Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Vittorio leaned back in his chair, eyes on Dante and Luca. “We’ll host the celebration in the courtyard tomorrow,” he said, his tone practical, brisk. “No outsiders, just family and allies. The press will get their photographs later.” Luca nodded. “Security’s already been tightened. The catering will be handled by Signor Russo’s people — they owe us a favor.” “Good.” Vittorio’s gaze moved to Dante. “And you’ll make a toast. Something fitting for a future father and heir. Short but dignified.” Dante’s reply was measured. “Of course.” Vittorio studied him for a moment, the faintest edge of dissatisfaction crossing his face. “You don’t sound like a man expecting a son.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “I’ll be ready for whatever the family needs me to be.” It was the safest answer, but it made the silence that followed heavier than before. Rose sat quietly through it all, her hands folded neatly in her lap, pretending not to notice how the tension shifted with every word Vittorio said. Lu

The scent of antiseptic filled Bianca’s room. The morning light slipped through the half-drawn curtains. It should have felt calm, but it wasn't as Bianca was still crying. Rose stood by the door for a moment, unsure if she should even be there. The bed looked too big for Bianca now, the silk sheets crumpled, her body swallowed in them. Her hair was tangled, her face pale except for the faint red rings around her eyes. A tray of untouched soup sat cooling on the nightstand. Rose took a slow breath, crossed the room, and set the vase of lilies she’d brought on the table. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling,” she said quietly. Bianca turned her head slowly toward Rose. “Feeling?” Bianca’s voice cracked, dry from crying. “You came to ask how I’m feeling?” She gave a sharp laugh, the kind that didn’t sound sane. “You must be enjoying this. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Rose’s chest tightened. “Bianca—” “Don’t say my name!” Bianca snapped, sitting up with a sudden burst of s

Two weeks had passed since Bianca lost her baby. Everyone walked on eggshells around her. Even the maids whispered more softly when she passed. Rose had been heading to the east corridor when she saw Bianca’s door crack open. Out of habit, she slowed her steps. Bianca peeked out, looked left and right, then stepped into the hallway. She was dressed in a light robe, her hair brushed neatly, perfume trailing faintly behind her. Something about her sneaky movements made Rose stop. She stepped back into the shadows, pressing herself behind one of the tall marble pillars. Her heart beat fast, not from fear but from the thrill of what she might find. Bianca turned down the hallway toward the study wings. Her steps were light but quick. Rose followed, keeping her distance, careful not to let her shoes tap against the floor too loudly. When Bianca reached Luca’s study, she didn’t knock. She opened the door quietly and slipped inside. Rose exhaled slowly. So even after everything, even

The next morning, Rose sat at her dressing table, staring at her reflection without really seeing it. Her mind was somewhere else… trapped in the web of plans that kept tightening around her. She had spent most of the night thinking of ways to expose Bianca and Luca. But every time she got close to an idea, she saw the risk waiting behind it. She had no phone to record them, no way to gather proof without being caught. Even writing anything down was dangerous. If the wrong eyes saw it, she’d be finished before she even began. She rubbed her temples, trying to push away the helplessness building in her chest. “Think, Rose,” she muttered. “There has to be a way.” A sudden knock startled her. She stood up quickly, hiding the few scattered notes she’d been scribbling in her mind. When she opened the door, she froze for a second. Dante stood there, shoulders slumped, his face drawn and tired. There were faint shadows under his eyes — the kind that came from sleepless nights and heav

The atrium had never felt so quiet before, even a pin dropping could be heard. The men sat on one side; the women on the other, their faces pale. Even the guards by the door stood stiff, rifles at their sides. Rose stood in the corner near the column, trying not to draw attention. She could feel her pulse in her throat. At the center, Vittorio Moretti sat in his carved chair like a statue. Beside him was Don Ricci who was red-faced and tense. And just behind them, Signor Belini stood holding the old family code in his hands. Luca and Bianca were led in by two guards. Luca’s face was calm. Bianca was tear-streaked and pale. Her eyes darted around, searching for Dante, but he didn’t look at her. The silence stretched until Vittorio gave a small nod. Belini opened the book, his voice even. “According to la regola di sangue,” he began, “there are three sins that cannot