All Chapters of His Miracle Heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“A real wedding," Isabella said, letting out a little laugh. It had been three days since the pregnancy test, and Lorenzo was currently leaning over his study desk, pitching a sudden, impulsive proposal that was very unlike him. "Lorenzo, we already got married under the magnolia tree. I don't think anyone is going to complain about that being enough.""That was for us," Lorenzo said. He took her hands, his expression earnest and almost urgent. "It was small and quiet, which is exactly what we needed back then. But Isabella—three years later, we have Rafael, Beatriz, Camilla, and Dante. We have this whole complicated, hard-won family that never got to celebrate what we’ve actually built. I want to give you the wedding this world would have demanded from the start, if things had ever been simpler. Something that fits everything we've survived to get here."Isabella paused, feeling a sudden warmth bloom in her chest. "You want a full-blown mafia wedding," she teased, though as she said

"I used to think this kind of life only happened in the books my mother read on quiet afternoons," Isabella said. She trailed her fingers along a low stone wall, the rock worn smooth by a hundred years of people doing the exact same thing. "Something too perfect to actually belong to someone as ordinary as me."They were spending their fourth evening in Ravello walking through the lemon groves that climbed the hillside behind the villa. The air was thick with citrus and that heavy, honeyed warmth that only hits in the early evening, while the cicadas buzzed in the distance and the sun dipped low enough to turn the sky into a hazy, golden dream."You were never ordinary," Lorenzo said. He caught her hand and pulled her to a stop under a canopy of heavy lemon branches. "I knew that the first night I met you. I was half-delirious with fever, and you were still the most extraordinary thing I’d ever encountered in twenty-five years of thinking there was nothing left for me to find."Isabel

Marco showed up at the brownstone before eight the next morning. Isabella knew that look on his face—the kind of grim focus that only ever meant bad news."I spent most of the night digging through the security logs," he said, spreading a stack of papers across the study desk. "Elena was right; someone is leaking info to Ferretti. But I'll be honest—this is going to be a hard fight. Whoever it is has been way more careful than I ever was when I was playing both sides."Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, though he didn't relax. He had a stillness about him that Isabella knew was actually just suppressed anxiety. "What did you find?""A pattern," Marco replied. "Someone who knows the daily schedule, but doesn't have the technical skill to mess with the cameras or fake the reports like I did. They aren't hacking anything; they're just watching and reporting what they see through channels I haven't traced yet."Isabella looked over the timeline Marco had mapped out. She approached the data

Lisbon didn't welcome them with the same golden autumn sun they'd seen on their honeymoon just a few weeks back. Instead, it was a grey, drizzling morning. As Isabella looked out at the city, she felt a wave of dizzying exhaustion. This place had once been where she started to uncover her family's messy history; now, it was just the setting for another dangerous chapter in a story that seemed to have no end.Elena met them at the edge of the property. Her team was already blending into the surrounding streets, and Elena herself looked tense, acting like someone racing against a clock that none of them could actually see."Confirmed activity inside," Elena said, slapping a rough floor plan onto the hood of the car. "Two guards visible. It's a much smaller, quieter operation than anything we've dealt with before. Whoever Vidal is, he isn't running a crew like Ricci or Ferreira did.""Which means he's been operating alone—or nearly alone—for decades," Isabella said. She studied the map w

"Read it to me," Isabella said softly. She watched as Lorenzo’s hands shook, clutching the fragile, yellowed pages. "All of it, Lorenzo. Every word."He took a deep breath to steady himself and began to read. His voice sounded rough as he traced his mother’s neat, precise handwriting. "'I overheard them in the study, though I don't think either of them meant to be heard. Vincenzo told this man—T.M., I never learned his full name, but he acted like someone used to being obeyed—that he would pull the family's protection from the northern shipping routes for six months. In exchange, T.M. promised guaranteed peace with the Morettis. He assured Vincenzo that this deal would end Salvatore's grudge for good, and that Salvatore just needed proof that Vincenzo respected the old boundaries.'"Isabella felt a chill run through her as the truth started to click. "Your father thought he was making peace," she whispered. "He didn't know he was opening the door for an attack.""Keep reading," Beatr