All Chapters of Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Alexander Vivian's words settled heavily over the room, and I found myself studying her more carefully, aware that whatever history she carried with Rafael clearly extended beyond simple professional acquaintance. "What exactly happened between them?" I asked. "You said the falling out nearly cost him his life. What role did you play in that?" Vivian was quiet for a moment, gathering herself before responding. "I was young when I first encountered Salvatore's world," she said. "Rafael was already established within it, someone Salvatore trusted implicitly at the time. When their falling out happened, I was caught in the middle of circumstances I've never fully discussed with anyone since." "Vivian, we need more than vague references right now," Elara said gently. "If we're considering trusting this man based on your history with him, we need to understand exactly what that history involves." "I know," Vivian said. "But some of it isn't only my story to share. Rafael risked every

Alexander Elara brought the phone to me despite my injury, putting it on speaker so I could hear Rafael's frightened voice directly, understanding the gravity of what he was describing required both our attention. "Rafael," I said, my voice steady despite the pain still radiating through my shoulder. "Tell us exactly what happened. How did Salvatore find out about the letter?" "I don't know for certain," Rafael said, his breathing unsteady through the phone. "I was careful, I promise you I was careful. But somehow he knew within hours of sending it to you. He came to my house personally, something he hasn't done in years, and he made it very clear what would happen if I continued trying to help you." "What exactly did he threaten?" Elara asked. "My wife," Rafael said, his voice breaking slightly. "My children. He described details about their daily routines that terrified me, proof he's been watching them closely enough to know their schedules, their vulnerabilities. He said if I

Alexander I walked into the kitchen just as Michael asked his question, and I saw Elara's expression shift immediately, the weight of his words clearly landing hard against everything she had already been carrying since the incident at school. "Michael," she said, kneeling down to meet his eyes directly. "None of this is your fault. Not any of it." "But why does he keep watching me?" Michael asked, his voice small and confused. "What did I do to make him notice me?" I crossed the kitchen and knelt beside Elara, wanting Michael to see both of us present for this conversation, united in reassuring him despite the frightening reality we couldn't fully explain. "Michael, this has nothing to do with anything you did," I said gently. "This man is dangerous, and unfortunately, he's chosen to threaten our family because of things happening in the adult world, things related to work your mom and I are involved in. None of it connects to anything about you specifically as a person." "Then

Elara I watched Vivian navigate the conversation carefully, her composure fraying at the edges despite her obvious effort to maintain professionalism throughout the call. "I need your help," she said, her voice steadier now than it had been moments earlier. "One of my people has gone dark during an extraction operation, and I don't have the resources to locate him quickly enough." A pause followed on the other end, the man's voice carrying something warmer, more personal, when he responded. "For you, I'll always find a way," he said. "Send me whatever details you have. I still have connections that could locate him faster than anything you have access to on your own." Vivian relayed the last known location Marco had provided, along with everything else we knew about the situation, her voice carrying a professional focus that seemed to require considerable effort to maintain. "I'll call you back within the hour," the man said. "Vivian, it really is good to hear from you, even un

Elara The image of Marco and Salvatore shaking hands settled over our small group with a weight that seemed to physically press down on all of us, the implications spreading through my mind faster than I could fully process them. "Alexander," I said quietly, watching him beside me, his expression carrying a devastation that mirrored exactly what I felt myself. "We don't know what this means yet. We can't jump to conclusions based on a single moment we're observing from a distance." "Elara, they're shaking hands like they've known each other for years," Alexander said, his voice tight with a betrayal I recognized despite his obvious effort to maintain composure. "That's not the behavior of a hostage negotiating his own release." "It could be something else," I said, though even as I spoke the words, I struggled to construct a scenario that would make what we were witnessing anything other than deeply concerning. "Perhaps he's playing a role, maintaining an appearance of cooperation