All Chapters of The Mafia King’s Forbidden Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 “Fingerprints,” Valeria said, kneeling beside the senator’s overturned desk inside the study, a tablet already glowing in her hand as her forensic team swept the room. “On a folder of private documents pulled from his safe. Whoever killed him wanted this file specifically.” “Whose prints?” Dante asked, his voice tight, still scanning the darkened gardens through the study’s shattered window. Valeria’s expression shifted, hesitation flickering across her usually composed features before she turned the tablet toward us. I stared at the screen, my stomach dropping. “That’s not possible,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. The match glowed clear and undeniable against the database records. A name I knew better than my own. Matteo Moretti.

Chapter 63 The distillery sat abandoned at the edge of the industrial district, its brick walls stained black with decades of soot, a single light burning behind a cracked upstairs window. Dante wanted to bring Valeria’s full team. I refused. “If Matteo trusts him enough to meet him twice,” I said, already moving toward the entrance, “then storming in with armed men gets us nothing but silence. I need Lucian talking, not defensive.” “I don’t like this,” Dante said, close behind me, his pistol drawn but lowered. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to let me try.” We found Lucian alone in what had once been the distillery’s office, seated on the edge of a dust-covered desk, looking entirely too comfortable for a man who’d been secretly meeting with my brother behind everyone’s

Chapter 65 “I’m coming with you,” Lucian said, already reaching for his coat as I bolted for the door. “No,” Dante said flatly, not even turning around. “You’ve done enough tonight.” “I’ve done exactly what your wife’s brother asked me to do,” Lucian shot back, falling into step behind us regardless of the refusal. “And unlike you, Dante, I actually know which entrance to that chapel doesn’t trip Elena’s security sweep. You’ll want that information if you plan on reaching her before she disappears again.” I didn’t wait for them to finish arguing. “Both of you, in the car. Now.” The drive to the harbor chapel stretched taut with silence, broken only by Valeria’s clipped updates through the comm—no confirmed sighting of Matteo, no move

Chapter 67 “Mama, put it down.” My voice cracked across the chapel’s cold stone silence. Elena didn’t turn, didn’t lower the pistol trembling in her grip, her eyes fixed on Matteo with something between fury and heartbreak. “He came here to accuse me,” Elena said, her voice raw. “He walked in here and told me I orchestrated a senator’s murder, Serafina. My own son.” “I told her what I found,” Matteo said, his hands still raised, though his voice carried none of the fear his posture suggested. “The account. The payments. I gave her the chance to explain before I brought it to anyone else.” “And instead of explaining,” I said carefully, stepping closer despite Dante’s hand catching at my sleeve, “she pulled a gun on you.” “Bec

Chapter 69 “Which one of us,” I repeated, my voice barely steady. “Mama, you said ‘eliminate.’ Not expose. Not silence. Eliminate.” Elena’s hand trembled around the pistol still hanging loose at her side. “Whoever controls the Shadow Court now understands what all of you have only just pieced together tonight. Three legitimate bloodlines, three claims to that vault, standing in the same room for the first time in decades. That isn’t a coincidence anyone above us will tolerate for long.” “Then we move,” Dante said, already reaching for his comm. “Valeria, I need extraction—” “No.” Lucian’s voice cut across the chapel, sharp and sudden. “Running only delays this, Dante. It doesn’t solve anything. If three claims exist, only one can walk into that vault and end this pe