Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil's Bride : Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

The men all screamed at the top of their voices as they began to chant the Ndreghata clan war songs… men clicking their guys, others setting up their vests while the rest went out to get the cars and other important stuff done before the entire team leaves the estate.“Sir what is the plan now?” Mr Pietro who had walked closer towards Mr Giovanni who had shifted his attention to the map created and placed on the table.“We create a purge…. We need to infiltrate while also alerting the enemy” Mr Giovanni replied as he fixed his eyes to another end of the large map on the table..“And where do I come in…I need to avenge my family..” Azzura who had been quiet all through spoke up for the first time since she arrived the Ndreghata clan estate…“And that you would do, just be a bit patient Azzura… I won't allow you head in direct into your death” Mr Giovanni spoke with care in his voice as he fixed his gaze on Azzura for a little longer, “looking at her reminds me of her father, ohh I wish

The room became completely silent as the man stared at Giovanni.“You won't be alive to tell him yourself.” Mr Giovanni looked at him “actually I don't need to.”The weapon appeared in the man's hand…. Mr Giovanni saw it and just for a moment, the entire world seemed to slow down rapidly as he thought about Francesco, about his elder son….the family, the estate…even the battles he had fought all his life, and finally all the sacrifices and the things he had kept hidden because he believed secrecy would protect them.And finally, the greatest regret of all came to him as he should have told them everything, he should have trusted his sons with the truth.The man raised the weapon as Mr Giovanni looked directly at him…..his face so calm as there was no pleading in his eyes and no fear whatsoever, but only defiance.BANG!The sound exploded through the room as Mr Giovanni's body jerked.The weapon fell slightly from the man's hand, Mr Giovanni's eyes remained open, as his lips moved but

Francesco's expression hardened.“I have been trying to protect this family.”“So have I!”“Then where were you?”“I told you!”“You were not here!”His brother's face tightened.“I didn't choose to be attacked.”“And I didn't choose to bury our father.”The words landed heavily.Silence followed.His brother looked away.Francesco's anger continued to rise.“You don't understand what has been happening.”“Then tell me.”“I can't.”His brother laughed bitterly.“You still can't?”Francesco frowned.“There are things you don't know.”“There are things you refuse to tell me.”“Because I was trying to protect you.”“Protect me?”His brother stepped closer.“You call keeping secrets protection?”Francesco's breathing became heavier.“You think you understand what I've been dealing with?”“No.”His brother pointed toward Giovanni.“But I understand this.”He turned toward their father's body.“Our father is dead.”Then he looked back at Francesco.“And you still think you can carry everyth

“You told us you were only working for the family.”“I was.”“Then why were you meeting people connected to our enemies?”Bianca lowered her head.“I didn't have a choice.”His brother slammed his hand on the table.“Everyone says that after betrayal!”Bianca flinched.“You don't understand.”“Then explain it!”She began crying.“I was threatened.”Francesco remained silent.“Who threatened you?”“The Five Fingers.”The room became still.His brother stared at her.“The Five Fingers?”Bianca nodded.“They found out about my family.”“What family?”“My sister.”She wiped her tears.“They knew where she lived, where her children went, everything.”Francesco watched her carefully.“They told you they would hurt them?”“Yes.”“And you believed them?”“I saw what they did to other people.”Her voice trembled.“I knew they weren't making an empty threat.”His brother turned away.“So you helped them.”Bianca lowered her head.“Yes.”Francesco's voice remained calm.“What did you give them?”

“Home if course… let's go” Francesco smiled. “Home?”“Yes.”He looked at the estate and then at her……for years he had thought of the estate as home because it represented the family, the power, the legacy and everything his father had built.But standing beside Azzura, he understood something he had never understood before, a home was not always a building.Sometimes it was a person and sometimes it was the one person who could stand beside you after everything had collapsed and still make you believe there was something worth rebuilding.Francesco took her hand and together they began walking toward the estate.At the balcony above them, his brother stood watching…he saw Francesco and Azzura approaching as a small smile appeared on his face.He stepped away from the balcony, iside the estate, Mr Giovanni's old office remained untouched.His chair was still there, his photographs were still on the wall and his memory remained in every corridor.But the family had continued…..Frances