All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia Fake Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Matteo's POV The name hit me like a physical blow.Valentina.My ex-girlfriend. The woman I had dated briefly two years ago, before things had ended badly. Before she had become vindictive and unpredictable.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't process that she would go this far, would actually hire armed men to attack my engagement party, to target Isabella."You're lying." My voice came out harsher as I stared hard at the men. "Valentina wouldn't—""We're not lying!" The younger captive's voice was desperate, panicked now. "I swear, that's the name we were given. Valentina. We were told if anything went wrong, if we got caught, we should say we were working for her."I moved forward without thinking, my fist connecting with his face again. Blood sprayed, and he cried out, but I barely registered it. The rage was too consuming, too all-over whelming.Valentina had done this. She had dared disrupted my engagement party, had put Isabella in danger, had crossed a line I

Isabella's POV I stared at the envelope in Matteo's hands, seemingly surprised he had not tampered with the seal. He hadn't read the letter despite seeing it first. He actually brought it home to work, checking what was in the envelope, literally what everyone in that situation would do."You haven't opened the envelope? What are you waiting for? We should read the rest," I stated, reaching for the envelope. "There might be more information, something that tells us—""No." Matteo pulled it back, his expression serious. "Not yet. I need to study this first.""Study what? It's going to be a note. We just read it.""The envelope. The paper. Everything needs to be studied first." He moved to his desk, setting the envelope down carefully. "Valentina is smart and very dangerous. She wouldn't just send a simple threat without some kind of trap built in.""You think it's booby-trapped? With what, a bomb?""Maybe. Or poison on the paper. Or some kind of tracking device in the envelope." He pu

Matteo's POV I sat in the back of the car as my driver pulled up to the Marchetti building, my hand resting on the gun in my jacket pocket. My phone buzzed. A message from my father.*Be careful. Got word that someone in the Marchetti camp thinks you put them all in danger at the party. Meeting might not go well.*Perfect. Just what I needed this morning—walking into a potentially hostile situation whilst Isabella was back at the estate with Valentina somewhere out there planning her next attack.But this meeting was too important to postpone. The Marchetti contract was worth more than my personal safety, and if there was even a chance I could get information about it, I had to take that risk.The building was a converted warehouse in the industrial district—all exposed brick and modern fixtures, trying to look respectable whilst maintaining that edge of danger that said you were still dealing with criminals. Guards stood at the entrance, checking IDs, scanning for weapons.I clim

Isabella's POV  I couldn't shake the image of Vincenzo driving away alone, his car moving quickly towards the gate like he was running from something.  Or towards something he didn't want anyone to know about. Matteo was still holding me, still talking about celebrating our victories, but my mind was elsewhere.  I needed to know where Vincenzo was going. I needed to understand what he was up to. "I should go," I said suddenly, pulling away from Matteo's embrace. "Go where?" "Shopping. I need some things, and after everything that's happened, getting out of the house for a bit sounds good." The lie came easily, automatically. "I will just be getting normal things. Clothes, maybe some personal items." Matteo studied my face. "You want to go shopping. Now. After finding a death threat in Valentina's note."

Isabella's POV  Matteo's expression shifted immediately, suspicion replacing the frustration that had been there moments before. "How do you know Vincenzo left this morning?" I realised my mistake too late. I had revealed information I shouldn't have, exposed that I had been paying attention to things I wasn't supposed to notice. "I saw him from the window," I said quickly. "When I was in your office earlier, looking out at the gardens. His car drove past, and it seemed odd that he was alone, without guards. That's all." "And you didn't think to mention this?" "I didn't think it was necessary to mention your cousin left. Afterall he isn't a baby." He studied my face, clearly trying to determine if I was telling the complete truth.  But before he could press further, he pulled out his phone. "I need to call h