All Chapters of Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elara Going to see Enzo alone was the only plan I could think of that might actually end this fight before it destroyed everything Alexander and I had built together. I left the house before dawn, unarmed and completely alone, and I walked into his estate with a confidence I did not entirely feel but refused to let show. "Elara," he said, clearly surprised to find me standing in his living room. "I did not expect to see you here today." "I imagine you didn't." "Why exactly are you here?" "I came to make a deal with you," I said. "A deal? That's an interesting choice of words for someone who arrived here completely alone." "I know what you actually want, Enzo. You want control. You want power. You want the empire Alexander built for himself." I paused, letting the words settle before continuing. "I can give you all of that." "Elara, that is not exactly your decision to make." "But you have to leave my family alone," I said, cutting off whatever objection he was about to raise.

Elara Sofia stood on our porch, a gun held steady in her hand, her expression calm in a way that frightened me more than any amount of anger could have. "Elara," she said. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." "Sofia, please—" "You have no idea how long I've waited for this exact moment." "Sofia, let's talk this through calmly." "Step aside, Alexander," she said, ignoring me completely. "Never," Alexander said, refusing to move from where he stood between us. "I will kill you both if I have to." "Then do it," he said, his voice steady despite the danger standing directly in front of him. I stepped forward, ignoring the way Alexander's hand shot out to stop me. "Sofia, please listen to me." "Don't," Alexander said sharply. "Sofia, listen to what I have to say." "Don't do this, Elara," Alexander warned again. I looked directly at Sofia, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage despite the fear coursing through me. "Sofia, I understand that you're angry. I unders

Elara Killing Sofia was not something I ever imagined myself capable of doing, and yet I had done exactly that, driving a kitchen knife into Vincent's daughter with my own hands. I did not sleep at all that night. Instead, I found myself sitting quietly in the nursery, watching our children sleep peacefully in their cribs while my mind replayed everything that had happened on our porch over and over again. I killed her, I thought. I killed someone with my own hands. Again. Alexander came into the nursery sometime after midnight, his shoulder still bandaged from where Sofia's bullet had struck him earlier that evening. "Elara," he said softly. "You need to try and get some sleep." "I can't sleep, Alexander." "Elara, please." "I killed her," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I killed her with my own hands." "I know you did," he said gently. "I killed her, Alexander." "Elara, I understand exactly what you're feeling right now." "I am never going to be the same after

Elara The peace lasted three months before something new arrived to disturb it. Three months wasn't a long stretch of time, but after everything our family had already survived together, it felt like enough to let ourselves believe we had finally reached solid ground. It began with a letter, one that arrived unannounced in our mailbox on an otherwise ordinary afternoon. The letter was from David. He had settled somewhere in Australia, apparently, building an entirely new life for himself under a different identity. According to the letter, he had found something resembling happiness there, far removed from everything that had once defined him. "Elara," Alexander said that evening, holding the letter carefully in his hands. "He wants to come back and visit us." "Back here?" I asked, my stomach tightening at the possibility. "He wants to see us. To meet the children properly this time, and to try making amends for everything that happened before." "Alexander, after everything h

Elara We spent the following week planning how to bring an end to Enzo's threat once and for all. This time, there would be no deal, no temporary negotiation designed to buy us a few more months of uneasy peace. We needed something permanent, something that would guarantee our family's safety without leaving room for him to circle back around us again the way he had already proven capable of doing. "How exactly do we accomplish that?" I asked Alexander one evening, watching him pace the length of the study while papers covered nearly every surface of his desk. "I don't know yet," he admitted, not slowing his pace. "Alexander, we need something more concrete than that at this point." "I'm working on it, Elara." "Alexander, it's been days since we learned about Catherine and the evidence he manufactured against me. We can't keep circling the same conversation without arriving at an actual plan." "I said I'm working on it," he repeated, his voice sharper than I had heard from him