Todos los capítulos de Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Alexander She left. Not permanently, and not as a decision to leave our marriage behind entirely, but she packed a bag for herself and Michael and went to stay with Vivian for a few days, telling me she needed space to think through everything that had happened. Understanding her decision didn't make it any easier to accept. The house felt unbearably quiet without either of them in it, and I found myself standing in rooms that had once felt full simply because they were now so obviously empty. I had killed a man to protect her. I had done it without consulting her, without giving her any say in a decision that directly affected our lives and our family, and she hadn't asked me to take that action on her behalf in the first place. Why hadn't I told her before acting? Why hadn't I given her the choice to weigh in on something that concerned her own safety as much as mine? Because I'm still the same person, I finally admitted to myself, sitting alone in the study where this enti

AlexanderWe moved into a new home together, leaving the mansion behind for something considerably smaller and far less burdened by everything that had happened within its walls. This house felt different the moment we walked through the door for the first time, quieter in a way that had nothing to do with square footage and everything to do with the absence of the history that had followed us everywhere else."I want to leave the life," I told Elara one evening, the two of us sitting together in the living room while Michael played on the floor nearby."Alexander, that's an enormous decision. Are you certain you've thought through everything it actually involves?""I'm completely serious about this," I said. "I want to leave all of it behind. The empire, the territory, the violence that keeps finding its way back into our lives no matter how far we think we've moved past it.""Alexander, I know how much you've built. I know what stepping away from that actually means for you, not jus

AlexanderThe gate opened just before noon.I watched from the study window as a black sedan made its way up the driveway, its windows tinted and its exterior deliberately unmarked, the kind of vehicle designed to attract as little attention as possible. I knew who had arrived before the driver's door had even opened, a certainty that settled into my chest with a weight I hadn't expected after everything that had already happened between us.David stepped out of the car, and the sight of him caught me off guard despite my preparation for this moment. He was thinner than I remembered from the last time we had spoken, his face gaunt in a way that suggested the months since The Sanctum had cost him more than his freedom alone. Grey had begun creeping into his hair at the temples, and his suit fit him poorly, as though he had borrowed it from someone who cared little about appearances. But his eyes hadn't changed at all. Those grey eyes, the ones he had inherited directly from me, moved

Alexander Salvatore had taken Elara's mother. She had been visiting her father in Ohio when it happened, taken from their house sometime in the middle of the night without anyone noticing until it was already too late to stop him. Standing in the study, watching Elara's face drain of color at the news, I felt something ignite in me that hadn't burned this hot since the night David had shot me in The Sanctum. "Where is she?" Elara asked, her voice shaking despite her obvious effort to keep it steady. "I don't know the exact location yet," David said. "But I still have contacts from that world who can find out quickly." "How do I know this isn't some kind of trap you've orchestrated with him?" she asked, her eyes narrowing on her former fiancé. David held her gaze without flinching. "Because I came here specifically to help both of you. I've been telling the truth since the moment I walked through that gate, and I have no intention of stopping now, not when your mother's life is a

Alexander I found them standing in the kitchen: Elara, pale against the counter, and David, positioned across from her, with an expression I couldn't quite read. "What's happening here?" I asked, moving further into the room. Elara turned toward me, her face drawn with an emotion somewhere between shock and fury. "David just told me something," she said. "What did he tell you?" "He said he was the one who took my mother. Not Salvatore. Him." I turned my full attention toward David, feeling something cold settle into my chest. "Explain yourself. Now." David smiled, an expression that carried none of the vulnerability I had witnessed from him at the prison months earlier. "Salvatore was nothing more than a pawn," he said. "I used him to manufacture a crisis that would force you to trust me again, to bring me back into this house and this family after everything that happened at The Sanctum." He shrugged casually, as though describing something trivial. "It worked exactly as I