinted. “You mean… out as in outside-out? Not garden-out? Not balcony-out?”“Outside-out,” Dante said.Elena’s eyes softened, curious. Rose watched him quietly, reading the seriousness under his tone.Dante slipped his free hand into his pocket. “I made arrangements.”Bella leaned forward. “Arrangements?”He nodded once. “We’re leaving Italy for a while.”Elena blinked. “Leaving? For how long?”“As long as needed,” he replied. “For rest.”He continued. “We’re going to Switzerland.”Elena’s mouth parted. Bella froze, mid-sarcastic expression.

Blind and clueless

Bella’s irritation lasted longer than she expected. Even after she reached the end of the corridor, the memory of the elevator jolting, his startled expression, and that little smirk lingered in her mind.She hated that it lingered. He had soiled her mood and she wasn't interested in exploring anymore, so she headed back to the elevator and went back to their apartment upstairs.She pushed the irritating thought away and turned the corner, heading toward the reading lounge. Snow pressed against the glass walls, falling in soft sheets that blurred the world outside.The room was warm, filled with quiet lamp light and soft leather sofas.Rose looked up from the tea she was pouring. “Everything okay?”Bella nodded, a little too sharply. “Fine.”“You sure?” Rose asked gently.Bella sank into the sofa, resting her cane against her thigh. “Some man pressed the wrong button on the elevator.”Rose blinked. “Okay…”

They’re happy

The walk to the village started quietly. Snow crunched beneath their boots, the cold nipping at the air in a way that felt fresh instead of harsh.Elena walked ahead, taking pictures with her phone. Bella paced herself beside Rose, her cane tapping steadily. Dante stayed close to Rose, glancing over at her every now and then.Halfway down the winding path, Dante cleared his throat.“Bella.” His voice was calm. “Why were you so irritable this morning? That man barely touched you.”Bella’s eyes narrowed. “Dante, don’t.”“I’m just asking—”“I said don’t,” she snapped, quick and sharp. “I don’t want to talk about him, and you don’t want to hear about him.”Dante’s mouth closed. A small muscle ticked at his jaw. He accepted her boundary and let the silence fall.Rose sniffed a soft laugh and quickly changed the topic. “It feels strange… walking like this. No guards around us. No eyes watching. Just… normal.”

We're made for each other

Back at the villa, the warm glow of the fireplaces welcomed them. Elena and Bella had returned ahead of them, chatting softly about what they had seen in the village.Elena carried her small sketchbook, hercheeks flushed with excitement.Once inside their bedroom, Dante closed the door behind them and set down their purchases. He reached for Rose’s hand, lifting it to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured.Rose felt a flutter in her chest and smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you look like someone who’s actually enjoying himself,” she teased lightly.He laughed softly, pulling her into a quiet embrace. “I am. With you here, I finally feel like we can just… be.”She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, everything they had endured slipped away.Dante’s hand brushed gently over her back, and Rose tilted her

I don't like crowd

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and warm, touching the edges of the bed where Dante and Rose lay tangled together. He stirred first, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek.Rose murmured softly in her sleep, curling closer to him. Dante smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before resting his head beside hers, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.His hand found hers, fingers entwining naturally, as if they had been made to fit together.Slowly, she woke, blinking against the morning light. Her gaze met his, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.Without a word, they rose and moved toward the en suite bathroom. Steam rose from the running water, and the tiles were warm beneath their feet.Dante handed her the towel first, his gaze soft, gentle, protective. Rose returned the look, a small smile tugging at her lips.They bathed togethe

You love me

The dining room slowly emptied after breakfast. Elena dashed upstairs like she’d been injected with caffeine, and Bella followed with her usual composed pace… cane tapping rhythmically but with a newfound energy she refused to acknowledge.Dante stood behind Rose’s chair as she finished the last sip of her tea, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder, thumb brushing her skin in a slow circle. She felt the touch all the way down her spine.“Why are you staring?” she murmured without looking up.“Because I can,” he said.Rose shook her head, trying and failing to hide the color rising in her cheeks. “You’re impossible.”“And you love me,” Dante countered.Before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her temple, slow and warm. She inhaled the scent of him… cedar, crisp winter air, and something unmistakably Dante and closed her eyes for a moment.“Go get ready,” he murmured, brushing a hand through her hair. “I’ll c

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