All Chapters of Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Elara I sat with Michael's question for a long moment, understanding fully that whatever I said next would shape how he understood me, and violence itself, for years to come. Neither dishonesty nor an unqualified promise would actually serve him, and I owed him something more honest than either. "Michael," I said slowly, choosing my words with care. "I need you to know something important before I answer that question." "Okay," he said quietly, still staring up at the ceiling. "Yes," I said. "If it came down to protecting you or Isabella, or your father, or anyone in this family, I would do whatever necessary to keep you safe. I've proven that before, and I would do it again if genuinely left no other choice." He was quiet, absorbing my answer, and I continued, needing him to understand the fuller truth behind that admission. "But Michael, I need you to understand something else too," I said. "That choice, what happened with Lorenzo, isn't something I take lightly. It isn't some

Elara Vivian stepped away from her seat and moved toward the center of the chamber. Elara watched her closely, realizing that the woman she had trusted for years was about to reveal a part of herself she had guarded from everyone. Vivian stopped beside the table and faced the Commission. “For thirty years, I have carried information that should have been brought before this chamber a long time ago,” she said. “I stayed silent because speaking without evidence would have accomplished nothing. Today, I have enough.” Salvatore did not move. Elara noticed the slight change in his expression. His earlier confidence remained, but the ease had disappeared from his eyes. Vivian continued. “Thirty years ago, Salvatore Bellini was not the respected leader he presents himself as today. He was already building influence through intimidation, illegal financial arrangements, and the removal of anyone who threatened his position.” Several family heads exchanged uneasy looks. Vivian named th

Elara POV The chamber fell into an uneasy silence as Michael remained standing beside his chair. Several family heads exchanged uncertain glances, clearly unsure whether a child should be allowed to address the Commission. No one seemed prepared for this development, least of all Salvatore. Elara's heart tightened. For one brief moment, every instinct told her to stop Michael. This was not where she wanted him to talk about what happened at the warehouse. Too many people were watching, and too much depended on every word spoken inside that room. Then she remembered the promise she had made him the previous night. She had told him that if he wanted to speak for himself, she would listen. Michael looked at her. His nervous expression told her he was waiting for permission. Elara gave him a small nod. “You can speak,” she said quietly. Michael took a breath and turned toward the Commission. “My name is Michael,” he began. “I know most of you already know that, but I want to e

Elara pov Rafael's words left the chamber silent. Elara stared at him from across the room, struggling to understand what she had just heard. She had assumed his fear came entirely from the danger surrounding the present conflict. Now she understood there had been another reason. Salvatore's face had changed. The controlled expression he had maintained throughout the session was gone. His jaw tightened, and his eyes fixed on Rafael with open warning. He looked genuinely unsettled. Rafael noticed it too. “My brother's name was Daniel,” he said, his voice unsteady but clear. “He was older than me by six years. When I was young, he worked for several families connected to the Commission. He was intelligent, loyal, and careful about the people he trusted.” One of the family heads shifted in his seat. “Daniel?” the man repeated quietly. Another elder turned toward him. “Are you referring to Daniel Varga?” Rafael nodded. A murmur spread through the chamber. Elara looked from o

Elara pov The realization came seconds after Salvatore disappeared through the side entrance. Elara watched the armed men drag him away while the remaining attackers continued moving through the chamber. They had not shielded him, defended him, or attempted to keep anyone from reaching him. They had taken him. Someone had come for Salvatore. The thought unsettled her more than the attack itself. “Michael!” she called, turning toward the place where she had last seen her son. No answer came. Elara pushed past an overturned chair and moved toward the eastern side of the chamber. Smoke and dust filled the air, and people were still shouting as security teams attempted to regain control. “Michael!” A guard pointed toward a table near the wall. “He is there!” Relief hit Elara when she saw Alexander crouched beside Michael. Her son was frightened, but he was conscious and appeared unharmed. She hurried toward them. “Are you both okay?” Alexander looked up. Blood was visible ne