Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the Mafia Heir: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The woman staring back at Elena Rossi was beautiful. She just did not look happy. Morning light spilled through the floor to ceiling windows of the bridal suite, washing everything in a warm golden glow. It caught the thousands of crystals sewn into her wedding gown until they shimmered like scattered stars. White roses filled every corner of the room, their delicate fragrance mixing with the faint scent of expensive perfume and fresh linen. It looked like the beginning of a fairy tale. To Elena, it felt like the end of one. She lifted a trembling hand and brushed a loose curl away from her face. Her makeup artist had spent two hours creating the perfect bridal look, soft enough to appear effortless, flawless enough for every camera waiting outside St. Michael's Cathedral. The woman in the mirror looked ready to marry Italy's most eligible billionaire. The woman beneath the veil wanted to run. A quiet knock broke the silence. "Come in." The door opened slowly. Her father st

The crack of the rifle echoed through the cathedral long after the bullet struck the marble column.Stone fragments rained over Elena's hair and shoulders.For a heartbeat, she couldn't move.Her ears rang.The screams around her sounded distant, as though she were submerged beneath water.Adrian's arm tightened around her waist."Stay down."His voice was steady.Completely unaffected by the chaos erupting around them.Another shot tore through the air.The bullet struck the column above Adrian's shoulder, sending another shower of stone across the floor.Bodyguards returned fire.Guests scrambled toward every available exit.Police officers shouted conflicting orders.The cathedral had become a battlefield for the second time in less than an hour.Elena looked at Adrian in disbelief."Who are these people?""They're professionals.""That's not what I asked.""I know."He glanced toward the choir balcony."The shooter has already moved.""How can you possibly know that?""He fired tw

Rain battered the tall windows of the library. The soft rhythm echoed through the room, filling the silence Adrian's confession had left behind. "I made your mother a promise." The words refused to leave Elena's mind. She stared at him, searching for any sign that he regretted saying them. He didn't. Instead, he looked like a man who had carried those words for years. "What promise?" Adrian drew a slow breath. "When your mother realized she was being hunted, she came to my father." Elena frowned. "My mother knew your family?" "Very well." "And no one thought to tell me?" "They couldn't." "They wouldn't." "There is a difference." She shook her head. "Not anymore." Adrian walked to one of the windows overlooking the rain-soaked gardens. "When I was seventeen, my father took me to meet a woman who had lost almost everything." His reflection blurred against the glass. "She wasn't afraid for herself." He turned to face Elena. "She was afraid for her daughter." "My

Morning arrived quietly. The storm had passed, but the estate still bore its scars. Broken glass had been swept from the ballroom. Security officers patrolled every corridor with renewed vigilance. The gates remained locked, and every vehicle entering or leaving the property was searched. No one smiled. No one trusted the silence. Elena stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, wrapped in a cream-colored robe Maria had left for her before sunrise. Mist drifted over the vineyards below. From a distance, the estate looked peaceful. Beautiful. It was hard to believe someone had died only hours earlier. A soft knock sounded behind her. "Come in." Maria entered carrying a breakfast tray. Fresh fruit. Warm croissants. Coffee. "You should eat." "I'm not hungry." Maria smiled gently. "That's becoming a habit." She placed the tray on a small table overlooking the gardens. "The body has been taken away." Elena turned. "Victor." Maria nodded sadly. "He worked here for tw

The words echoed through the library long after Elena had finished reading them. She was never the child they were hunting. Her hands trembled as she lowered the silver compass. The room had become unbearably quiet. Sophia was the first to speak. "If Evelyn wrote that..." She looked at Adrian. "...then everything we've assumed is wrong." Adrian's eyes remained fixed on the photograph of the newborn. "Not everything." Matteo frowned. "What do you mean?" Adrian carefully took the tiny photograph from the compass. He studied the infant's face. The blanket. The hospital bracelet around the baby's wrist. Then his expression darkened. "This isn't Elena." Elena's heart skipped. "What?" He turned the photograph toward her. "Look closely." She did. At first, she saw nothing unusual. Then she noticed the date printed faintly on the hospital bracelet. March 18. She frowned. "My birthday is April 2." Matteo stepped forward and took the photograph. His face drained of