All Chapters of Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

A soft hum ran through the elevator.Bella stiffened and looked up and the lights blinked twice—then came fully back on.A second later, the elevator jerked… and started moving again.Adrian exhaled a slow breath of relief. “Looks like it fixed itself.”Bella didn’t answer. She focused on breathing, on the feel of the rail under her hand, on keeping her chin lifted like nothing ever happened.The elevator reached the next floor and opened smoothly, as if it hadn’t trapped them for almost fifteen minutes.They stepped out at the same time, awkwardly, side-by-side.Bella straightened, wiped her palms quickly on her sweater, and looked at him. “Are you following me?”Adrian blinked. “Following you?”“Yes,” she said sharply, leaning slightly on her cane. “Is it because you helped me that you think you can walk beside me now?”His mouth fell open for a second before a soft laugh escaped him. He trie

The routine followed like that throughout the week, visiting places, inviting Adrian for dinner, and Bella couldn't help but feel drawn to him.It was another day.Elena sat curled in an armchair near the fire, sketchbook open, pencil moving lazily. Rose was beside her, nursing tea, her eyes were still drowsy from sleep.Bella, dressed in a thick sweater and leggings, stood by the window, staring at the frosted garden she’d grown to like.Then Dante walked in.He looked collected as always — black sweater, phone in hand, his steps firm and deliberate. He had just received another update from Enzo about Luca.He stopped near the center of the room and looked at all three of them. “Unfortunately,” he began, his voice low but steady, “our stay here will have to end sooner than planned.”Elena’s pencil paused. “End?”Dante nodded once. “We’re leaving for Italy tomorrow.”Rose looked up sharply. “Tomorrow? S

The convoy turned off the main road and onto the long driveway that led to Corona Nera. The villa rose ahead, dark stone with the lion’s head embedded in every building.Rose peeked out the window, her fingers curling around the edge. “It looks… the same,” she murmured. “Just like I remember.”Elena, sitting beside her with a suitcase on her lap, smiled faintly. “Same walls, same halls. But somehow, it feels bigger now, doesn’t it?”Bella, in the back of the car, stayed quiet, her eyes scanning the silhouette of the estate. The wind whipped strands of her hair against her face, and she tucked them behind her ears, frowning slightly.Adrian isn’t here, she reminded herself, chiding the pull in her chest. This is Italy. Not Switzerland. Focus.The staff were already waiting, gloves and coats neatly in place. As the doors opened, a flurry of activity began. Porters lifted suitcases, servants carried trays with drinks for the travelers, and s

Dante’s thumb hovered over the screen. The message glowed in the dim study, sharp against the dark.His jaw clenched. Another vibration buzzed seconds later.Unknown Number:Did you like my surprises?Dante exhaled once. He could almost see Luca’s face in his mind… smirking, relaxed, enjoying himself like this was a game.He typed back, each letter punched with controlled fury.Dante:You’re playing with fire.The reply came instantly, as if Luca had been waiting.Unknown Number:Hahahaha. Always so serious, cousin.Dante felt his grip tighten around the phone. The laugh wasn’t a sound, but he could hear it. It crawled under his skin.Another message popped up.Unknown Number:Get some sleep, cugino. You’ll need it. There’s another surprise tomorrow.Dante’s breath left him in one long, steady line. He stood, paced once across the study, then twice.

Two weeks passed after the night Luca sent the video. And also two weeks of silence.Two weeks where nothing burned, nothing exploded, no shipments vanished, and no strange calls came at midnight.On the surface, life went back to normal. But Dante didn’t. He wasn't stupid enough to relax.He doubled security around Corona Nera, around the ports, around every business he owned. Soldiers rotated in tighter schedules.New codes, new routes, new locks. Everyone moved with quiet caution, sensing the invisible pressure around their Don.Luca’s silence felt louder than his threats.That morning, Dante pushed open the bedroom door. He’d slept mostly in the study as he was too restless to stay in one place.Rose lay curled on the bed, her face pale, her hair a messy curtain on the pillow. She didn’t hear him at first. She shivered once, then breathed out sharply like she was fighting nausea.Dante frowned.“Ros