The Mafia King’s Forbidden Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 2“De Luca.” The voice of old Rossi was shaking in a lethal combination of anger and incredulity as his silver pistol pointed from my father to the man coming down the aisle. “What the fuck are you doing here? This is Rossi’s business.”“It used to be, until your heir got a bullet in his head while standing on holy ground,” said Dante calmly, not even bothering to look at the gun pointing at his chest.He kept going until he stood right in front of the altar. Standing over six feet tall and radiating sheer power and authority, Dante dominated every bit of space in that cathedral. His dark eyes ignored all the armed men, frightened women, a bloody corpse, looking straight into my eyes.I remained kneeling there, gasping in short, ragged breaths. The wet fabric of my veil stuck to my face, drenched in Julian’s blood.“You think you could just show up here after my son’s execution?” Rossi snarled, advancing toward him. “The Morettis were behind this! They hired the gunman!”“Don’

Chapter 5“Bring the priest here.”Dante’s words rang out in the cathedral as though he were a sword. His gaze never left mine as his two tactical guards pulled the trembling priest out from behind the altar, made of marble.“Mr. De Luca, sir,” the old man began nervously, his gaze flicking between Julian’s body and the spot of blood on the front of my white gown. “This is inappropriate. The sacraments—the marriage license—”“Recite the vows,” Dante instructed in a soft voice. He did not raise his voice, but there was such authority in his words that the priest’s knees buckled. “Now.”Mother sobbed softly, but uncle restrained her, his jaw set with hard bitterness. The Rossi soldiers were frozen in place, outgunned and powerless as Dante’s men continued to keep their guns pointed at their chests.The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead with shaking hands and cracked open his Bible. He shook so badly that the pages were rustling.“D-Do you, Dante De Luca,” the priest said, “take S

Chapter 6“What does that mean?” I demanded, struggling to wrench my wrist free of his death grip. “Tell me the truth about my father.”Dante did not reply. He let go of my wrist and took a step back, wearing that damnably blank expression as he retreated.“Go clean yourself up, Fina,” he said, indicating the tall woman in grey. “Elena will take you to your room. We will talk again tomorrow morning.”With that, he turned on his heel and left before I could deliver a snappy comeback, his heavy boots clomping on the concrete as he disappeared into the private elevator of the estate.I was standing in the underground garage, trembling with an unstable mixture of rage, fear, and confusion.“The truth about your father would hurt you much more.”Wasn’t there anything worse than my father’s deception? Wasn’t there anything worse than the execution of my uncle by my husband?After two hours, I had washed away the blood of Julian from my body until my skin was torn and bleeding. Wearing a pla

Chapter 8“Inside my father’s compound?”Those words came out on a shaky breath. I grabbed the photo back from him, running my thumb over the stone weeping lion and the small crest on its head. The double-headed raven with the broken dagger in its claws. That fountain stood right outside my old bedroom.“That courtyard was locked all day, all night,” I said, my voice rising in panic. “The Morretis only got past that iron gate. My mom, my dad, my brothers, my uncle. Nobody else.”“So maybe you need to start looking at the people who shared your blood,” Dante said bluntly.He walked past me, heading towards his desk with long, calculated steps. He grabbed a large glass tumbler from a brass tray and poured himself two fingers of brown liquor, his hands sure and steady despite the anger that seethed in his stance.“No,” I said sharply, shaking my head as I stepped backwards until I found myself pressed against a row of leather-bound books. “You’re trying to make me hate my own family. You

Chapter 10“Put it back, Fina.”His tone was just as icy as the metal of a gun. No longer was he the big brother who would bring me treats when Father’s restrictions were too much. In his fancy suit towering over me, he seemed like a completely different person.I knelt behind his desk, clutching the black ledger in my fists. My heart was beating against my rib cage wildly.“Aethelgard Holdings,” I told him, struggling to keep my voice from breaking as I pulled myself up into a standing position. “Three million dollars. Transferred directly to your foreign bank account six years ago. Just before the warehouse burned down.”He did not flinch. He just clenched his jaw and took on an expression that was almost vicious, but he did not run away. He did not even say sorry.“Really? You shouldn’t have been going through my stuff.”“Dad died in that fire, Matteo!” I yelled, releasing my rage in a raw and broken cry. Betrayal was the only word to describe the tears of anger burning in my eyes.