All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Lorenzo closed the door behind them. He didn’t speak. He simply moved with purpose and tenderness, helping Ivy out of her clothes as though the act itself were sacred. He retrieved a pair of warm pyjamas and thick socks, dressing her carefully, reverently.Once she was settled on the bed, he tucked the covers around her. Only then did he turn to change himself.Moments later, dressed in a T-shirt and joggers, he slipped under the covers behind her. He spooned her gently, one arm wrapping around her waist, his hand resting protectively over her baby bump.Ivy exhaled, her body melting into his. She had never felt safer.“So,” she murmured, “don’t you have somewhere else to be right now?”“This is where I’m meant to be, Ivy,” Lorenzo replied quietly. “With you and our son. Everything else can wait.”Her chest tightened. Ivy practically fell in love with Lorenzo all over again. He wasn’t perfect. Their life wasn’t easy. But no one, no one, had ever loved her like this. Had ever chosen he

“What?” Lorenzo barked.“Yes, Lorenzo. She’s old enough to start her own family,” Salvatore said flatly. “Isn’t she the same age as Ivy?”“Nonno, that’s not the solution to Giulia’s problems,” Lorenzo argued. “She needs our love, support, and protection. And if she wants a husband, let her find one by herself.”“Where?” Salvatore fired back. “In those disgraceful nightclubs she goes to? Wasn’t that where she bumped into that idiot who nearly ruined her completely?“Finding her a good husband will be our final act of kindness to her. Don Conti’s youngest grandson is an excellent choice. He’s good-looking, scandal-free, and owns a multimillion-dollar tech company in San Francisco.”“I can’t believe this,” Lorenzo said incredulously. “Are you really being serious right now, Nonno? Are you really considering marrying Giulia off to a stranger?”“Ivy used to be a stranger too,” Salvatore shot back. “Now, look how happy you are with her.”“That’s different,” Lorenzo argued. “I went along wit

In Barcelona, Isabella had settled into her new life as Ava Santini - wife and Don consort to Luca Santini. She was still struggling to believe that this was actually her reality now.Only a few months ago, she’d been Luca’s prisoner. Locked in his basement and threatened with a slow, painful death. Today, she was his wife. The same woman who was discarded by her family, now a woman with legitimized power. It was all so surreal.Someone knocked on the drawing room door, interrupting Isabella’s thoughts.“Come in,” she responded.The door opened, and Marco, her personal bodyguard, came in. He was a bald, muscular man with a permanent scowl on his tanned face.“Donna,” he said with a respectful bow. “You wanted to see me?”Hearing herself called Donna gave her a tingle of satisfaction. The title she had desired all of her life was finally hers. Although she’d wanted to be Donna in her family, it was a win. And speaking of wins…“Yes, Marco. I asked you to come and see me because I hav

Salvatore studied Giovanni for a long moment, his sharp eyes missing nothing. Then he spoke.“Well said, Giovanni. Your sins are forgiven,” he said, waving his hand in Giovanni’s direction and forming the sign of the cross as a priest would after a prayer.The absurdity of the gesture broke the tension entirely. Laughter burst around the table — real laughter this time, unguarded and warm. Lorenzo couldn’t remember the last time they’d laughed together like this as a family.When the room quieted, Lorenzo spoke. “As I’ve assured you before, Gio-Gio, I have forgiven you. Now, let’s move forward and leave the past where it belongs.”After a beat, he added, “It’s good to have you back.”Giovanni smiled, but his chest tightened painfully. He’d replayed this moment endlessly while lying in a hospital bed, recovering from a gunshot wound, haunted by the possibility that his family would reject him — that forgiveness would come with conditions, or not at all.Instead, they gave it freely.He

The call came in just after dusk. Ivy was alone in the sitting room adjoining her bedroom, curled sideways on the chaise with her feet tucked beneath her, one hand resting absently on her belly as she stared at nothing in particular. The house was unusually quiet. Lorenzo had been pulled into another late-night meeting with Jose and Giovanni, and the silence felt heavier for it, like the calm that settles before something breaks.Her phone vibrated against the armrest. It was an unknown number. Ivy frowned, let it vibrate once more, then picked it up.“Hello?”There was breathing on the other end. Ragged. Uneven. Too fast.“Ivy,” a voice said hoarsely. “Thank God. Thank God you answered.”Her spine stiffened instantly.“Dennis,” she said, recognition sinking like ice in her veins. “How did you get this number?”“That doesn’t matter,” he said quickly. “None of that matters anymore. I need you to listen to me.”Ivy sat up slowly, her hand tightening around the phone.“You shouldn’t be