Semua Bab BETROTHED TO THE CRAZY DON: Bab 51 - Bab 55

The Last MissionShe had entered the marriage because other people had written the contract.But this moment belonged to her.And so did the man standing in front of her.Not because he owned her.Not because the contract demanded it.But because, for the first time...she had chosen him.Valentina's smile slowly faded as Alessandro's phone vibrated on the desk.Once.Then again.He glanced at the screen.Lorenzo.Alessandro answered.“Tell me.”Lorenzo's voice came through low and hurried.“We found something.”Alessandro's expression changed.“What?”“A warehouse connected to one of the Ravens' financial accounts.”Valentina watched him carefully.“Are you certain?”“Yes. The address matches one of the old properties connected to Gabriel.”Alessandro grabbed his coat.“I'll be there.”“No, Don.”Lorenzo's voice sharpened.“You stay with Valentina.”Alessandro stopped.“Why?”“Because if this is connected to the people who took her, you're exactly who they'll expect to come.”A paus

War DeclaredThe bells were still ringing when Alessandro left the church.Lorenzo's funeral had ended.But the grief had barely begun.Rain slid down the black windows of the waiting cars, blurring the city into streaks of gray and silver.Valentina stood beside Alessandro beneath the church steps.Neither of them spoke.She could still feel the weight of his hand around hers.Still see the emptiness in his eyes when he had looked at Lorenzo's coffin.Then his phone vibrated.He glanced at the screen.The families are gathering.His jaw tightened.He slipped the phone into his pocket.“Where are you going?” Valentina asked.“To end this.”She caught his arm.“Alessandro.”He turned.“You said this ends now.”“It does.”“Then don't go alone.”His expression softened.“You're not coming.”“I wasn't asking.”A tired smile touched his lips.“You're becoming very difficult.”“You married me.”“That may have been my first mistake.”She raised an eyebrow.He leaned closer.“But definitely

The TruthMorning came quietly to the De Luca estate.For the first time in days, there were no alarms.No hurried footsteps.No shouted orders from the guards.Just the soft sound of rain against the windows.Valentina sat alone in the library, her mother's letter resting on the table in front of her.She had read it so many times that she knew every word.Still, she couldn't stop looking at it.Her mother was alive.Twenty-three years of believing she had been abandoned had collapsed in a single night.The door opened.Alessandro walked inside.He had changed out of his funeral clothes, but the exhaustion remained in his face.He stopped when he saw her.“You haven't slept.”“Neither have you.”He came closer.Valentina looked up.“I need the whole truth.”Alessandro pulled out the chair beside her.“So do I.”She slid the letter toward him.“This says my mother knew something people were willing to kill for.”“I know.”“And the contract was created to protect me.”“Yes.”“But from