BETROTHED TO THE CRAZY DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Blood Doesn't Protect YouThe estate had never felt so quiet.The kind of quiet that made every small sound noticeable the ticking of the grandfather clock, the distant footsteps of guards, the faint rustle of curtains against the windows.Alessandro stood at the dining table with both hands planted against the map.The old railway station was circled in red.Their next move was already planned.“We leave before sunrise,” he said. “If they're holding Luca's daughter there, we get her out before they know what hit them.”Marco stood opposite him, studying the map.“And the ledger?”“We take it with us.”Valentina sat nearby, watching both men.“And Luca?”Alessandro's jaw tightened.“He stays here.”A bitter laugh came from the other side of the room.Luca sat beneath the watch of two guards, his wrists bound.“You think they'll let you leave me behind?”Alessandro looked at him.“They aren't getting you.”Luca lowered his head.“They'll kill my daughter.”“We'll get her.”“You don't

The Price of TrustValentina turned back toward the railway station.The abandoned buildings stood beneath the heavy rain, their broken windows reflecting flashes of light from the gunfire. Alessandro’s men were still searching the area, moving between the shadows with their weapons raised.Something was wrong.The rescue had been too easy.The girl had been tied inside a poorly guarded room, with only two men protecting her. No backup. No escape plan. Nothing that matched the danger Luca had described.Valentina’s instincts tightened.“Alessandro,” she said.He turned toward her. “What?”“Something isn’t right.”His gaze moved toward the building. “We’ll search it again.”“No.” She shook her head. “They wanted us to find her.”Marco stepped out of the SUV, his injured arm pressed against his chest. “You think the girl is a trap?”Valentina looked at the child sitting inside the vehicle. The girl was trembling, her wet hair stuck to her face. She looked terrified.But fear could be re

Husband and Wife Across the city, another phone began to ring. And this time, the caller wasn't waiting for Alessandro. Valentina's phone vibrated inside her coat. She glanced at the screen. UNKNOWN NUMBER. Alessandro noticed her hesitation. “Don't answer it.” She looked at him. “Why?” “Because I said so.” The phone stopped ringing. Then a message appeared. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR HUSBAND. Valentina's fingers tightened around the device. A second message followed. NEXT TIME, HE WON'T REACH YOU IN TIME. Alessandro saw the screen. The warmth in his expression disappeared. “Give me the phone.” Valentina handed it over, but her eyes remained fixed on his face. “What are you going to do?” “Find the person who sent it.” “And then?” He didn't answer. The vehicle slowed as the convoy approached the estate gates. Alessandro immediately began issuing orders. “Double the security. Check every entrance. No one leaves without my permission.” Valentina stepped o

Her First Decision“She is the reason we win.”Alessandro's words remained in the room long after he finished speaking.Valentina looked at the torn photograph on the desk.Then at him.“You really believe that?”Alessandro met her gaze.“I wouldn't have given you authority if I didn't.”Marco leaned against the desk, his injured arm still secured.“Good. Because she already has three questions.”Valentina ignored him.“Authority over what?”Alessandro walked toward the large window overlooking the estate.“The De Luca shipping division.”Her eyebrows rose.“Shipping?”“Legitimate operations. Warehousing, transportation, and international contracts.”“That's one of your largest divisions.”“Yes.”“And you're giving it to me?”“I'm giving you authority over one section of it.”He turned toward her.“The Manhattan distribution network. You will oversee the contracts, finances, and staff.”Valentina stared at him.“Your board will object.”“They can object.”“And your executives?”“They

Two Secrets The Russo headquarters had never felt so quiet. Marco stepped through the entrance with his injured arm secured against his chest. Several men turned toward him, their conversations fading as they noticed the sling. His return had been expected. His condition had not. “Marco.” His father's voice came from the staircase. Marco looked up. The older man studied his injured shoulder, then his son's face. “What happened?” “An attack.” “Who attacked you?” Marco walked past him. “Someone who missed.” His father followed, his footsteps heavy against the marble floor. “Don't joke with me. You disappeared into De Luca territory and returned injured.” Marco stopped. “I went because Valentina needed help.” “And Alessandro?” “Was there.” His father's expression hardened. “That man will bring danger to everyone connected to him.” Marco turned slowly. “Danger was already here.” He pulled a folder from his jacket and placed it on the table. “Someone has been movin