All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

While ignoring the heavy metallic scent that filled every corner of the mansion, Mr. Giovanni continued walking deeper into the residence.Years of hardship had hardened him.As the head of a powerful criminal organization, he had witnessed countless battlefields, betrayals, and tragedies. Death had become an unavoidable companion throughout his life. It was never something he welcomed, but it was something he had learned to face without allowing emotion to cloud his judgment.His pace remained steady, behind him, Mr. Pietro and the accompanying security detail advanced cautiously, their weapons raised as their eyes swept every corridor, doorway, and staircase. Every movement reflected discipline. Every step was taken with the expectation that danger could still be hiding somewhere inside the mansion.The grand entrance hall stretched before them in eerie silence as broken furniture lay scattered across the polished floor, fragments of shattered glass reflected the dim light filtering

The thunderous roar of engines rolling into the estate created a brief distraction, momentarily breaking the suffocating silence that had settled inside the mansion.Outside, dozens of newly arrived vehicles spread across the vast compound with military precision. Soldiers poured out in disciplined formations, taking defensive positions while medics rushed toward the wounded. Radios crackled continuously as commanders coordinated security around every entrance and exit of the estate.Inside the mansion, however, the atmosphere remained heavy.Mr. Pietro knew this brief interruption was perhaps the only opportunity he would have to speak while Mr. Giovanni was still carefully weighing every possibility in his mind.Taking a cautious step forward, he cleared his throat softly."Sir..." His voice carried both respect and hesitation "I think... now that the reinforcements are here, we should search the entire estate once again before we reach any conclusions."He paused for only a moment

The words struck the room with surprising force and for several long seconds, no one spoke.It was as though Mr. Pietro had taken every scattered clue from the day's battle and slowly arranged them before everyone, allowing each man to see the picture that had been hidden in plain sight all along.Mr. Giovanni remained where he stood, his piercing eyes fixed upon the hall, but his mind had already begun retracing every step they had taken since arriving at the estate.The warning shots...The explosions at the gate...The appearance of the assassins...The mysterious voice that challenged him...The sudden withdrawal...The missing Azzura...One after another, every event connected itself like pieces of a carefully prepared puzzle.Around him, the Ndrangheta soldiers exchanged silent glances. The realization spreading through the room was impossible to ignore.Mr. Pietro took a slow breath before continuing. "Sir," he said calmly, "it is true the enemy caused the explosions."His eyes

"Ha... how... h-how, sir... how did you..."The words refused to come together.Mr. Pietro opened his mouth several times, yet every sentence collapsed before it could even form. His voice trembled beneath the weight of disbelief as he stared at the man standing before him.For the first time in many years, the seasoned strategist of the Ndrangheta Clan found himself completely speechless.He had seen Mr. Giovanni predict battles, he had watched him expose traitors without lifting a finger, he had even witnessed him dismantle enemy alliances with nothing more than a carefully placed conversation.But this… this was different.This concerned something Mr. Pietro had believed was known only to himself and Francesco.Yet somehow… The Don already knew.Mr. Giovanni did not immediately respond but instead, he continued walking toward the convoy parked outside the mansion, his footsteps calm and measured, completely at odds with the storm raging inside Pietro's mind.After allowing the sile

“Also…”Just as Mr. Giovanni was about to enter the lead vehicle of the convoy, he stopped once again.His hand rested lightly on the open door as though a forgotten thought had suddenly found its way back into his mind. Without turning immediately, he slipped one hand into the inner pocket of his coat and slowly withdrew a tiny folded piece of paper.The paper was so small that an ordinary man would have dismissed it without a second glance.It looked insignificant.Worthless.Something that could easily be mistaken for a receipt or a random note.Yet appearances were often the greatest deception in the Mafia world.Mr. Giovanni held the folded paper between two fingers before extending it toward Mr. Pietro."I need you to send this letter to him."His voice remained calm."But make sure it reaches him."There was no need to mention a name because Mr. Pietro immediately understood, the moment his eyes landed on the tiny folded paper, his entire expression changed.Years of serving be